Notes:
Hello my lovelies, it is a pleasure to see you all back to see just how stupid both these boys can be before realizing they're in love.
This chapter is going to be LONG. And I mean...very long. It is one of the crucial parts in the story so aaah here we go!
About the Chapter:
-James Pov again (as you guessed)
-Gays stupidly in love.
WARNING:
-James' trauma getting in James' way.
-Angst in this one 😬
-Scenes depicting violence (a couple of characters beat each other up) and blood.
-Heated moments again, a bit spicy but not quite smut (yet)
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Wednesday 26th of October, 1977.
James wakes up with hair on his face.
Not any hair though, specifically honey scented ones, which he knows to be Regulus'. By the sound of his breaths, he knows he's still asleep.
It's not uncommon for James to wake up exactly ten minutes before his alarm goes off. He's a morning person, always has been, so it is natural for him to be up extra early to get himself going before classes.
On an ideal day, he would run three kilometres before breakfast, sometimes with Remus, sometimes with Marlene, but most of the times alone. It wouldn't matter if it was raining, or snowing, or thundering, because running helped his brain slow down, making his body take a turn at speeding things up so that his thoughts could clear.
He hasn't run in weeks.
Since he got sick, and then found out about the vow, James has not been outside in the cold running and sweating. He had the time, because he woke up early, and both Marlene and Remus had come to find him one or twice in the past three weeks, but James had politely told them he didn't feel like running on those days. He always forgot to mention he hadn't felt like it any day, but he knew his friends would worry for him and that was always the last thing he wanted.
Because James was fine.
The only problem was the outside. He knew it was absurd, but he was scared that once he would step in the cold weather, he would collapse on the floor and feel hollow inside, craving a warmth that would never come. Of course, that was stupid, because he knew that the last time he collapsed and felt that cold was when Regulus hadn't been in his arms.
He knows he won't die if he steps outside, because he does it during the day with his friends. He knows, because Regulus was in his arms right now, and James felt currently hot.
He knows .
But the weather in the morning is still awfully cold, and so even after he goes through the trouble of moving away from Regulus without waking him, and even after he puts on his running pants and his shirt and his jacket, and even after he puts his joggers on, James still hesitates on the doorknob.
He grips it, and tries so very hard to twist it, but he just can't. He feels irritated with himself, cannot understand why something so easy is now so painfully hard. There's rage building up inside of him, but he pushes it back down, swallows it whole and moves his hand away. Even if there's no one in the room to watch him, he smiles anyway, big and bright because he's fine .
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Fanfiction"Do you swear it?" Regulus looks deep into James' eyes, waiting for the faltering, but there is none. "I swear it," he says, gripping Regulus' arm tighter. There's a moment of silence, and then it is James who twists their arms, locking the charm in...
