Chapter 6
Readers P.O.V
3:27 a.m
I sleepily opened my eyes expecting to see the Potters living room but instead all I saw was darkness. As I blinked in attempt to wake myself up, I felt something that I haven't felt in a while. Warm skin pressed against my own and two arms wrapped tightly around my waist. Startled, I pulled myself away and strongly pushed the strangers arms off my body. As I felt the spot next to me empty, a loud thud and then a groan came from the floor. My breathing became heavy as I blindly moved my arms around trying to find the lamp that is usually on the nightstand next to the bed.
Where the hell did it go?
I clumsily moved to the other side of the bed and felt the lamp there. I clicked the on button and took a deep breath as I leaned forward, ready to face the stranger who broke into my room.
"Ouch...I didn't know you were so rough in bed."
I could recognize that voice from miles away. I could practically hear his smirk.
"Padfoot?! Merlin, I'm so sorry!"
I hurriedly got out of bed and went to Sirius's side.
I looked down and saw him smiling innocently at me. I grabbed the nearest pillow and hit him with it.
"You scared the shit out of me! I thought you were a thief!"
"Do muggle thief's usually fall asleep with the people they're robbing? James was right, muggles are weird." He replied rubbing his side.
I sighed. He's got a point there.
"I'm sorry Padfoot, I didn't know it was you." I mumbled, my face bright red from embarrassment.
"Yeah, sorry to disappoint. You probably would have preferred that Henry Style."
"You mean Harry Styles?" I asked, laughing out loud.
I got down on my knees so I could look at his face.
"Sure, whatever." He replied straightening up.
I smiled and shook my head.
"I'm not disappointed, quite the opposite actually." I said, getting up and extending my hand to help him off the floor.
He smiled back and wrapped his long fingers around mine. I groaned as I leaned my body back.
"You gotta help me here, Siri." I said, struggling to pull him up.
He scoffed.
"You have enough strength to push me off the bed but not enough to help me off the floor?" He questioned, using his own strength to pulling himself up.
I rolled my eyes and patted his shoulder lightly. My gaze fell upon on the strange bed covers that were laid out behind him. Those definitely weren't mine. As I turned my head to look around I realized that I'm not in the guest room James gave me.
"What room is this? I asked, still looking around.
There was a AC/DC poster above the bed, a broom, a Griffindor jersey that wrote "BLACK" on the backside in big, bold letters and lastly, there was a leather jacket laying on an armchair that was next to the window.
"My room. The Potter's turned this guest room into my room for when I come to stay here." He replied, looking around as well.
"I hope it's okay. You fell asleep on the couch downstairs so I carried you up here."
"You carried me up here? Sirius, you were heavily injured not even hours ago." I stated in a concerned voice.
He turned his head back to face me. "It's okay, I have a good healer."
His silver eyes were shining so bright that they were lighting up the dim room.
I smiled shyly and looked down at our still untwined hands.
At that moment, I felt so relaxed and content, that I let a yawn escape my mouth.
"Sorry." I mumbled, yawning again.
He chuckled lightly. "No worries, it's the middle of the night. Plus, you barely slept last night so it's only natural."
My eyes widened. What did he just say? For fucks sake, which one of those saggy testicles told him?
"Um... what are you talking about?" I asked letting go of his hand. I slowly walked back to sit on my side of the bed. Maybe he was just assuming. No need to mentally threaten Prongs, Moony and Wormtail.
"Moony told me that you stayed up all night making sure I was still breathing." He answered, coming closer to the bed.
I groaned, shut my eyes and leaned my head back on the cold wall. I'm going to hex that fucking wolf bastard.
"It sounds creepy when you say it out loud." I said, as I felt weight being added on the bed.
My breath hitched as his soft hand came to rest on top of mine once again.
Am I dreaming? What the hell is happening?
When he chuckled, I felt his breath hit my forehead.
"Yeah, it's a little creepy."
"Ughh." I groaned, turning my head away from him.
He laughed lightly. "But don't worry, I've done much worse to make sure you're okay."
I opened my eyes and turned back to him.
"What?"
"Well, if I told you, my ego would be crushed.”
"When?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing together.
He let out a sigh.
“Stubborn aren’t you?” He asked, turning his head to look at me.
I poured my lips and playfully nudged his side.
“Alright.” He said, leaning back onto the headboard.
"Well, the last time was when Peter blew up a cauldron full of Liquid Death during Potions and you jumped in and told Slughorn that it was your fault. That afternoon I overheard Slughorn complaining to Mcgonigall about how you disturbed his class again. He talked about how he wouldn't allow you come on the Magical Creatures trip that was going to happen that upcoming week. I knew how much you wanted to go to that trip so I... um..."
"Merlin, Padfoot what did you do?" I asked, smiling widely.
He let out a breathy laugh and continued, "The next day Slughorn asked me where you were so I lied and told him you were looking for a book you left behind in the Dark Arts room. Knowing he was gonna go there to find you, I paid Hedless Nick to freak him out and convince him to let you go on the trip. It wasn't that difficult honestly. Slughorn is a very jumpy guy. Did you know he was afraid of ghosts?"
I stared at him with wide eyes.
"Padfoot... you didn't have to go through all that snooping and trouble for me."
"I know I didn't have to, just like you didn't have to stay up last night, but I did because I wanted to be there for you. Even though I couldn't be there for you physically during that time."
I moved my thumb over the back of his hand and stroked the skin there.
"Listen, you don't have to stay here with me...y-you can go back to your room...or um....y-you could stay here if you like." He mumbled nervously.
I softly smiled at him and wiggled underneath the bedsheets, getting comfortable.
"Are you going to sit there and stare at me all night?" I asked, looking back up at Sirius.
"I could..." He replied smiling.
"But I don't want you pushing me out of the bed again so, I won't." He said, closing the light.
"Wise decision."
The room was dark and the silver moon light illuminated our youthful faces. We laid there, looking at each other for what felt like years but it must have only been a couple of seconds.
"So um...why did you bring me up here?" I asked, trying my best not to sound awkward.
"I just thought you would be sore in the morning if you fell asleep on the couch."
"No, I meant... why did you bring me here? To your room."
"O-oh...well, I um..." He muttered.
"Honestly, I... I missed falling asleep with you next to me." He whispered quietly, head turning to look away from me.
I bit my lip. Ah crap, now my eyes are watering.
"Me too, Siri. I missed that too."
He smiled sadly and turned to lay on his back. We laid there like that for a while until Sirius spoke up.
"Do you think there is a parallel universe where everything is okay?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, looking at him.
"Do you think there is a parallel universe where we are happy? Where you don't have to be ashamed for being muggle born, where Moony was never bitten, where my parents didn't exist, where we never..." His voice went soft, almost a whisper.
"Where we never got into that argument?"
I truly had no clue what the right answer was.
"I don't know if a parallel universe like that exists Padfoot." I whispered.
Sirius flinched.
"...right. You're right, that was stupid, I'm so-"
I placed my hand on his clenched one.
"I don't know if a parallel universe like that exists but you know what? We're going to be okay in this universe. All of us." I said in a steady voice.
He turned his head to look at me, fresh tears running down his cheeks.
"We're gonna make it work Pads, I promise." I said, reassuring him.
He stared at me in silence and for a moment I began to worry if I said something wrong. I opened my mouth to speak but Sirius beat me to it.
"Can...can I...maybe... hug you?" He asked, his body turning to his side, facing me.
My heart melted and I let out a shaky breath.
"Yeah...Siri, yeah." I answered, trying to hold back my own tears.
I felt his arms snake around my waist, holding me tight as if I was going to dissolve into thin air if he didn't.
I missed this wonderful boy. This boy who I care about so much, this boy who has a golden heart and silver eyes, this boy that I love so deeply.
"I've missed you so much. So bloody much that it hurts. It hurts hearing you wake up from nightmares and not being able to comfort you. It's all my fault and it hurts so much. I'm so s-sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." He said, sobbing into my shoulder.
I pulled back, just for a second and pressed my lips onto his. I relaxed as I felt Sirius melt into my touch. He shifted his head to the side slightly and I felt him move his body even closer to mine. At that moment, I let out a little breath of relief.
When we broke apart, we looked at each other. Both trying to wrap our minds around what just happened.
"I hope that was okay..." I whispered quietly.
Sirius smiled widely and whispered, "More than okay."
I smiled back and lifted my hand to wipe the tear stains off his cheek.
He took a hold of my hand and brought it down to his mouth and planted soft kisses on my palm.
I closed my eyes, loving the way his lips felt against my skin.
"When we tell the guys what happened tomorrow can we tell them I kissed you first? Or else James is going to tease me about it until the day I die."
I scoffed.
"You shouldn't be worried about James because I won't ever stop teasing you about this. That was literally the bravest thing I have ever done."
"Well, I’ve always enjoyed being teased by you so... the jokes on you." He replied, smirking.
I rolled my eyes, leaned my head down onto Sirius's chest. The smell of fire and cologne wrapped around me, making me sleepy.
"Goodnight Pads." I mumbled after a little while.
"Goodnight, love." He answered kissing the top of my head.
" You know..." I whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Harry Styles is hot but he's no Sirius Black."
"That's the best compliment I have ever received." He replied, his chest moving up and down as he laughed.