I've Got You // Perciver

Chapter 7: Early Morning Mayhem

Olivers POV is introduced :)

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The sky was dark out when Percy woke up. At first, he wasn't sure what had woken him until he heard the loud banging coming from the bathroom. He felt over on the other side of the mattress to find it just barely cold, which meant Oliver hadn't been up for long.

Percy rubbed at his eyes as he pushed the duvet off himself and swung his legs out of bed. He wiggled his toes a bit to get used to the cold floor before padding across the room.

He yawned as he opened the bathroom door, raising an eyebrow at his Oliver who was trying to brush his teeth, pull on his quidditch jersey, and read his playbook: all at the same time.

The boys stared at each other.

'What are you-' Percy began to sign, only to stop when Oliver interrupted. 'Hi, Perce. Didn't mean to wake you. Quidditch practice. Come watch?'

Percy brought a hand up to stifle a yawn and blinked his eyes harshly to get rid of the sleepiness. He cast a tempus charm, noting with distaste that it was 5:30 am. He stared at his boyfriend for a long moment and then sighed, tipping his head back and pinching the bridge of his nose, before he dropped his head back down and nodded.

'It's okay, Oliver. Let me get dressed. I don't have a study session until 8:30. I will come watch,' he signed, before leaving.

Percy shut the door behind him as he walked over to their armoire. One half was neat and color coordinated while the other half was messy and had clothes and quidditch gear tossed in haphazardly.

He ignored Oliver's side, knowing it was useless to try and get him to clean and organize it. Percy had tried. Many times. The one time Percy decided to clean it himself, Oliver had cried that he couldn't find anything.

He grabbed a pair of trousers, a checkered sweater vest, and one of his button ups before tossing them onto the bed and bending down to grab his trainers — ratty as they were; he'd had them for years and couldn't find it in himself to get rid of them.

Percy shucked off his flannel pajama bottoms, tugged on the trousers, and then pulled off his oversized Falmouth Falcons shirt to change it to the button up.

He had just slipped it on and was buttoning the bottom buttons when he felt something behind him. Confused he turned only to see Oliver staring at him, or more accurately his torso.

Percy shook his head in confusion as he finished buttoning up his shirt. He slipped on the sweater vest, making sure the collar of his button up was folded over the top. He tucked his shirt and vest into his pants and grabbed his belt. Once he was done he looked up only to find Oliver seemingly still frozen in place.

Percy walked up to his boyfriend and grabbed his chin, leaned close, and blew air into his fact — a trick he'd learned from watching Bill do it multiple times throughout his childhood. It jerked Oliver out of his stupor. 'Sorry. Don't mind me. Grabbing my gloves,' Oliver signed, only to notice his gloves were already on. Olivers face was bright red, which only confused Percy more because he couldn't imagine why.

'Are you alright?' Percy signed, frowning, 'You look red.'

'Yes,' Oliver said, nodding and turning away.

Percy sat down on their bed to slip his trainers on, pushing his glasses up his nose with his knuckles as he stood up. He made sure he had his wand and waited for Oliver to finish getting ready.

A moment later Oliver came back over, quidditch playbook in one hand and a hoodie in the other. He handed the hoodie to Percy, and told him to wear it. He attempted to sign something but he kept stopping. Percy watched his mouth carefully as he spoke, "It's blowin' a hoolie. I don't want you to be cold."