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Chapter 4 : Pulling away
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To say I was pissed off would be an extreme understatement.
Because in this moment I wanted to kill James Potter, I wanted to beat the crap out of him.
This must be pay back for when I barfed all over his shoes.
They were ugly shoes anyway.
He needs to get over it!
“You called for me darling?” James sang as he slid into the kitchen. He had a bottle of fire whiskey in his hands which would explain why he was sliding into the kitchen, only drunk James would slid.
“How could you possibly get completely wasted in the ten minutes that you were gone, and why is Albus dirty dancing with a broom?!?!” I basically scream in his face. Sneaking a glance at Albus It looks like he is still dirty dancing with that damn broom stick.
“It’s a talent.” I’m not sure if he’s talking about his getting drunk in 10 minutes or Albus’ dirty dancing with the broom. . . I really hope it’s the first one.
“Why are you drunk anyway?” I ask, trying to calm myself down. I really don’t like drunken people.
“Because my brother nocked up my best friend,” He says this as he slides down the wall and sits on the floor. My heart goes out to his broken facial expression, but what he says doesn’t make any sense.
We haven’t even been proper friends in years, let alone best friends.
“James, sweetie, I still don’t understand. I thought you were happy for me?” I ask sitting next to him, staring at Albus still dirty dancing with that broom. That brooms probably going to have to be burned after tonight.
“I was. But now, I don’t know.” James said. I still wasn’t looking at him but I could feel him staring at me.
“Why did you get Albus drunk?” I know that Albus never drinks, and James is the only person who can convince him too.
“I didn’t.” At this I looked at him, and I saw that he was telling the truth. For some reason my boyfriend got drunk on his own free will. And that unnerves me.
“Then why is he dirty dancing with a broom?” I ask looking back at Albus’ shirtless figure.
Damn he looks good shirtless.
“You’ll have to ask him that tomorrow when he is sober,” James says standing up, “I’ll help you get him back to his flat,” He offers me his hand and I take it, pulling myself off the floor.
“I’ll go tell everyone we’re leaving,” I let go of his hand but he grabs it back. I stare at him with a questioning look.
“I’m only looking out for you, you know that right?” James says. Then he kisses my hand and goes and tries to get Albus to stop dirty dancing with the broom.
I stand there confused for a moment and then continue into the living room where all the sober people seem to be munching on small cakes and such.
“I think we’re going to head out now, Albus is drunk,” I inform everyone. They all chorus they’re goodbyes and more congratulations. And I promise Ginny I would owl her so we could get together to talk. After all that I go back into the kitchen to see how James is doing with Albus.
It’s not going well.
Albus is on James’ back and James is trying to get him off by rubbing his back on the wall. To say this looks wrong would be an understatement.
Because it looks really really wrong.
“What are you doing?” I ask James who just now noticed I entered back into the kitchen.
“He jumped on my back after I told him it was time to go home, and now I can’t get him off,” this is when I realize that James isn’t drunk, which is weird because I was pretty sure he was drunk just a minute ago.
“Just throw him in the fireplace already, I’m tired and I just want to go to bed.” I tell him with an exhausted sigh.
“Right, sorry.” James looks embarrassed for a moment, like this is something he should have known, which is silly because I only just now realized hoe tired I was.
“It’s fine, let’s just get him home,” I walk into the fire place that was in the kitchen and floo over to Albus’ flat.
My head hurts.
Correction: my head really hurts.
My head hasn’t hurt this bad since I found out Bella lost her virginity to James, I drank so much that night I thought I would die.
Wait. That means that I was drinking..?
Damn it! I’m hung over!
I opened my eyes to see that I was on the floor in my flat next to my bed.
Why was I on the floor?
I sat up and my vision got all fuzzy, so I closed them again.
Why did I get drunk?
I can’t even think of anything.
I can’t think at all.
My head bloody hurts.
I open my eyes again and look in my bed, there’s a broom in my bed.
“Why is there a broom in my bed?” I mumble out load.
“Because you refused to let it sleep in the pantry,” I turn around to see the most beautiful person in the world, but at this moment her words only confused me more.
“Bells? Brooms don’t sleep, they sweep,” I inform her as I get off the floor. She chuckles and rolls her eyes, merlin she is amazing. I mean her blond curls are sticking out and she is still wearing the dress she wore yesterday only now it’s all wrinkled and she’s not wearing a belt, which makes me think of how easy it would be to just slid the dress off her and onto the floor….
“Albus,” I’m shaken out of my dirty thoughts by the tone of her voice. It’s not sweet, not caring; it’s stern with a hint of worry. It’s never good when Isabella worries. “Why did you get drunk last night?” That’s when it all comes flooding back to me. Her barfing all over James’ shoes, James letting it slip that Bella’s pregnant, James trying to stop her parents form leaving, Bella going off to find her parents, the talk that I had with my dad. And the worst part would be Bella crying in the field on James’ shoulder.
I was worried about Bella, she has been gone for a while now and I knew when her parents left she was heartbroken. So I did what any good boyfriend would do, I went to go find her, and comfort her if needed.
As soon as I opened the door I could make out two people sitting in the field.
It was Isabella and James. She had her head on his shoulder, and they were talking but I couldn’t make out anything they were saying. And then she started sobbing, I wanted to go over there and comfort her but James was there already doing that. I was pretty pissed off.
So I went back inside and bumped into my dad.
“Did you find Isabella?” He asked as he lead me into the hall way, so no one else could hear our conversation.
“No, she must have already come back inside,” I lied, because I didn’t want him to know that I was jealous that James was comforting her when she was obviously so upset. And I was angry at myself because I knew that there was absolutely nothing between them.
“Oh, I just wanted to congratulate you again. This is a big step in any relationship, and we all love Bella already like part of the family. I just want to make sure you’re ready for this level of commitment. Not that I would ever encourage divorce, but marriage is something that can be undone, you can’t undo a kid,” I was angry that he was questioning whether or not I was ready for this kind of commitment. I wouldn’t have proposed to her if I wasn’t ready to give her everything I had to offer. “I just don’t want what happened in your 7th year to happen again,” And now he had the nerve to bring that up, I wanted to punch him in the face. He had no right bringing Alisa into this, which was back in 7th year, years ago. I know I screwed up then, I know I ruined her life.
I took a deep breath before responding to my dad.
“I know I screwed up in 7th year dad, but I changed. That changed me for the better, and I need you to trust me, to believe that I changed. I would never do that to Bella,” I couldn’t even imagine ever hurting her in that way. Or in anyway.
“I know you’ve changed son, and me and your mother are prude of you. I just don’t want you to make the same mistake twice,” He gave me a (manly) hug and then went to join everyone else in the living room. I, on the other hand, went into the kitchen to enjoy some much needed alcohol.
“I just felt like it,” I lied to her. Which wasn’t probably the best choice, but too late now, right?
“You just felt like getting completely wasted and dirty dancing with the broom?” She looks pissed. Which is understandable but…? Wait… I was dirty dancing with a broom…..?
“I was dirty dancing with a broom?” I ask sitting down on the bed.
“Yes, you were also shirtless,” She says, and I can tell she’s trying not to smile at the memory.
I look at the broom which is tucked into my bed: that is why I never drink.
“You must have got a kick out of that,” I smile at her, and then her smile fades.
“I did, but that’s not the point Albus. You never get drunk, ever,” She looks extremely sad and thats when it dawns on me. She’s upset that I got drunk, she’s upset. She doesn’t know that I have a legit reason for getting drunk; she doesn’t know that I didn’t get drunk because I was freaking out about being a dad. She doesn’t know.
“I’m sorry love, I’m so sorry. I just wasn’t having a good night,” I want to grab her hand but she pulled it away.
She pulled away.
She pulled away from me.
“Do you think my night went perfectly? My own parents, who are supposed to love me no matter what, walked out on me without even saying a word, you weren’t there for me. Al, you were drunk,” She sighed and leaned her head up against the wall. “I’m scared of everything, I’m scared that you’ll leave me, and scared that I’m going to be a terrible mother, a terrible wife, and I’m terrified of the future. But I’m less scared when I’m with you, last night I was scared, and you weren’t there,” She said all this while staring right at me, looking directly into my eyes. And it made me want to die. One of the things that I find so amazing about her is that no matter what, she always looks you in the eyes. I had to look away because her gaze was so intense.
“I’m scared too, honestly I am. But I would never leave you. I don’t think I would be able to physically be able to remove myself from being with you,” I take a deep breath and take her head in my hands, “I love you more than life, if I lost you I would never be able to breath properly again,” I kiss her forehead, “And I love our child,” Then I kiss her properly on the mouth.
“I hope I’m not interrupting something,” I ignore the voice that I have heard so many times before Its impossible not to recognize it, so I just deepen the kiss and hope he’ll take the hint.
“Guys, I’m not going anywhere,” The voice continues.
I hear Bella sigh in annoyance, good she should be annoyed, I hope she goes and punches him.
“Go away James,” I turn and glare at him, “No one wants you here,” at that he chuckles. The bastard chuckles!
“Are you sure it’s me no one wants here?” He asks looking at Bella. I look at her and she is glaring at me.
Why is she glaring at me?
“Why did you get drunk last night” damn, she really needs to stop asking me that question.
“I can’t tell you,” I look away from her, not meeting her gaze. James seems to understand why I got drunk.
“Maybe you should leave Izzy, give me the day with my brother,” James and Izzy seem to be having a silent conversation with they’re eyes, which is something I guess comes with them knowing each other since like forever.
“Fine, I’m still mad at you,” She kisses my cheek and then touches James’ shoulder in an almost intimate way, but that’s just the green monster talking.
She closes the door behind her and James sites down on my bed, motioning for me to sit next to him.
“Why are you here, James?” I ask as I sit on the bed next to him.
“Well first off, I helped Izz get you home last night, so you’re welcome for that buddy. And secondly, I brought you sobering potion, because I knew how absolutely drunk you were last night. What happened man?” James looked concerned, which is understandable because like I said, I never get drunk.
“Dad talked to me about Alisa.” I said laying back onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling. I knew James knew what happened with her, and I knew it was the only reason he didn’t like that I was with Bella. I know he loves Bella, whether it’s a romantic kind of love or a brotherly love I don’t know.
“Dude, you need to stop caring what people think, you need to man up and accept what you did to her, because man, she did the same to you. It was all together a very unhealthy relationship, and yes, most of it was your fault. But you’ve changed, you’re better now. And sure it makes me uncomfortable that you and Izz are together, I care about the both of you,” James sighed, “I’m happy for you both, I hope you know that. And you should really consider telling her about Alisa, because dude you’re in the dog house, and she’ll be able to take it. She’s one of the most forgiving people I know,” And then James hugs me. We don’t hug.
“Please stop touching me,” I push him off the bed and contemplate what he just said. I know telling her about Alisa is out of the question, I could never take the look of disappointment that would be sketched across her face. So I need to figure out a different way to get her to forgive me for getting drunk and dirty dancing with a broomstick.
Merlin I still can’t believe I did that.
AUTHORS NOTE: So sorry for not updating sooner, life seems to have gotten away from me. BUT I HAVE CAUGHT IT!So I will be trying to update more often, just for you! <3 But anyway part of this chapter was in Albus' POV so tell me what you think of that! And what about this girl Alisa huh? Intrigued? I am! What do you think Albus did? And do you still think James is in love with Bella? What about Albus' relationship with James? What do you think Albus is going to do to get Bella to forgive him? Do you think Bella over reacted? OH! And I'm thinking after this one I might write a prequel? Like back when she first slept with James? JUST TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU THOUGHT! OR ARE THINKING! I WANT TO KNOW IT ALL!
I love you all so very very much please don't hate me because I havent updated in forever,
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