Kitten

4

Percy woke up in the middle of the night when something heavy fell on him. At first he thought it was Sam and he immediately asked himself if he had forgotten that Sam was staying here again, but then Percy noticed the smell. The person on top of him smelled like a wild night, grass and wind – even though wind doesn't have a smell, but Percy was confident if it had one, it would smell exactly like that.

“What are you doing here?”, he asked and pushed the person away from his chest. “Who knew you were so heavy!”

“Everything is so stupid”, Oliver mumbled, his words sounding like one.

Percy turned on his bedside lamp. Oliver was still wearing his dirty and sweaty Quidditch gear and his breath filled the room with the smell of alcohol. “Lord have mercy, how drunk are you?”

“I'm not drunk at all!”, Oliver claimed but his voices said different.

Percy sighed and was suddenly glad there weren't any other boys in their dorm. He knew Oliver liked an occasional drink or two but he'd never seen him that drunk. “Come on, big one, let's get you changed.”

Oliver pursed his lips and shook his head. “No.”

“Come on, it's late. You have to get some rest.” Percy tried to pull him on his feet but he was too heavy. Instead Oliver cuddled himself deeper into Percy's warm bed.

“'smells good”, he said, his voice quite through the pillow.

“Your own bed is even better”, Percy said patiently and finally managed to get him into a sitting position.

“I don't wanna go”, Oliver said and tears filled his eyes. “I wanna stay here forever!”, he shouted the last word.

“Shh.” Percy put his hand over his mouth. “It's almost four am. You have to stay quite.”

“I love you, Percy, you know that?”, Oliver managed to speak through Percy's fingers.

“Yes, I know you do”, Percy said calmly, while his heart was beating as if someone was chasing him with a gun, ready to shoot him.

“Nooo. You don't understand. I love you.”

“I know. You are my best friend. I love you too”, Percy said while trying to open Oliver's Quidditch Jersey.

“Not like that, silly. I love you.” Oliver leaned in, his lips puckered.

As painful as it was for him, Percy pushed him away. Oliver was so drunk, Percy was worried if they would regret it in the morning and he didn't want to lose his friend.

“You're mean”, Oliver said and laid back. “I stay here.”

Percy sighed and gave up. He removed Oliver's shirt by now, not his jeans though and he also didn't want to. It was better for Oliver to at least have his pants on in the morning. At least he didn't vomit, Percy thought and he laid himself in his bed, Oliver on his chest.

“I love you too”, he muttered and gave him a small kiss on the forehead.