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So this song(What if You- Josh Raddin) totally inspired me to write something angsty and sad.
So...I wrote Teddy/James.
It's really short, and Totally unbeta'd. >.>;;; So point out any Typos you see.
The Lyrics to the Song:
Quote:
What if you
Could wish me away
What if you
Spoke those words today
I wonder if you'd miss me
When I'm gone
It's come to this, release me
I'll leave before the dawn
But for tonight
I'll stay here with you
Yes, for tonight
I'll lay here with you
But when the sun
Hits your eyes
Through your window
There'll be nothing you can do
What if you
Could hear this song
What if I
Felt like I belong
I might not be leaving
Oh so soon
Began the night believing
I loved you in the moonlight
So, for tonight
I'll stay here with you
Yes, for tonight
I'll lay here with you
But when the sun
Hits your eyes
Through your window
There'll be nothing you can do
I could've treated you better
Better than this
Well, I'm gone, this song's your letter
Can't stay in one place
So, for tonight
I'll stay here with you
Yes, for tonight
I'll lay here with you
But when the sun
Hits your eyes
Through your window
There'll be nothing you can do
What if you:
Teddy gave a terrible, empty sigh and took a deep drag on his cigarette. He got a hallow pleasure watching the smoke float away from his lips toward the moon. Muggle cigarettes were the best. Those silly magical smokeless ones didn't have the same satisfaction as the dirty smoke drifted out of his lungs. The Moon shone brightly as the smoke wrapped around it in thin contaminated ribbons.
He looked away from the window and to the boy curled around his sheets. His messy black hair flopped over his eyes. His mouth hung open just a little, like a child's. That tanned exposed skin on his shoulders seemed softened by the dead light of the moon. It almost made Teddy want to cry.
He didn't belong here.
He wasn't a Potter. Not really. It didn't matter how often he ate at their house or how many Christmas presents they Owled him. He wasn't a Potter. He wasn't a Weasley. He couldn't convince himself to love Victorie, not matter how much she loved him.
He had tried to love James.
Every time his god brother smiled, the corner of Teddy's lips would tug upwards. Every time James laughed, it made Teddy's heart break. Every time James ran to his father, calling him Dad over and over again, Teddy remembered how he could never do that because he didn't have a father, and Harry wasn't his.
He took another drag on his cigarette and looked away from the sleeping boy.
Some where in his heart there was a deep, dark, lonely fear that James would tire of him. James was young, barely 19. He was playing Quidditch, meeting new people and living his life. All Teddy was was his 26 year old God-Brother and he wasn't good at anything. He wasn't part of the family. There was nothing that tied them together except a few shared experiences. Blood is thicker than water.
Teddy looked back at the moon. “James.” He whispered. “I'm leaving.” James didn't stir. He couldn't handle this. This fear. This over whelming sense of emptiness. It was killing him. “When ever I look at you, I see everything I'm not Jamie. Every thing I wish I was and everything I wish I had.”
He chanced a glance back at James. Nothing. “I'm so sorry.” He whispered, filling his lungs with nicotine again. “I tried. But you deserve better.”
He fell back onto the bed, wrapping an arm around his god-brothers, no his boyfriend's, chest and pulled them together. “But I have to leave before...before you leave me.” A single tear rolled down his cheek.
There were a few hours of quiet where Teddy tried to memorize the sound of James sleeping. A few hours were Teddy tried to understand why he felt so damn alone. He didn't wait for a lark. Before dawn he was gone.
James yawned, the sun hitting his eyes through the window. The apartment was empty. He rubbed his face and looked around. “Ted?” on the pillow next to him was a simple note.
James,
I'm sorry.
The apartment is yours.
Signed, Teddy.
James didn't understand.
