A/N: I do not anything. Harry Potter is JK Rowling's, as is anything or anyone you recognise EXCEPT PARAMORE because Paramore belong to Paramore (who are, by the way, brilliant, and if you agree, then you are amazing. But you are amazing anyway if you are reading my story.) And I don't think JK Rowling owns London, but I'm not sure who does...
Point is - I don't own anything. Which is a shame.
Danny was hangover free, showered and dressed in clean clothes (I always kept clothes for him, just in case. It was necessary) as was I.
I bounced onto the bed where Danny was sat staring off into space (what else is new?)
"So," I said casually, pulling him out of his daydream. "What actually happened?"
He sighed. "We got into a fight. She said I didn't pay enough attention to her. Said I was lucky to be going out with a girl who could have anyone and she picked me and I was wasting her time. Not that it matters anyway - she was cheating on me."
My jaw dropped. "What? The little fuck!"
"Don't abuse the rules of life, Em - you know your not suppose to put Amy Hoster, fuck and little in the same sentence. The first two sure, but..."
I rolled my eyes. "Not the point Danny. The point is she's a twat."
He shrugged. "Not like it really matters to me," he said, shooting me a shy grin.
I hesitated slightly, before sighing and beginning slowly and softly. "Why don't you just start going out with guys, love? You don't have to come out. If you find someone nice enough, who understands what it's like to be in the closet, you can keep it between you. And me, of course, but that's not the point."
He made a noise of sort of hopeless nervousness and frustraton. "I don't know if I could do that, Em..." He dropped his head slightly, looking down at the bed with his shoulders slumped.
"Of course you could. You're gorgous, Danny. You're so special and if you can ask out girls and score them the way you do, of course you can do it with a boy. You just get to be yourself more. And that, in my opinion, is a hell of a lot better," I said softly, ducking slightly so I could look up at his face.
It was apsolutely true. With perfectly messy brown hair that fell into his brown eyes and a handsome face, he was the desire of many. Especially since he's so fuckin tall.
And I am not.
Which I am reminded of everyday.
And I make the bastard anti-hangover potions.
The cheek of it...
"I don't know how to... be like that. I mean, I knew what high school was gonna be like if people found out I was gay. I... put up a... shield, if you like. I don't act like me. I act on knowing what people want to see from me. I just don't how to put me out there," he sighed.
"You act like you around me. I know what you is like. He's sweet and clever, if a bit slow. He's funnier than he thinks he is. He's capable of a lot. The person you're hiding behind is just you to extremes. But not all of you. Sometimes, maybe, not the best parts of you."
He sighed. "I'll think about it."
"Good. So, you packed yet?"
He snorted. "Yeah, right. We're not leaving for Hoggies till tomorrow."
"Of course," I nodded, going back to my wardrobe and getting out the things I had missed, folding them and putting them into my trunk.
"What does it look to you like I am doing, huh?"
"Emmy?" a voice called from outside the door.
I gestured for Danny to climb into the wardrobe.
He rolled his eyes, but obliged. He knew me well enough to know I would've just tackled him if he hadn't.
I locked it behind him.
"Come in!" I called.
Scorpious opened the door. "Hey," he said. "Ready for tomorrow yet?"
"Great. Alright, listen. Same rules. I know you know but I thought I should remind you. I'm of age. But the press still can't find out about this situation. So don't tell anyone, right? Only people you could trust with your life. No one you meet this year or met last year, ok? No matter how close you get," he rambled firmly.
"You know, you sure are pissy for a seventeen year old boy."
He rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Has to be done. You don't get to see me when I'm having most fun."
"Glad to know you love me so much.
"Not exactly the kind of love I want to even think about sharing with my little sister."
"...No one needed to know that."
"Fair point. So, what are you up to today? Any last minute plans?"
"I think I might go shopping in London with Danny."
"Awesome, can I tag along? I won't hang around - I'm meeting Al in London."
No. No no no no no. No. Not if you're meeting Al there. Nope. "Sure."
Why do I do it? There was a pause whilst I stared off into space, mentally kicking myself.
I can barely look at Al without blushing.
"...You gonna... you know, call Danny then?"
"I don't need to. He's in the closet."
SHIT I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO TELL HIM THAT!
Oh well. Screw it. What can you do?
"I kinda worked that out, Em. It's the only reason I never beat him up for staying here. But it's a bit random to tell me now, and also, it doesn't make him telepathic."
Well that's new.
"No - He's in the closet. As in my closet."
"Are you trying to tell me that you're-"
"DANNY COME OUT OF THE FUCKIN WARDROBE!!!"
There was a bang, a muffled shout of "SHIT YOU BASTARD" and then Danny fell out of my closet.
And faceplanted the floor.
"Ooooowwwwwwww..." he moaned.
"Well," I said, in a chipper voice. "It seems you have about... no dignity left."
"Mate," Scorp began slowly. "What were you doing in my sister's closet?"
"I don't know!" he said indignantly. "Ask her! She's mental!"
He turned a wary gaze to me. I shrugged. "I didn't know if you knew he was gay."
At this Danny's face bloomed red.
"Ah. Fair enough. Well, I'm setting off in half an hour, so... get ready, or summet..."
"Bye!" I sang.
He smiled a slightly scared smile. "Later, Emmy. Dan."
He closed the door behind him, but I still managed to catch some mumbling about "How'd I manage to raise such a creepy midget?".
Because my brother is such a charmer.
"So... your brother knows I'm gay, huh?"
I shrugged. "Guess so."
"Ah, well. He was bound to find out sometime."
"That's the spirit! Now, I need to find my bag."
Half an hour later, we were walking down the streets of muggle London, me and Dan looking out for Dommie, and Scorp looking for the love of my life.
We whipped round to see Dom waving her arms like a crazy chicken.
Some things never change.
"Scorp! Over here, mate!"
And that would be Albus Potter, speculating his cousin's amazing new dance.
We wove through the crowd to where they were waiting. I was immediately pulled into an entusiastic hug by Dom. Then I was thrown out of it so she could envelope Dan in her death grip. Scorp caught me before I landed on my arse. I love my brother so much.
"Nice to see you to, Dom," Danny squeaked, brushing himself off as she released him.
"Hi Danny! Hi Emmy! Hi Scorpious! Hi Al!" she greeted us all.
"...Love, I came here with you," Al told her slowly.
"I know, but I didn't want you to feel left out!"
"Well... thanks. Hi to you too."
We all mumbled hi's to Dom.
"Hey Emmy, Daniel," Al greeted us.
"Hi," we replied.
...This is getting awkward.
"Um... are we waiting for something?" Dan started.
"Yeah!" Dom exclaimed. "We're waiting for Louis to come out of that shop," she said, pointing at the shop behind her.
"Wait, what?" Dan shouted.
Me and Al grinned at him. Then we grinned at each other. I gave him a last polite smile before looking away so I didn't started grinning like an idiot because merlin is he adorable.
He has the most amazing shaggy black hair, piercing green eyes, and don't even get me started on his body...
"Lu's in that shop," Dom repeated slowly.
As if on cue, Louis ambled out of the shop, grinning at Dom and Al. The grin became wider when he saw me... and then slid right off his face when he saw Dan. Dan glared right back at him. Dom and I rolled our eyes. Scorp eyed the two knowingly, and slightly catiously. Al remained oblivious, staring at a poster in the window of the shop.
"SO..." Dom said loudly. "I wanted to go to that new shop around the corner..."
"I need to go get a new poster."
Dom scoffed. "You are such a geek."
"Fuck off," I sang, letting my dyed red hair fall to cover my warm, pink cheeks.
"Don't you have like a gazilliongillian posters already?"
"That isn't a number," I pointed out.
"Maybe it is a number, you just can't count to it."
I shot her a dirty look. She smirked back, the smug look on her pretty face making nearby men drewl.
"DUDE, STAY IN YOUR PANTS WHEN YOU'RE LOOKING AT MY BABY COUSIN, MAN! WHAT ARE YOU, FORTY?" Al shouted at a gaping passerby.
Dom is preeeeeeeeeeettttttyyyy.
Seriously though, her blonde hair shines so bright that it almost looks like it's got it's own glow. It falls in perfest waves down her back. Her figure is, and I quoate the 60 year old that just checked my best mate out, "Fine," and she has a beautiful, mature face. Her blue eyes are bright, playful and mysterious, just like her personality. She's childish and fun, but has a shyer, deeper side that she keeps hidden from most people except her close friends and family.
This is why we're such good friends. Our personalities match.
"FUCK, MAN, WOULD YOU STOP IT? DUDE, YOUR WIFE'S UP THE DUFF! WHAT THE SHIT?" Louis shouted at a man who had come to a stop, gawking in awe at Dommie, much to the confusion of his very pregnant companion.
"She's not my wife," he muttered faintly.
"I'm his older sister," she growled at him rather thant Louis. "And he is in deep shit. I apologize," she said briefly to us, before attacking her brother.
"BLEEDING - TEENAGER - YOU - PERVE - GROW - UP - TWAT!"
Never mess with:
Your older sister
A pregnant woman
Your pregnant older sister
Good life lesson, it seems. We chuckled lightly as they walked off into the mass of people after his apology to Dom, his arm slung around her shoulder.
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