The nights - A Wolfstar fanfic

16. The whispering

Sirius POV

Remus is lying knocked out on the floor. Everyone is staring at me. It's dead silent. And then everyone starts whispering.

"What just happened?"

"Oh my god is he okay?"

"I thought they'd always be friends"

"This is why I don't drink"

"I hate boys, always so immature, knocking each other out for fun"

"It seems someone's had a little much firewhisky"

"This is like if Remus were an apple and Sirius were a pen, get it? Pen-Pineapple-Apple-Pen"

"Is Sirius high or something?"

"Can somebody just PLEASE take him to the Hospital Wing already?"

"Sirius is always such a drama queen"

I feel dizzy and nauseus. And at the other side of the room, I see James staring at me. He is shocked and furious. I fucked up. I really fucked up. I don't deserve love from anyone.

I somehow make it out the portrait hole, but I can't help but vomit. The Fat Lady starts going off.

"I'm just trying to have a good night sleep and here you are vomiting right next to me. This generation is truly disgusting."

I somehow straighten up and start walking. Where am I going? I don't know. I'm feel blind but my legs know the way. Up the stairs and out a door. And there it is. Fresh air and stars. The moon is bright. Just as Moony brightens everyday up for me. The cold air is numbing but my heart is warm as I dream of the one and only. Remus Moony Lupin.