short stories → wolfstar

tell him how you feel 2/2

                                   remus

"HAH! TAKE THAT POTTER!" sirius cries as he whacks james over the head with his pillow, stood on his four post bed like he's king of gryffindor tower.
"YOU CAN'T TAKE ME DOWN BLACK!" james retaliates smacking sirius with double the force, making padfoot topple off his bed and collapse in a heap of blankets and bedsheets on the floor.

"heeelp" he weeps, struggling "i can't see!" this instantly makes james roar with laughter.
"right i have detention now with minnie, so i'll see you two later?" james says wiping a tear of laughter from his eye as sirius scrambles manically.

"oh my god." sirius' face drops like he's seen a ghost, he even goes as pale as one.
"oh. my. god." he grabs a mirror "james what have you done"
"run" i mouth to james.
"JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER YOU HAVE RUINED MY HAIR! IT HAS ZERO VOLUME NOW! I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL GET MY REVENGE!"

but it's too late as james sprinted out the room as soon as he saw the state of sirius' ponytail.
"come here" i laugh as he tugs the bobble out of his hair with a serious pout. he sits cross legged opposite me as i brush my fingers through it gently untangling it, making his expression relax.
"you're adorable" i whisper, speaking my mind. instantly i regret it and look to my lap. why can't you just say something normal my inner voice scolds.
"i am?"
"well yes- you are very- um ravishing"
ravishing?! my inner voice screeches. since when do you say ravishing remus?!
"ravishing?" sirius speaks my thoughts out loud. i look up and notice he's he grinning at me - a really cute lopsided grin featuring a number of dimples.
"ravishing" i echo, feeling my face burn with every second of this conversation.
"if i'm so ravishing why have you never told me?" he tilts his head cheekily
"because a ravishing boy deserves a ravishing girl"
"who says i want a girl?"
"oh right" i mumble, not sure what to say
"maybe i want a guy"
my heart skips a beat, can he mean what i think he does?
"what type of guy?" i whisper, barely audible.
"one who looks very similar to you" he brushes a strand of hair out of my eye, our faces millimetres apart.
"really?"
"really"
it's in that moment he closes the gap between us, his lips gently brushing mine. he places his hands on my shoulders as i grasp at his t-shirt.
"have you ever kissed anyone before?" he mumbles, breaking away, making me shake my head.
"really? i'm surprised" he strokes my lips with his thumb.
"thank you" i blush "now come here, let me plait your hair"
"oh i'm gonna look awesome" he lays his head in my lap as i begin to braid, his big grey eyes staring up at me "can you paint my nails after?"
"of course" i grin
"james told me to tell you how i feel" he whispers
"oh did he"
"so basically, skipping a lot of soppy shit, i love you"
a smile creeps over my face.
"is that adequate?" he beams
"more than adequate black"