"Only if you knew
How much I liked you„
Some people may have asked why did Albus Potter consider his mind cursed and damned.
Well, because who else had the thoughts he had, on his best friend, besides him?
No one. It wasn't natural.
So he concluded that he was sick.
He couldn't stop holding onto Scorpius' sweater every time he went to sleep, behind his curtains and hidden for everyone else's eyesight. It had his scent, parchment paper and vanilla, so why did he had to stop if it helped him imaging that he was hugging the blond boy and not a piece of clothing?
He then cried.
He also wondered what it would have felt like to put his lips on his. To kiss him, as normal people would say. To feel his flavour in his mouth. To caress his hair. To hold his hand. To touch his skin that looked so soft.
But he couldn't tell him. Of course.
He was sure he was sick. But isn't love that make you nauseous? Is it supposed to make you feel this miserable?
«Hey, Al,» the green-eyed had zoned out. Again. It had happened while he was looking at the Scorpius and listening to him talking, sat next to him during breakfast, «Let's go. We're gonna be late for Charms»
Maybe it was just Albus who had gone crazy. Mental. He was utterly disgusted by his thoughts. By himself.
Because the brunet knew that nobody feels this way towards his best friend. No one. And Scorpius obviously didn't feel the same way for him. He would have never. He wasn't gay or attracted to males in general, or he probably would have told Albus, no?
And had a girlfriend, didn't he?
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heather ; scorbus
Fanfictionwhere albus has feelings for scorpius but rose is heather and albus wishes he was her. based on the song heather written by conan gray. disclaimer: I'm not English or American but I study English since I was seven so I try my best. However, if there...
