“Ev. . .Please”
Evan curled in on himself further, he felt sick to his stomach. Some part of him deducted that this could be considered his fault. He let his mind constantly be consumed by Barty knowing all it would cause is pain in the end. Barty cared he knew that, but he would never care like Evan cared for him and that’s where the problem lied. He wishes he could stop caring. He knows he should, heaven knows he’s tried, but he can’t.
“Rosie. . .”
At that sweet pet name, Evan can’t help but melt. A name that the boy is so overly weak for and he knows Barty knows that. He shivers, another round of tears slipping from his tear ducts.
He tells himself that he’ll stop falling in love with Barty Crouch Jr, even if he doesn’t entirely believe it. He tells himself that if he lets go then maybe someday, someone will care for him like he cares for the boy outside the bathroom door. But for now he’ll keep allowing himself to believe that he can consider them more than friends, even if it means letting Barty break his heart again.
“C’mon Evan open the door, and bloody talk to me for christ's sake.” Erupts Barty’s voice, tone less soft than before.
“I’m just trying to understand. . . .” The blond boy mutters under his breath, so soft he’s afraid it falls on deaf ears. He’s not sure if he’s correct or not but he hears the boy propose the question of, “what.” and he snaps.
“I’m just trying to understand, what am I to you?”
“Ev. . .”
“No.”
“We’ve exchanged more than friendly touches, late night owls, merlin we even watched the fucking sunset time and time again like the main characters in some shitty rom-com”
He lets out a dry laugh at Barty’s speechlessness letting the words swim in his head, sure that Barty is having the same issue. Silence fell over the two and Evan, only for a second, contemplated opening the door. But he couldn’t, he didn’t want to cry in front of Barty, or at the very least, let Barty see him cry. A sob racked through him, one he didn’t even mean to let slip, that however grabbed Barty’s attention.
“Christ, Rosie, are you crying? Please, just open the damn door.”
Evan felt his tears get heavier with Barty’s words, he felt weak and pathetic. Things he knew he wasn’t, or at least he hoped not.
“I don’t mean to cry. . .promise, but I, you- I get so overwhelmed and confused. I just wish you knew.”
“Wish I knew what?” Barty spoke, immediately being cut off by Evan’s teary whine.
“What it felt like. . .to be fucking mad over you, Barty Crouch jr.”
The room was once again silent, except for the sniffles coming from Evan here and there. The tension in the air got thicker and Evan was afraid he’d drown in it. Barty breathed out like he was going to speak but words never came. They were hopeless.
Evan had to end this.
“One day, I will stop falling in love with you. . .and maybe someday someone will care for me like I care for you.”
“Ev don’t say that, please”
“But for now please, just let me believe that we are more than friends and I’ll let you break my heart again. . .”
Evan rested his head on the door, tears stinging his eyes. It was all out in the open, no going back now, he thought. He let his mind fill with all the horrible outcomes of the soon to be rejection as the tears poured harder. He felt the need to reiterate one more time, knowing this was the last he’d ever be able to say it. So he began to mutter as he felt Barty’s body weight press to the door.
“One day-”
But he was cut off by Barty’s shaky voice,
“I won’t stop falling in love with you.”
Evan’s breath hitched and his eyes grew wide. But before he could say anything Barty was speaking again,
“I spend everyday thinking of you. I don’t want to break your heart, let Merlin strike me dead if I do. . . .”
…..
Barty whispered a short “Alohomora,” unlocking the door. He squeezed his weight through the small opening in the door, which wasn’t any easy task, but he needed to get to Evan. To hold him, to feel him, to breathe him in. He’d crawl under Evan’s skin if it meant he could get closer to the boy he’d been madly in love with for Merlin knows how long.
He enveloped Evan in a tight hug, arms shaking as sobs spilled out of the boy in front of him. Despite this situation he couldn’t help but think how beautiful Evan looked, all glassy eyed and wet cheeked. He was beautiful, even in misery.
“Rosie, I’m not good with this feelings shit but I know for a fact that I want you. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says, my father can rot in fucking hell. I only care about you, Ev. And if that makes me insane so fucking be it.”
…..
Barty’s words weren’t sweet by any means but they were important, they were Barty. Evan let out a wet laugh attempting to pull Barty closer, the two would never be close enough. Although Barty could never let a semi-sweet moment live, he had to open his big mouth.
“Are you gonna let me go, Rosier? I’m feeling a but suffocated,”
“Never, fuck you”
Barty wheezed at that opening his mouth to comment once more,
“Nah, I’d rather fuck you”
“You’re such a fucking whore, Crouch”
“That I am. . . .Can I kiss you?”
“Please do.”
Evan fisted his hand in Barty’s dress shirt pulling him close as Barty smashed their lips together. It started soft but soon became a rough collision of teeth, tongue, and spit.
The two had finally had each other and it was no secret.
Pandora was right about fate and Nothing was new.