"I love you—I do—but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me. We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave."
I picture some former SAS operator hunted down and rescued the dog from some assholes and then had the dog groomed and dropped him off at the kids house.
A/N: I’m putting this one out later than usual because it ended up longer than I expected it to. I was iffy about some parts and edited this like 4 times before I felt somewhat satisfied so I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcome. This is part one of my fic, set after my prologue which you can read here, since it might make more sense.
Summary: The reader gets her Hogwarts letter, and makes an interesting friend on the Hogwarts express. Over time, things get serious until an unexpected surprise stirs up some serious emotion.
The sun casts its yellow beam through the
curtains, creating a red glow behind your eyelids. You turn to your side,
fighting to go back to sleep before you give up and let of a huff. “No use
now,” you say to yourself as you get off the bed and head downstairs for
breakfast. The smell of pancakes and bacon engulfing your senses as you get
closer and closer to the kitchen. Your grandmum is humming quietly to herself
as she fixes a plate for you and places it on the table. She only really hums
when she’s happy, so you ask, “What’s gotten you in such a good mood, Ma?”
She chuckles, “Eat your breakfast hun, we’ve got
an exciting day ahead of us.” Puzzled, you immediately dig in to the delicious
meal in front of you, until something next to the plate catches your eye.
“What’s this?” you ask, taking the envelope into your hands to study it. You
see your name and address writing on the front, and realisation smacks you hard
in the face. “Can it be?! Is it my letter?” You’ve heard nothing but great
things about Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you’ve been
anticipating your letter since you turned 11.
You tear open the envelope and dump its contents
on the table. In it you find your acceptance letter and lists where you’d need
to go shopping for books and such. You squeal in delight, “It’s finally here!”
Your grandfather walks in, happy that you’ve found out. “Congratulations
kiddo!” he exclaims and hugs you tightly. Your grandmother cleans up the
kitchen and informs you that she’s taking you shopping today for all your
stuff. You gobble your breakfast down and immediately run upstairs to get
dressed, excitement coursing through your veins. Happily skipping down the
stairs, you grab your coat and all three of you make your way to Diagon Alley.
After feeling like you’ve entered the world of a
fairy tale, purchasing text books, a wand, a cat, and your uniform, you return
home feeling rather exhausted. You try taking a nap, but the excitement hasn’t
left you yet, so you pull out a textbook and began skimming through the pages.
You couldn’t wait for September 1st, when the Hogwarts Express would
be here to take you to the castle. As the days go by, you continue reading
through your books, telling your grandparents random facts and tips every now
and then.
As the day nears, you could barely sleep at
night, counting down the days until finally, it’s here. Your grandparents pack
all of your belongings in the car, ready to take off to the train station.
Trolley brimming with everything you brought, you run along the platform
looking for 9 ¾. As you near the end of the platform, a small blond haired boy
around your age ran through the wall between platforms 9 and 10. You stare in
awe as he disappears, and you push your trolley as fast as you can through the
very same wall. “Y/N! Wait!” you grandparents call behind you, but you ignore them.
Right after you made your way to the other side
of the wall, you collide trolley-first into the blond boy who ran in just
before you. He fell to the ground, along with some of your belongings, groaning
in pain. You immediately rushed to his side, apologising non-stop and helping
him to his feet. He looks mad, like he’s about to snap at you. Sure enough, he
does. “How dare you! Do you have any idea who I am? My father will be
hearing about this!”
“Who stands in front of the entryway after
entering behind a wall I can’t see the other side of, you blithering
idiot!” You huff, annoyed at the boy standing in front of you. Your
grandparents finally catch up to you and help you load your things onto the
train. The boy you ran into immediately recognises them, amusement on his face.
“I know you! You’re the stuff of legends. Father’s told me all about what
you’ve done. I’m Draco Malfoy, son of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy.” You look to
your Ma and Pa, you knew what they were, and what they’ve done. What you didn’t
know, however, was that other people have known about it. “They’re my
grandparents,” you say.
“You’re related to them? No way!” he exclaims,
right as his parents come to say goodbye. They notice your grandparents, and
immediately begin chatting cheerfully. They’ve known each other for years,
apparently. As you pack your final few things onto the train, you hug your
grandparents tightly one last time before you enter the carriage. Draco comes
up to you, and you expect him to yell at you again, but he doesn’t. “I’m
sorry I was harsh to you earlier, want to sit with me on the train?” he
asks. “I’d like that, thank you. My name’s Y/N, by the way. You and Draco
search for an empty car, needless to say you both strike up an interesting
friendship after that.
14 years after prologue
You and Draco have developed a very close
friendship since you met on the platform for your first year at Hogwarts. The
Sorting Hat placed you both in Slytherin, and since then you’ve barely spent
any time apart. You trusted Draco more and more over the years, and you
eventually told him what happened to your parents, and how your grandparents
took care of you ever since. You’re both only children born into families of
Death Eaters, and you knew you both had to become one of them eventually. Just
thinking about it scares you tremendously, and Draco has even admitted to it
worrying him a bit too.
He’s always there for you though, when you tell
him you’re thinking about the future. He changes the topic to help lighten your
mood, or sometimes he just pulls you close, holding you in his arms while lying
in a comfortable silence. Eventually you’ll get over it, and thank him with a
kiss on the cheek to show your appreciation for what he’s done. Your lips
tingle every time you’ve done it, and there’s butterflies everywhere. You
sometimes can’t even keep the smile off your face. He’s become such a special
person in your life, you couldn’t imagine where you’d be without him.
You’re there for him too, it’s the least you
could do after all he’s done. When his father’s giving him a hard time, he’d
come to you for comfort. Or when he has a nightmare, he seeks you out for help.
It’s routine for him to signal you to the common room, and you go down knowing
something’s wrong without even seeing the look on his face. It’s your turn to
pull him closer now, letting lay his head on your chest while you hum quietly,
lulling him back to sleep. Everyone else has hinted at something more going on
between you two, but you were, sadly, just friends.
You find yourself developing feelings for the
broken boy, and you have no idea if he even feels remotely the same. With the
Yule Ball quickly approaching, you secretly hoped he’d ask you to the dance,
but you didn’t want to get your hopes up knowing he’s probably ask Pansy
instead. You were sitting at the Slytherin table in the Dining Hall talking to
your best friend about it. She knows how you feel, you trust her not to say
anything, and you’re glad you confided in her.
“He likes you Y/N, I’m sure he’ll ask you. He’s
probably just working up the courage to do so,” she reassures you, knowing
you’d give anything to be the one he chooses. “I don’t know….. He doesn’t seem
to be that into me.” Just as you said it, Draco came storming into the Dining
Hall, a look of determination on his face. His eyes finally spot you, and he
makes his way to your side, Crabbe and Goyle in tow.
“Wonder what’s gotten into him,” you say. He
grabs the seat next to you and catches your attention. “Y/N, I need to ask you
something.” This is it. He’s going to ask. You try to keep your
excitement at bay. Your heart is racing, your palms are sweaty and you sit
there anxiously awaiting his question. “Y/N, do you think Pansy would go to the
Ball with me?” Shocked, you sit there processing his question. He looks at you
weirdly, gauging your reaction. When you finally come to your senses, you’re
heartbroken. You try to hide your disappointment, and you hope to Merlin your
voice doesn’t fail you when you try to answer him.
You clear your throat, “Yes, Draco. Who could
possibly say no to you?” You chuckle a bit, making it sound believable, but
you’re aching on the inside. He senses your change in mood, but he doesn’t question
it, thankfully. He thanks you for the advice, and leaves to go find Pansy. He
still feels as though something’s wrong, but as he turns back to ask you,
you’re already gone.
You don’t even want to go to the stupid Ball
anymore. Why did you even think Draco would ask you? Y/B/F/N tries to comfort
you through it and convinces you that not going to the ball means you’re
letting him get to you. So you go. You make sure your emerald green gown fits
your perfectly, hair done up just right and make up that makes you look
flawless. You enter the ballroom with your best friend on your arm, she didn’t
bring a date so as to upset you because she wanted you to be happy. Heads turn
to meet you as you walk through the room, all eyes focusing on your beauty.
You feel slightly better, and your eyes catch
sight of a familiar pair of grey eyes. He looks absolutely stunned by your
appearance, and it gives you a sudden confidence boost. Head held high, you
walk across the room to grab something to drink, leaving Y/B/F/N on the dance
floor. Draco approaches you, “Y/N, you look beautiful.” His compliments warms
you, and you have to remind yourself that he’s here with Pansy, not you. “Thank
you Draco, you look handsome yourself,” you return the compliment politely.
Pansy appears just as he’s about to say
something else, and she whisks him away from you. You’ve always sensed that
she’s jealous of your friendship with him, but her attempts to ruin it were
pathetic. You find your way onto the dance floor, searching for Y/B/F/N. She
sees you and grabs your hands into hers, pulling you into a dance. You forget
about Draco and your stupid feelings. You let yourself go, moving along to the
rhythm of the music until a slow song comes on and you head to the tables for
another drink.
Standing there, sipping your punch, your eyes
roam over all the couples on the dance floor. A full head of blond hair catches
your eyes. He looks like he’s enjoying dancing with Pansy, and your eyes begin
to water. No matter how much you tried to hide it, your feelings for Draco were
prominent. There was nothing you could do about it, and he clearly doesn’t feel
the same. You put the punch down and pull up your dress as to avoid tripping on
it as you quickly leave the ballroom. Tears are streaking down your face and
you’re running out of breath.
You run up to the astronomy tower, ignoring
anyone that tries calling out to you, asking you what’s wrong. As you reach the
top of the tower, you gasp in a lungful of air and slowly let it back out,
repeating that over and over until you calmed down. You’re still crying though,
because it hurts. It hurts so damn much seeing her there with her. You hear
someone behind you, footsteps getting closer, and you know exactly who it is.
“Go away, Draco,” you try to say it assertively,
but your voice cracks midway. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” He
approaches you cautiously, not wanting to upset you further. He stands next to
you, hands resting on the railing right beside yours. You look up to the sky,
avoiding his look as you take in the stars. “I’ll be fine, Draco. I promise.”
He frowns at that. Never once have you shut him down like that. You’d usually
tell him if something was bothering you, and what it was. “Love, look at me.”
He reaches a hand out and touches your cheek, gently wiping away the tears. He
guides your face to look at him, and he’s heartbroken at the sight. Whoever did
this to you will pay.
Except, he’s the one that did this. “I hate
seeing you like this, Y/N. Please let me help you.” “You can’t help, Draco.”
“Why not?” “You just bloody can’t, Draco!” You hadn’t meant to yell at him, and you
immediately regret it. He’s hurt by your words, his hand dropping to his side
again. “Draco, I-“ he cuts you off midsentence, clearly done with being gentle. “What
is it, huh?! I haven’t seen you for days since I asked you about Pansy. What’s
been going on with you since then? Have I upset you? Did Pansy do something?
What is it, Y/N? What?”
Your tears come pouring faster than before, and
Draco’s eyes soften just smidge. The tension getting to both of you, and it’s
getting you nowhere, so you decide to confess. “I like you, Draco.” You turn
away again, scared of his response. But you can’t turn back now, it’s already
out in the open. “What?” You spare a glance at him, and he looks confused. “I
like you, Draco. As in, I wanted you to ask me to the Ball. I wanted to be the
one dancing to that slow song while you held me in your arms. I wanted you to
take me to my dorm tonight, take my dress off, give me your shirt and lay with
me while humming the tune to the slow song while I fall asleep in your arms.”
You realised you’ve said too much, and Draco
looks at you with a smirk on your face. You blush, embarrassed, and tried to
cover up your mistake. “I didn’t mean that last part, I just got carried away
and-“ “I can’t believe this! Y/N I asked Pansy because I thought you didn’t
want to go with me. I thought asking you would’ve been weird. I’ve tried
working up the courage to tell you how I feel, but, well, you can see how that
turned out.” He chuckles, and you join in too. “So what, Malfoy? How do
you feel?” you tease, because he didn’t really confess to you.
He laughs, taking your hand in his. “I like you
too, Y/N. Since the day you tried to kill me with your trolley.” “I did no such
thing!” “Oh, but you did, love” You laugh, remembering the day like it was just
yesterday. You fall into a silence, and you hear the faint rhythm of the music
from the ballroom. Unexpectedly, Draco pulls you closer. “May I have this
dance?” “I shouldn’t allow you after what you’ve done to me,” his face falls,
so you quickly continue, “but yes Draco, I will.” And so he gathers you into
his arms, slowly swaying you back and forth under the stars.
You rest your head in the crook of his neck,
relaxing against him. You never thought this day would come, but here you are,
right where you want to be. You tilt your head up to see that he’s looking
right back at you, and you blush, hiding your face again. “C’mon love, let me
see that pretty face.” He tickles your sides, forcing you away from him in
laughter. He stops tickling you and stares at you in adoration.
“I really did mean it when I said you looked
beautiful, Y/N.” You blush again, and he pulls you closer. He stares into your
eyes, then his eyes flicker down to your lips, and back up again. You know what
he wants to do, and you want it too. So you inch closer to him, until your lips
connect. An array of emotions washes through you as all of your unspoken words
and poured into that kiss. He grip on you tightens, the kiss deepens, and you
want to stay like that forever. The endorphins running through you making you
happier than ever. Draco pulls away, a smile on his lips. “So, d’you want to go
to Hogsmeade with me sometime?” You nod your head yes, kissing him once more, a
huge smile on your face.
17 years after prologue
You can’t remember what time you fell asleep,
but now feels way too early to wake up. So you let yourself relax, you muscles
drooping into laziness. A faint voice calls out to you, and you don’t know if
you’re dreaming anymore. You feel a hand brush through your hair, softly
lulling you back to sleep, but you hear the voice again. “Y/N, wake up
darling,” Draco cooes softly in your ear. You stir a bit, and finally
allow your eyes to flutter open. Draco looks at you as though you’re the most
beautiful thing in the world, even though you still have morning breath and eye
buggers.
He kisses your forehead, “Good morning,
love. Happy birthday.” You blush, “Thank you, Draco.” You didn’t
want anything for your birthday, all you needed was laying right next to you on
the be. But Draco being the boyfriend he is, he got you something. He reaches
over to the bedside table where he grabs something. He moves you both into a
sitting position, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Close your
eyes,” he said. “Love, I told you not to buy me anything,” he
places his hand over your eyes and laughs. “I know you did, but I think
you’ll appreciate this.
He places something into your hands, your hands
run over the edges trying to guess what it is. It feels squarely in shape,
maybe even rectangular. He chuckles as you try to figure out what it might be.
He removes his hand and watches as your eyes drop to the picture frame in front
of you. It’s filled with pictures of you and him, one from your first date at
Hogsmeade, another from your first anniversary together and succeeding
anniversaries after that. But the last one is what really made your heart
swell.
It’s a picture of you both taken unexpectedly,
you’d never seen it before. Draco had his arms wrapped around you from behind,
him teasing you in your ear and making you both laugh. The genuine look of
happiness on your faces make your eyes well up in tears. You didn’t know
someone took a picture of that. “Draco, when did you make this? How did
you even get a picture of this?” “I have my ways love,” he says,
placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Happy birthday, again.”
“Thank you so much, I love it. I love you,” you pressed your lips
onto his in a passionate kiss.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he
kisses you on your forehead as he embraces you, pulling into his side as you
relax for a few minutes before both your stomachs started grumbling. You
chuckled, “Guess that means relaxation time is over. C'mon, let’s go get
some breakfast.” On the way to the dining hall you stopped by the girls
bathroom and brushed your teeth, hating the idea of eating anything without
brushing first. You walk hand in hand with Draco to the Slytherin table where
today’s breakfast menu appears before you.
You begin to devour your food, satisfying the
gnawing hunger inside you. While eating breakfast, the mail owls come in,
delivering today’s parcels and letters. An envelope dropped onto the table
right in front of you, addressed to you by your grandparents. You stop eating
and tear open the letter, thinking nothing of it because it’s your birthday
after all. But it’s not quite what you expect. Your hands begin trembling, and
you look at Draco with fear in your eyes.
“What’s wrong, Y/N?” But you’re too
shocked to speak, so you hesitantly hand him the letter. He takes his time
reading it, trying to process the contents of the letter. You’re too scared to
see his reaction, so you look down at your hands in your lap. You hear him get
up harshly, storming out of the dining hall and walking outside. You quickly
run after him, tears welling in your eyes. You try to keep up with his pace,
but he’s walking too fast for your legs to run.
“Draco wait! Please!” But he doesn’t
turn around no matter how much you try to stop him. “Draco please! Don’t
go, please!” You don’t know how much longer you run after him for, but
suddenly you see yourselves slipping past the trees to the forbidden forest.
“Draco please stop! Can we talk about this?!” He turns around sharply,
it’s so unexpected you nearly run into him. You catch yourself just in time,
coming face to face with him. He’s angry, and hurt. How does he think I feel
about this?
“Okay Y/N, you want to talk, let’s
talk!” Spreading his arms at his sides as he speaks. He yells at you so
harshly you flinch away as he says it, he softens a bit after that but he
stance still stands strongly. “How do you expect me to react after finding
out you’re in an arranged marriage?” His voice is scarily calm now. You try
to speak, but you’re interrupted every time by a sob. Your vision is blurry,
but you still see the hurt look on his face. “I don’t even know how to
react, Draco. I didn’t even know about this until just now! How do you expect
me to react? What do you want me to do?!”
Your voice breaks as you keep talking, you
honestly didn’t know about it until you read the letter. “You really
didn’t know?” He asks calmly now, his earlier rage subsiding. “I
didn’t, I swear. I don’t know how to process this information. My whole life
feels like a lie. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you, I love you
Draco.” You walk closer to him, but he moves backward. You stop, hurt that
he won’t let come near him. “Draco, what are you doing?” “I
can’t, Y/N. I love you so much, I really do. But this, I don’t think we can
fight this or even move past it. You mean the world to me, and I know you love
me too. I see it all the time. But if we can’t have a future together, then I
won’t put us through anymore torture.”
“What are you saying, Draco?” You know
exactly what he’s saying, but you didn’t want to let yourself believe it. You
couldn’t. You didn’t want any other life than the one you planned for with
Draco. Sure, it was a bit early to talk about your futures, but you’d both
agreed that you were it for each other. There would be no one else. Until now.
“I’m saying goodbye, Y/N. We can’t do this anymore. I’m letting you go,
but just know how much I love you. I’ll never stop loving you. And if you
happen to fall in love with your new husband, I won’t blame you. I was never
good enough for you anyway.”
He looks away sadly, but you grab his face into
your hands and kiss him so hard, pouring every ounce of emotion you had into
it. The kiss was unlike anything else, and you were sure no one else could ever
make you feel this way. You tried to deepen the kiss, but he wouldn’t let you.
This was a goodbye kiss. Draco pulled away before you could break down his
barrier and compel him to stay. Before he could leave, however, you started
rambling, “I love you so much, Draco Lucius Malfoy. I’m the one who
thought I wasn’t good enough for you, but you loved me enough to show me
otherwise. There’s no one else who could possibly make me feel the way you do.
I could never love anyone else the way I love you. You’re the one that I want,
Draco. It will always be you.”
Your voice breaks, but you try to remain strong
for your sake. A marriage that isn’t based on love, how will it ever work? Your
heart could never belong to anyone else but Draco. He runs his hand across your
cheek gently, wiping away your tears. “Please don’t be sad, this is for
the best. I promise.” He reassures, a few tears of his own escaping.
“I can’t let you go, I won’t.” You beg him to stay, your life has
never been better than when you met him and he found a permanent place in your
heart. “You have to, Y/N. I won’t hold you back from your future.” So
he turns around and walks away from you, out of the forest and back to the
castle. I don’t think I can do this without him.
A faint stream of sunlight poured through the curtains as
the sun was about to make its debut for the day. You lay on the king sized bed,
watching the stream of light grow brighter as the time passed. Eventually, you
turned to the side, trying not to move too much in case you woke Eddie from his
peaceful slumber. When you faced him, however, he was already looking in your
direction. His cheeks were flushed as he was caught staring, and a small smile
was placed on his lips.
“G’morning, handsome. Enjoying the view?” you chuckle as his
cheeks turned redder. He laughed along with you and nodded his head.
“Morning, beautiful. There’s not a prettier sight in the
world to wake up to,” he replies. It’s your turn to blush as he reaches an arm
out to pull you closer to him. Today was one of those rare days where the sun
was out and you had the entire day to yourselves. Usually it’s either one or
the other, but today you’ve been blessed with good weather and your husband at
your side.
Eddie turned to lay on his back while he positioned you
snuggled against his left side. Your left leg came up to rest on his hips and
you placed your head just above his breastbone, listening to the steady beat of
his heart. He place a hand on your knee, caressing the soft skin, while the
other ran through your soft hair. You always loved when he played with your
hair, and he loved it too since whenever he did it you’d snuggle yourself
closer to him. He placed a gentle kiss onto your head and started humming a
random tune.
It’s so relaxing, laying like that with Eddie that you
almost waste the entire day in bed. Almost. The idea of letting this beautiful
weather go to waste was a horrid idea. Sighing in content, you raise your head
to face him before asking, “What do you want to do today? It’s beautiful
outside.”
“That’s true. Have anything in particular in mind, love?” he
inquires.
“How ‘bout a trip to the city? We haven’t been in a while.
And I happen to know there’s a sale going on at a particular store today,” you
tease him. Truthfully, he likes going shopping with you. He loves when you try
on different outfits for him, and you know he can’t say no to you.
“Hmm? Is that true? Bit convenient isn’t it?” he laughs,
pressing into your sides to tickle you gently. You break out in laughter as
well and beg him to stop while trying to wriggle yourself out of his grip. Your
laughter dies down after a while and look to him again.
“So, is that a yes on
the trip or no?” you ask, raising your eyebrows in question. You decide to
tease him a bit further, knowing he won’t resist once you pull out the big
guns. Putting on your most innocent face, you say, “It’d be a shame if we can’t
go. See, Topshop’s having a sale on jeans, and I’ve been hoping to score
another pair of those Jamie jeans. You know the ones.” Oh, does he know. His
eyes darken a bit as he envisions you in them, the denim pulled tight against
your skin, showing your curves perfectly and giving him a perfect view of your
ass.
“Then what the hell are we still doing here?” he questions,
and you laugh at his sudden change in mood. He hops off the bed and grabs your
hand, leading you into the bathroom where you two share a quick shower and
brush your teeth. After Eddie changes into his clothes, he heads to the kitchen
to make some coffee while you continue get dressed, knowing you both can’t
survive without it. You meet him downstairs when you’re done getting dressed
and happily accept the coffee from him, sipping it in silence while you let the
caffeine do its work. When you’re both finished in the kitchen, he grabs your
hand in his and asks, “Should we take the tube out to the city? This is perfect
weather for a stroll.”
“I don’t know, Ed. What are the chances of you not getting
mobbed today?” He frowns at that. He loves his fans, you both do honestly. It
just gets too much to handle sometimes, especially when all you want is to
enjoy some quality time together. He knows you don’t like large crowds, and he
tries his best to protect you from it. But they’re his fans, and he can’t live
with himself if he doesn’t at least show them some gratitude for all of their
support. You see that his eyebrows are furrowed, a sign that he’s overthinking.
You gently place a hand on his cheek and say, “Hey, I was just joking, love. I
adore the fans, just as much as you do. And I love that you love them. It’s the
paparazzi I can’t handle, but it’s worth putting up with. You know I’d do
anything for you.”
“I know, and I love you for that. S’just, for once I’d like
to spend a day with my wife doing normal things, like a normal couple would,”
he scratches the back of his head and looks at you sheepishly. You heart
swells, you know he’d do anything to change the current circumstances but some
things you’d just have to accept.
“This is normal for us, Ed. Besides, if it means spending
the rest of my life with you, then I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You pull
him in for a quick kiss, putting all your emotions into it so that he can feel
the truth behind your words, the dedication that you have for him. You’re the
first to pull away, and he rests his forehead against yours while he strokes
your cheek gently.
“What have I done do to deserve you?” he asks.
“You bought me a drink at a bar when I couldn’t get the
bartender’s attention. That pretty much sealed the deal for me,” you laugh, and
he soon joins in as he takes your hand in his and head outside to begin the
journey towards the station. You both tried to keep a low profile, but you were
sure some people had recognised you by now and tweeted out pictures. If they
did, however, they didn’t show it. Somehow you both managed to make it onto the
tube without anyone recognising you and asking Eddie for pictures and
autographs. You took a seat, while he opted to stand facing you to make sure
you’re okay.
As the train pulled out of the station, Eddie stumbled a bit
and bumped into the person standing next to him. The woman, looking to be in
her early 20s, turned around while he politely apologised to her.
“I’m terribly sorry, ma’am. I have horrible balance on these
things,” he says with a laugh.
“Oh that’s quite alr-,” she barely finished her sentence
when she shrieked in surprise. “Y-y-you’re Eddie R-redmayne!” she stutters, but
still manages to say it loud enough for the entire car to hear her. Eddie
blushes and turns to you in embarrassment, but you look back with
understanding. It gives him enough courage to face the girl and slip into his
smooth routine for fans.
“S’what it says on my birth paper, yeah,” and just like
that, his confidence has boosted. You hear them exchange polite conversation
before she pulls out her phone and asks for a picture. He turns to you, but
you’re already out of your seat, happy to take the picture for them. When the
fan, whose name you learned was Aliyah, sees you, she exclaims in delight,
“Y/N! I didn’t even see you there! Oh my gosh you two are absolute relationship
goals!”
You thank her and take the picture, and before long fans of
all ages had lined up hoping to have Eddie take a picture with them or sign
something. You loved seeing him interact with the fans. It makes you happy to
know that he never takes anything for granted, and he’s preached it you dozens
of times that the fans are extremely important to him. He wants to give back to
them in any way he can, and for now, this is the best way he knows how. One by
one fans come and go, until you’ve reach the London station and it’s time for
you to leave. Some fans groan in disappointment, not having had the opportunity
to meet Eddie personally. It breaks your heart a bit to see the looks on their
faces, you can’t imagine how he feels leaving them behind.
As you exit the station, more fans greet you on the street,
but it’s more of a polite recognition between friends, than a fan pressuring
him into taking pictures and throwing tantrums when he won’t. Believe me,
you’ve encountered some of those before. These fans make sure to also include
you, some even saying how much they envy your relationship and how they wished
they had one like yours, and others commenting on your outfit or how pretty you
looked today. If it’s one thing Eddie loves even more than you or his fans,
it’s that you both get along. His two loves coming together is more than enough
for him to have a permanent smile stretched across his face.
When you’ve said hello to all the fans and resume your
journey to Topshop, you notice how much happier Eddie looks. He wraps his arm
around your waist, keeping you close to him.
“I love it when you get along with the fans. Makes this all
even more special for me, y’know? I know I always say I want a normal life with
you, but I love this one. And I love you. So much.”
“Oh Ed, I love you too,” you don’t know what else to say, so
you slow yourselves down a bit into a stroll and kiss him. The press will have
a field day with all of this PDA, but you couldn’t care less. Right now, the
only thing you cared about was standing here with his arms around you. Yeah,
you loved this life too.
A/N: Hello my lovelies! I haven’t written and posted anything in ages and I felt terrible. Last night, however, I got inspiration to start writing again. So I did. Hope you enjoy.
Pairing: Eddie Redmayne x Reader
Summary: Reader wakes up because she heard a noise, when she sees what it is she takes action immediately.
Strong yet gentle arms
wrap around your waist from behind, and a full head of copper hair appears next
to you. Eddie places a gentle kiss on your cheek and sighs, turning to face the
beautiful sunset in front of you. No words needed to be said. It’s peaceful,
and quiet, and you could stand there in his arms every single day if you could.
But you couldn’t, so standing here, in your dreams with the man himself, you
savour every moment as though it’s your last. A distant sound reaches your
ears, and you turn to face Eddie to ask him what’s happening. Except he’s gone,
and everything around you slowly fades as you gain consciousness against your
will.
Your eyes reluctantly flutter open, blinking a few times so
they could adjust to the faint lighting in the room. You immediately turn to
Eddie’s side of the bed to ask what that noise was, but just like in your
dream, he’s gone. Confused, you sit up, eyes searching the expanse of the room
for any sign of your fiancé. Eventually your eyes land on the adjoining bathroom,
and you hear the noise that woke you up. It’s
Eddie. You throw the covers off and run the short distance to the bathroom.
Opening the door, you see him on the floor, hunched over the toilet as he
spills the contents of his stomach.
You immediately rush to his side, running a hand down his
back in an attempt to soothe him a bit. His shirt is wet because he’s broken
out in a cold sweat. When he finally stops he turns to you, breathing heavily
after throwing up for the umpteenth time that night. You reach out to him,
heart aching at the sight of him looking so dishevelled and on the verge of
tears.
“Shh, c’mhere love. It’s okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
You hope that your words ease some of his pain. He rests his head in the crook
of your neck, and that’s when you feel that his skin is burning up. He mutters
something against your neck, and you turn to him to ask what he said when he
hunches over the toilet again, dry heaving because there’s nothing left to come
up. He settles himself on the floor, resting his forehead against the cool
porcelain of the toilet. If possible, he looks worse.
“How long have you been in here like this, Eddie?” you
inquire. If he’s only gotten worse since you found him, this isn’t normal.
“Been in here for almost an hour. Every time I think I’m
okay, I feel like something punches me in the stomach on purpose.” He chuckles
dryly. You know he’s trying to lighten the mood, and you admire him for it. But
you’re worried like crazy.
“An hour’s a really long time, Ed. Why didn’t you wake me?”
You expect his reply as soon as you ask him why.
“Didn’t want to bother you. S’not that bad.” But it was.
Eddie’s face was paler than usual, sweat pooling on his forehead yet he’s
shivering against the cold tiles on the bathroom floor. You can’t take it
anymore. You get off the ground, holding a hand out to him. He hesitates a bit
before he allows you to gently hoist him up from the floor.
“What are you doing, love?” You lead him to the bedroom
where you begin to change clothes, and help him slip into something a bit more
suitable for the public eye. You knew that regardless of whatever time it was,
there’d be paparazzi mulling about, waiting to capture something and sell it to
the media. You’d rather not have to deal with them at this ungodly hour, and
hopefully you won’t have to.
“I’m taking you to the hospital, Ed. You don’t look so good
and this isn’t a normal stomach flu that’s gonna go away on it’s on. I don’t
like seeing you like this, nor do I like sitting here feeling helpless.”
You reach into the nightstand drawer and grab your car keys,
wallet and phone. Eddie watches you silently, he knows you’re doing this
because you care and his heart swells with love no matter how crappy he’s
feeling. When you reach back to his side, he smiles a bit, causing you to smile
too before remembering the hospital.
“Let’s go.” You help him off the bed and wrap an arm around
him to keep him steady as you walk to the garage and help him settle into the
passenger seat of your car. It’s quite early in the morning, so you don’t
expect any traffic. It’s smooth sailing on the way to the hospital. You hadn’t
run into any paparazzi yet, and you were hoping it stayed that way until you at
least got Eddie safely inside. He hasn’t spoken a word since you left, which
worried you a bit more because he usually makes small talk. You drove to the
back emergency entrance of the hospital, just to be safe, and as soon as you
parked you got out of the car and went over to his side to help him out.
“Jeez, Ed, you’re hot.” His skin felt like fire, even hotter
than it was before.
“Why thank you, love.” He winked at you, even in his state
he’s still making jokes. You laugh at that, and slowly lead him inside to the
front desk where you’re immediately offered help by a young woman you assumed
to be a nurse. You fill out the forms as she leads Eddie to a room to start
running tests and determine what’s wrong. Silently, you pray that he’s okay.
It’s nothing too serious, but still, you worry any time something’s wrong. What
felt like hours, but was only about 30 minutes, passed when the nurse came over
and told you that you could see your fiancé.
Knocking on the door a couple times, you waited until a
voice welcomed you in before entering. Eddie’s changed into a hospital gown
with an IV in his arm, while a doctor checks something on a clipboard. When the
doctor spots you, he puts the clipboard down and explains that Eddie has food
poisoning.
“You brought him in at just the right time. His body was
gradually getting weaker and, he was this close to slipping into
unconsciousness,” the doctor explains. Luckily it didn’t come to that, you
don’t know what you would’ve done if that happened. You thanked the doctor for his
help, and after murmuring something to Eddie that you couldn’t hear, he left
the room leaving you two in private.
“What was that?” you ask. Curiosity got the better of you.
You hoped he’d spill the details of his conversation with the doctor, but you
were disappointed since he kept his lips sealed. Deciding to drop the topic, you
sit on the edge of his bed and take his hand into yours. Intertwining your
fingers, Eddie give you a reassuring squeeze.
“I’m fine, love. I promise,” he says.
“I know, but what if we waited just a moment longer and you
passed out?”
He sees the worry on your face, and beckons you closer to
him. Eventually you settled in right next to him, lying on the bed. The
proximity allows you to feel how warm he is, though it’s not a bad as it was
before. It’s comfortable laying like this, and you rest your head on his
shoulder while he kisses your forehead.
“Nothing would’ve happened to me,” he says while speaking
into your hair.
“How do you know?” you reply.
“Because my fiancée would never allow it. In case you don’t
know, she’s a bit of a worry wort. Even a simple sneeze would set her off.” And
now you’re both laughing, slipping back into the ease of things while the
worries of before melt away. He’s okay. Your Eddie is okay, and that was all
you could ask for. As you both settle down, the time catches up to you and you
both realise just how tired you are. You offer to get off the bed to let him
get more comfortable, but his grip on you tightened as he refused to let you
go. You let him have his way, snuggling closer to him while trying not to hurt
him or hook onto any of the tubes he’s connected to. You both soon find comfort
in each other, and you’re close to falling asleep when he mutters something you
don’t quite make out.
“Hmm?” you ask, too tired to even form words.
Chuckling, he says, “You know what the doctor told me? He
said I’m a lucky man because I found myself an angel like you. I’m paraphrasing
of course, he didn’t say angel exactly, but that’s what you are to me. An
angel. My angel.”
You blush, your cheeks burning up and you’re thankful he
can’t see you. Even after all these years, Eddie still manages to give you
butterflies.
“I love you, (Y/N). More than anything else in this world.
I’d be nothing without you.” He kisses your forehead again, before pressing his
cheek against it while he finally lets the sleep take over. Just before he goes
under, he hears your soft voice fill his ears.
