He was the One

by wild-in-spirit

When he was growing up, he was the odd one out. When she was growing up, she saw he needed someone. They grew apart. Then she sees he is in need she forgets thier petty fight and comforts him, it all goes on from there. percy/oc

You were the one.

We went our separate ways and became lost in this world of lies and deceit; started drowning in the words of fools surrounding us. How could we fall pray to the whispers in crowded rooms by the conniving, back stabbing so called friends that we accepted into our circle? They didn't see us for who we were; only we could do that. We had confided in each other when the world turned its back to us. Maybe it was my fault we lost contact, or maybe it was yours; I can never remember the exact facts of how we came to be rivals. I may not remember that but I do remember when we met again; it was at your brothers funeral and seeing you there; with tears in your eyes, trying to be strong for your mother but really needing someone to be strong for you, I knew you still needed a friend even if you wouldn't admit it. I walked straight over to your side and took hold of your hand, telling you I was there. You looked down into my eyes and yours widened with surprise.

"I didn't think you'd come Danny."

"Fred was like a brother to me Percy and I loved him like one. I'm not going to let him down just because we had a disagreement."

"Thanks."

And that was the end of that. Each accepting the other back into their life. The look on your families faces when they saw you fall apart in my arms; I don't think they could believe what they were seeing. The girl who had been like a daughter to them, fought along side them, swore to never speak to you again was hugging you as if you were all that mattered but what shocked them the most was you, the one who showed little emotion towards them was crying like the world had ended over his lost brother.

Arthur was holding you're as she cried after the funeral, everyone seemed just that little bit more lost than what they were before his death but you were the worst next to George. You had let go of me to go over to George; he had gone over to a far corner to be alone, but you knew that was the worst thing he could do. He glared at you to begin with but when he saw your face he knew it was the wrong thing to do. You both held each other for nearly the rest of the day, they finally saw the part of you that you hid but the side I saw everyday that I spent with you, the side I was best friends with, and most of all the side that I loved.