Regulus POV
I’m such an idiot. I should have known when he didn’t show up tonight. I had spent the last hour pacing around the kitchen waiting for James to come and then realized maybe he didn’t know where to meet. It was stupid but it was a hope that I had to have because there was no way he forgot. The universe wouldn’t do that. Not when I was going to tell him it was real.
So I went to find him and what I found was so much worse than him just forgetting. The Evans girl was pressed against James who had his back pressed to the wall, she was smirking and had her hand running over him and he looked at her with starts in his eyes. Pandora was wrong, I wasn’t the one he looked at like that.
“I’ve been an idiot, James,” she whispers, it’s quiet but not quiet enough and I am frozen in place and runs her hand along his arm.
“Oh?” he asks a little breathlessly and all I can think of is how it would feel to be her.
“I didn’t see what was in front of me all along,” she places her hand on his cheek, “so not dating Regulus?”
“No definitely not,” he sighs and I bring my hand to my mouth to stop myself from crying out but I’m to late and a choked out sob slips through as my eyes well up with tears.
He said it so easily, so simply because no we aren’t actually dating and I was an idiot for ever thinking that he could reciprocate that. Pandora was wrong. Before James can see me I run the other way not even thinking before I rush back into the kitchen.
“Oh hello honey,” Emmery hums, “ did you find him.”
I don’t say anything just let me legs fall from under me and collapse on the floor holding a hand over my mouth to quiet the sobs.
“Oh honey,” she rushes over and gets on her knees next to me rubbing a hand over my back, “what happened.”
“I’m such an idiot,” I sob and curl up into her once I can breath again even as the world is slightly spinning.
“No honey,” she holds me and runs her hand through my hair, “you’re just a boy who fell in love.”
“I’m not in love,” I say defiantly.
“Okay honey,” she says.
“I’m not,” I say and I’m serious there’s no way I fell in love with James Bloody Potter.
“Then why are you crying in my arms over him,” before I can say anything someone barges in.
“Regulus.”
James.
“Go away, James,” I turn and curl tiger into Emery.
“No, I, No,” James sputters but doesn’t move closer.
“Emery tell him to leave,” I mumble against her and she just chuckles slightly before removing herself from my side.
“I’ll go make some tea,” I look at her with wide eyes.
“Traitor,” I hiss.
“Talk to him,” she whispers and gives me a kiss on my cheek.
“Regulus,” James tries as soon as she leaves the room.
“Please don’t James,” I sigh and lean against the stone wall behind me.
“I didn’t mean for you to see that,” he comes and sits across from me and I flinched back at his words.
“It doesn’t matter, James.”
“But-”
“No,” I cut him off, “it doesn’t matter we aren’t together I have no right to be upset this is what you wanted, you got it congrats.”
“But…” he starts again and this time he trails off himself.
“I guess this is the end. Thank you for keeping the girls away from me for a little bit. I’ll come up with a way to publicly break up with you.”
“Hey wait no,” he frowns and looks like he’s going to move forward but thinks better of it.
“No?” I raise my eyebrow.
“I mean it doesn’t have to end right now does it?”
“I think it does,” I whisper quietly.
“But what about the girls?” He tries and I counter.
“What about Lily?”
“Lily? Oh well-”
“You deserve to be with someone who makes you happy.”
“You do too,” he frowns.
“That ship sailed the moment I was born into the Black family,” I smile sadly.
“Can we be friends?”
“No.” I say and start to stand up, “ I think that’s enough you should go.”
‘But why,” James comes closer.
“It would be weird to be seen as a friend to your ex,” I shrug.
“I don’t care I’ll do it.”
“No, James!”
“But why?”
“Because!” I snap and then soften my voice, “because I can’t just be your friend not, not when I like you as more than that. It’s too much.”
“Regulus,” James whispers and cups my face in his hand, I lean into it momentarily before pushing away completely, “goodbye, James.”
I rush out before he can say anything. It feels like that’s what I do these days, run from James. Not because he’s bad but because he’s so painfully good. He was sweet and he cared and I mistook that niceness for feelings and now I lost my sun, once again doused in the darkness.