Prologue
My throat closed up after he uttered those words. There was no going back now. He couldn't take back that phrase.
I wasn't sure whether I wanted to know what he told me. Of course I knew already; he wasn't the most subtle of people and how could I miss Albus' constant reminders? But at least he hadn't told me back then; I could have pretended to be oblivious, not now though.
How did I feel about this? Well, I wasn't quite sure. Yeah, I may have kind of felt the same, but that didn't mean I wanted to do anything about it. What would my father say? I'm sure half my friends would cheer. They'd complained about the sexual tension since they knew what sexual tension was, especially Albus and Suzie. What would his family say? More importantly was I ready for anything to happen? Was I ready to stop messing around with guys I didn't have real feelings for?
Yeah, so I liked him. But there was just so much more to it. Could I look past it all?
It was pretty much written for us since before we met though. When my dad told me to stay away at the train station he set the ball rolling. Everyone knows that telling me not to do something just made me want to do it even more. I was amazing that I hadn't managed to do anything about it for six years. I was actually quite oblivious. He'd said he'd known since first year. It took me six years to realise. To be fair though, I was more focussed on my next prank most of the time, apart from when I was fucking around with some random guy who'd paid me enough attention that week. I'll admit I did have some slutty tendencies, but why not have fun whilst I still can?
Everyone thought that of all the Golden Trios' children, it would be James to be the biggest trouble maker. They were so wrong. But I wasn't in the trouble I was used to. I didn't like emotional trouble. I didn't want to be conflicted. I wanted to take control of the situation. But could I tell him that I felt the same? Sure I was in Gryffindor and most of the time I was pretty fearless but this wasn't one of those times.
I could just tell him to shove it. I would regret that though and I wasn't completely heartless, despite popular belief.
There was only one way for me to tackle it really: head on. I would have to tell him how I felt, but I needed clarification first. He may have said something completely different and by confessing I could make a complete ass of myself.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" I managed to say. I was surprised that I hadn't stuttered.
"I love you Rose Weasley." He said, clear as day. I didn't have hearing problems; he definitely said he loved me. It was time to say fuck it and throw all my worries out the window.
I launched myself at him.
AN: I'm aware I already posted this, but I deleted it and I've changed the plot a bit so it's revamped and I think it's going to be better because I actually know what I'm doing this time. R&R