Chapter 2
regulusblack : stalking me Potter?
James hated him.
jamespotter : shut up black.
regulusblack : i'm just saying, I didn't know you found me so desirable.
He really fucking hated him.
jamespotter : don't flatter yourself
regulusblack : I think you're doing all the flattering here Potter.
jamespotter : i really don't like you
regulusblack : really? i'm not so sure, i mean, you were looking through all my photos
jamespotter : ugh. i hate you, and your stupid arrogance and how you think you own the fucking world.
regulusblack : well i fucking hate you too, i can't believe I have to spend the next year with such a prick, you really haven’t changed
jamespotter : what do you mean i haven’t changed i was nothing but nice to you. You’re so annoying ffs just try not to get in the fucking way
regulusblack : I would ask you the same thing, but it's clear that you find that impossible.
jamespotter: fuck you black
regulusblack: and fuck you potter
James could kill him, in fact he was finding it quite hard not to get out of bed, find Regulus in this late hour, and kill him.
Who does he think he is, and why won't he just get out of James' head? That stupid smile of his has ingrained itself so deep in James' mind that he doesn't think it'll ever leave.
How can he say that James was in some way flattering him, as if every single inch of him doesn't want to drive Regulus into the ground.
He turned onto his side in bed, placing his glasses on the bedside table and his phone on charge.
He doesn't want to go near, see, or hear any part of Regulus Black. Ever. Which, is going to make the next year extremely difficult for him.
He was already tired of being around Regulus, he'd never felt like this before, never felt such a big emotion weigh on his chest before, he hates the way that Regulus is able to make him feel an emotion that no-one has ever made him feel before. That he can ignite such a large fire inside of James, until it feels like he's burning from the inside out.
He turns back around, shutting his eyes to try and get some sleep, continuously haunted with the image of Regulus.
Why does he have to take up such a large space in James' brain, the thought of him constantly in there somewhere, even if he's in the very, very, back of James' brain, he's still there, and it infuriates James to no end.
***Regulus***
“I don’t think it went too bad.”
“Shut up, Evan” The rest of the group (not including Regulus) replied.
They’d all gone back to Regulus’ apartment after the meeting, none of them daring to speak about it until Regulus shared how he felt about it, evidently excluding Evan.
“He’s right,” Regulus spoke, “I don’t care how Sirius feels, this will be good for our band no matter if he likes it or not. The meeting was a good thing, even if he made his disdain for me so very clear.”
“Exactly, and you get to spend more time with loverboy.” Evan replied, smirking.
“I don’t know who you’re referring to.”
“Awww, just your sweet Potter” Barty contributed.”
“Fuck off, stop annoying me just because you know how much I hate him.”
This was another problem Regulus had encountered, for some strange reason his bandmates have started to believe that he has feelings for James fucking Potter, apparently stating that-
“There’s a thin line between love and hate, Reg” Pandora helpfully added.
”Luckily I hate him so much that that line is just a small dot in the distance.” He replied, playing with the ring on his thumb, it was a snake wrapping around his finger, the first piece of jewellery he bought since beginning the band.
”Give it up Reg, we all know you’re going to shag at some point on this tour.” Barty responded with a slight chuckle.
"I wouldn't touch that idiot with a ten-feet pole.”
”I’m sure you’d like to touch his pole.” Dorcas was fully laughing now, as were the rest of the faces looking at him.
“I hate you.” Regulus responded with a fully blank face, no sign of laughter or any emotion at all.
So what if Regulus had a little crush on James when he’d first met him, he was a child. He can’t be blamed for his poor taste.
He was the first slightly okay looking boy that Regulus had seen since coming to the realisation that he was gay. Did it help that James had a stupid smile, messy hair that Regulus didn’t think had ever been styled in its life, and pretty eyes that hid behind those circular annoying glasses on his face? Sure.
Is it unhelpful that he now looks like he spends most of his day in the gym, and that Regulus can see his hard muscles slighting poking out of a t-shirt, which Reglus didnt even know was possible. Yes. Extremely unhelpful.
Regulus hates the guy, absolutely loathes him, but does that stop him from wanting to take a bite of James whenever he's in a close vicinity of him? No, unfortunately it does not. Which is Regulus' very current and very tricky problem, which was that he got to work with that body of Adonis for whole year, however he also had to listen to the mouth that came with it. So maybe she was right, fucking hell he hated that she was right.
"I just hate how fucking good he looks, who gave an asshole like him such a great body, he doesn't deserve it." Regulus groaned loudly, exasperated at the mere existence of James within his mind, and sounding genuinely upset that James was unfairly granted a body like that.
"Mate, you're gone for him, remember when you kept that music magazine for like a year, just because it had a massive photo of him on one of the pages." Evan chuckled. Okay, so Regulus had kept that magazine, and maybe it was because there was a picture of James in a slightly cropped band T-shirt and those baggy blue jeans that never seem to come off of his body.
But was he going to admit that? "I kept that because it had a great article about up-and-coming rock bands, and I was seeing if that was anyone who we might want to collaborate with." He responded harshly, but instead of backing off, Evan leaned closer to Barty on the sofa and glanced away from Regulus.
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that sweetheart." He muttered under his breath, before focusing the rest of his attention on the dark-haired boy next to him.
And it took all of Regulus' might not to leap at him, but he refrained himself and glanced out of the window onto the busy London skyline.
***
Regulus awoke to something clawing at his face, "Ow, ow, fuck, ow, Leo get off, ow." He opened his eyes and pulled the black cat away from his face. The look he got in return was one of pure innocence, as if the cat hadn't been kneading Regulus' face with his sharp claws (practically talons at this point), Leo's eyes stared into his as he started to purr.
In return Regulus started stroking his head, wondering how the cat always managed to get away with whatever he did. Maybe he was too soft of a cat-dad, but Leo always looked at him with that sweet little face of his and every single time Regulus gave in and ending up scratching or stroking the sodding cat.
He leaned over the cat, which was now laying right beside his torso in bed, and grabbed his phone on the bedside table, as he had done numerous times that night (and most nights) due to his unfortunate sleeping habits which consisted of: go to be, have a nightmare, wake up, repeat.
01:16 the time read, however the difference between now and the other frequent checks was that he had a new notification lying at the bottom of his screen.
[jamespotter liked your post]
Interesting.
Why was Potter liking a post of his from years ago at quarter past one in the morning?
regulusblack: stalking me Potter?
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