The Love of Leo
AGHH okay this on is kind of sad again!! I hope you enjoy!
TW Warnings:
-Drinking
-Swearing
-Smocking
-Angst
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So we got a cat. His name is Leo. Pandora insisted we named him after the constellation that my name comes from. I see now that, yes I can love. I got this cat an hour ago and I already love him more than myself and will in fact kill for him. Leo is the most precious little black cat. We think he may be a manecoon based off of his fluff and ears. He is so small! He barely weighs 2 lbs. Pandora insisted that he needed a collar so we could know where he was so we didn't step on him or something, so she found the most her collar ever.
Leo is now running around our apartment trying to see everything. The little bell on his pink bow collar is chiming with every move. He's such an active little kitten, I thought that they were usually scared at first. Not Leo, he doesn't give 2 shits. He runs around like he's the biggest animal in the world. Quite frankly I think that it's Leo's world we're just living in it. For some reason the only thing that he is scared of is Evan. Every time he goes over to introduce him and pet the cat he runs right over to me and hides. Leo seems to really like me already. The feeling is mutual. We set Leo's food up under the bar in our kitchen where we normally eat so that he could eat with us. His litter box was in Pandora's office which is currently being used as a guest room while Barty and Evan stay over, their apartment renovated right now and they needed a place to stay. Leo also has a cat tower out in the living room so that he can play or whatever cat's do with those things.
While I do my art history homework, Leo jumps up and curls up in my lap. AWW!!! He's so cute. Hours pass and I don't really know what to do now. I can't move. Isn't that like a sin or something? One shall not move with cat asleep in lap. So I don't. I just sit there scrolling TikTok on my phone for a while when out of nowhere I get a text from a random number. I tap on the notification to see what it says.
Unknown: Hiii secy!11!
Unknown: Wut r u up tooo??
R: Who is this?
Unknown: Oh ys it's James
R: How'd you get my #??
Dumbass: I found paper in home It had # on it
R: James, are you drunk or just this shit of a texter?
Dumbass: WHATTT?!me drunkk never!1
R: Hmm.. Okay I'm going to leave you on delivered now.
Dumbass: Noooo!! Reg!😩😩😩😩
Dumbass: Woow your rrly leaving me on delivered!!?😞
R: *you're
Dumbass: Your back! Hey beatiful!!
Dumbass: beautiful?
Dumbass: bueatiful? well that ones definitely wrong
Dumbass: beautiful?
Dumbass: ya it's that one!
R: I knew you could get there. What do you want, Potter?
Dumbass: you.
R: Hey, you finally learnt what a period is! Next thing we learn is capitalization.
Dumbass: 🖕I hate you
R replied to "you": 🤔You sure?
Dumbass: I shouldd cum overr??
R: *come
R: Should you?
Dumbass: yupp
R: James, you're drunk.
Dumbass: *your
R: wrong.
Dumbass replied to "James, you're drunk": and your hot.
R: James.
Dumbass: please?
Dumbass: Me & sirius got inro un figt
Shit.
R: Can you get a cab?
Dumbass: yaaaa
(R thumbs up'd a message)
How did I get stuck in this position? Why am I housing my brother's best friend who housed him? God James better have a good explanation. This better not be a lie to try and sleep with me. A few minutes go by and he texts me telling me he's here.
"James. You better have a good explanation."
"Reggie!" He exclaims tripping into my apartment. I catch him pulling him inside gently almost like a hug.
"James." I demand in a stern tone.
"So, how did I get here, you may ask? Basically.."
((3 hours earlier: 7pm))
"Hey let's go get some drinks to celebrate your soon engagment!" I chimed pulling Sirius over to the pub next to us. It's a small cramped little space. There's a few small 2 people booths but it's mainly a bar. The walls have all sorts of alcohol head to toe! The whole area is just very English. Me and Sirius get a little distracted causing 'some' drinks to become many drinks. Originally we weren't going to do shots, it was just going to be a beer each. But then we got to talking to some fellow bar goers and we told them about the engagement, and who are we to say no to free shots? So 1 beer each, turns to 3 beers, turns to some fireball shots.
Next thing I know we've left the bar and are at a tattoo parlor, and I'm sat in a chair waiting while Siris is laid back getting a small star with a lasso and cowboy hat tattoo on his lower back, which is being generous about it's placement.
"Duddde!! This is such a good idea!!!" That was such a bad idea.
"I know right!" Sirius yelps in response. The fact that it's legal to get permanent body altercations while obviously intoxicated is crazy!!
"One, two, three." and booyah tongue piercing. I've always wanted one but never been dumb enough to go through with it. But drunk James is dumber than sober James so now there a gold bar through my tongue.
"Holy fuff my mouf hurfs." I whine out
"You know what will make everything better?"
"More alcohol?"
"More alcohol." Sirius agrees. The 2 of us headed over to a liquor store grabbing some vodka, monsters, and cigarettes. He's not wrong, more alcohol did make the pain fade away. I'm not one for smoking nic normally, but when I get just drunk enough I enjoy a cig or 2.
"Hey Padfoot, I just want to be tofally honest wif you."
"You can tell me anything, James."
"Me and Lily hung out wif your brofer and his friends yesterday. We all got high and drunk. But I didn'f do anyfing." It felt so fucking stupid trying to have a serious conversation with a lisp.
"What the fuck, James?! What happened to your 'you don't have to do anything until you're ready?' bullshit?" Sirius yelled, standing out from the curb quickly slightly falling backwards.
"I don'f understand? You don't hafe to do anyfing you don't want? I wasn't trying to hang out wif him, it was a coincidence that he invited Lily who brought me!"
"No! Because now it's not up to me. Now I'm a dickhead if I don't reach out!"
"No you're not! And I'm not going to make you do anfing you don't want but Reg deserves somefing! He finks you hate him!" We were both yelling at this point. I knew I'd stepped over the line when I said that. I could see Sirius step back, the hurt on his face. Fuck. The last thing I want to do is hurt him.
"Reg? You're on a nickname basis with him now? Okay James you do what you want. I'm going home." He spoke in a monotone voice, but I could still tell that he was hurt and furious. We didn't fight a lot, but when we did it always hurt.
As I watched Sirius walk away I let myself drop back down onto the curb that we had been sitting on. I just sat there for a good few minutes, smoking maybe one to many cigarettes, and nursing my bottle of vodka, seeing as I'd run out of monsters to chase it with. When I dug my hand into my pocket for warmth from the London aurum night chill I pulled out a piece of paper. Oh ya. Reg.
"And now I'm here sat on your bed wif some cat on my lap." James muttered out obviously in growing pain from the alcohol wearing off making the tongue piercing pain come back. Which also woah. I didn't realize that he could get more attractive.
"Oh ya the cat's name is Leo, we got him earlier." I explained leaning forward and petting him.
"Fuck. I'm sorry I should'f hafe told you all fhat, I know Sirius is your brofer and fis infolfes you. Oh damn and I told you abouf fhe rings whi.. t. ch, stufid piercing, I was trying to avoid earlier." James groans, dropping his face his hands.
"It's okay, James. Also I figured out the engagement thing hours ago."
"Still fhis is pafeific."
"James." I put my hand on his shoulder pulling him down into my lap "I bought a cat earlier, because I learnt my long lost brother who's barely older than me is getting married and I've still never been in a relationship. So no it's not pathetic." As I speak I'm running my hand through his hair.
He jolts up and looks right at me, "You? You'f nefer been in a relationship? How you're so.. beautiful, and kind and funny!" He says barely under a shout. His tone is so shocked that it catches me off guard.
"James, you're just drunk."
"I may be drunk, but I'm not wrong."
"James, please just go to sleep." I ask almost, a plea, pushing his head back down onto me, but this time I lay back as well so his head rests on my chest. James is asleep in seconds but that doesn't stop a single tear from streaming down his face. He must be exhausted from the argument, the physical pain of the piercing, and all the alcohol. Leo jumps up onto him and curls up into a little ball on his lap. He may like James more than he likes me!
God James looks so at peace now that he's asleep. When he's drunk all of his emotions are displayed right there on his face. From the moment he walked in, the overwhelming look of pain was painful itself to look at. It's unnatural. Me, I've earned my pain it's deserved, but James? No. He shouldn't have to feel that pain. He doesn't deserve it. He's done nothing wrong. If Sirius wants to be mad he should be mad at me, not James.
"La tristesse n'est qu'un mur entre deux jardins."