The One - Sirius Black & James Potter x reader

The One Part 4

James took a step closer to you and said: "Daisy, I want to show you how much I care. Let me kiss you just once and if you tell me you don't feel anything at all, I will not bother you again. Please."

Him opening up for you, made you soft. It was obvious that he had the hardest time telling you about his feelings, his usual confidence was lacking and the look on his face was so nervous, yet full of hope.

Flashbacks of things he had done for you, wandered through your mind. Like the time he took notes for you in class, when you were sick and came to visit you, every day for a week, in the hospital wing. Or when he mentioned his own flaws in front of others, so you wouldn't feel as awkward, when something embarrassing had happened to you.
The list went on and you remembered, that he has been a great friend and you were so thankful for each minute you got to spend together.

There was one memory, which left the most lasting impression. The day he took the flowers from you, to give them to somebody else, leaving you alone while he carried on seeing her every day, taking his path away from you, not caring how you felt.
And who witnessed all of it and was there, while you tried to collect the broken pieces, James left behind? The one who was building you back up, patiently healing you, knowing when you needed space or closure, not expecting anything in return.

Both of them had a special place in your heart and you hated to hurt either. Sirius was the one who helped you up from the ground, the one who could read you so well, you didn't have to say what you thought, because he already was aware of it. But James was the one you had always longed for, the one who sped up your heart rate, every time he smiled.

You had to make your choice: Sirius, who had been caring for you and your well being, trying everything to make you happy again, while putting your needs over his own; or James, who had finally admitted to like you, fulfilling your eternal desire.

It was the hardest thing to do, but you made your decision.

He still stood in front of you, hands in his pockets, waiting for you to make a move, when you said: "James... We are both stupid for not confessing our feelings to each other and I understand that you were afraid, because I was too. But thinking I would try to hold you back and stop you from being happy, makes me wonder, if you ever really knew me."

"I know... Sorry I messed everything up", his tone turned into a whisper.

"Also you didn't mind ignoring me and only when someone else was looking after me, that's when you decided to take action. It's not enough for you to see me happy, but you had no problem to see me suffering", you told him and took a deep breath, afraid of what you were about to say. "So no, James, I will not kiss you. I'm sorry."

He nodded slowly, his view tracing the floor and you could see the pain in his chest, when he exhaled sharply through his nose.
"Okay", he simply said, to prevent his voice from breaking and gave you one last glance, his eyes wrapped in mist, before he turned around and left.

Your view followed him, as you watched him go, when you noticed someone standing on the uppermost step, who had been listening to your conversation.
They looked at each other, shared a glimpse of agony, when James passed him to go down the stairs.

"I didn't know you were here", you told him, as Sirius came closer. "Did you hear everything?"

He didn't respond, kept coming your way, each stride quicker than the one before and when he reached you, he grabbed your upper arms to push you against the wall, his weight pressing your body to the cold stones, where his mouth attacked yours, to answer your question non verbally.

A small gasp left your lips, before you replied with the same force, kissing him eagerly, as you welcomed his embrace. He held you tight, letting you know, that he would never let go, if you didn't ask him to, while he continued to place his soft affection all over you.

After a few minutes of deep kisses, which made you addicted to the touch of his lips, he stopped to catch his breath.
With the most satisfied grin on his face, he asked you: "Not that I'm not enjoying this, but I got to know. Why me?"

You giggled and held his cheek, before answering: "You have been perfect all the time. It just took ages for me to realize it. You were there for me when I needed it. Just there, not asking questions or for anything else and waited for me to become ready. You have been so good and caring, I'm wondering if I even deserve this. And you never would have asked me to decide."

"Oh, wouldn't I?", he arched a brow in amusement.

"No, you wouldn't. You knew that I needed time. And I thank you for knowing me so well", you said and placed another kiss on his mouth. "With that said, may I introduce you to the Ravenclaw common room?"

You took his hand, leading him to the entrance to answer the riddle and took him inside with you, where the two of you spent the rest of the night.

That's when you knew, you found him. The one for you.