Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not make any profit from this story.
A/N [9/1: I gave you guys crap last time. Hope this'll do for it. I've edited the chapter to make it longer and more discriptive. xo aspiraetions
Warnings: Slash, AU. (Will add more for later chapters)
"Come on, love run with me,
Get the hell out of this town;
So we can get a better feel for each other.
I'll take you, back to, when you
Remembered how you used to;
Just live your life a little for me.
Take the time to let it go,
Step away and watch me grow."
I always hated my family. Not that they were abusive or anything..., I just hated them. All they did was question me, and pretend to like me, and acted polite.
I know that they all thought I was a "faggot" behind my back.
Speaking of "faggot", I hate this town. Everyone is too close-minded, and there's always a wrong and right.
I am gay, however. And I'm in love with my best friend, who's straight as a stick. Unfortanately I know I have no chance. Why would Harry Potter, the most charismatic, handsome, friendly, hot, sexy---
Why would he want me, Ron Weasley?
There's nothing special about me. I have red hair, that's about it. I wouldn't stand out in a crowd, unlike Harry.
Why did I have to fall in love with my best friend?
Harry…I want you so much.
But I know you'll always be out of my grasp.
xxx
"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE FUCKING NORMAL, RONALD?!" his dad screamed, as Ron ran to his room; tears flowed down his face
"WHY THE FUCK CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?! I FUCKING HATE YOU!" His eyes teared even more at this. He bit his lip down hard to try to conceal the tears. He hated arguing. He ran to his room and slammed the door, fumbling to turn the lock behind him.
"You were always supposed to be a girl. Instead, we got a faggot." His words were cold and heartless, and stung like a dagger through Ron's heart.
Ron couldn't stand it anymore. The tears that were trying to be hidden, inevitably came out. Tears streaked down Ron's face, shining in the pale moonlight. His eyes reflected the night sky, but it wasn't inspirational.
It was raw, emotional pain, coming from deep within Ron's teenage soul.
He glimpsed around the room, looking for an escape from this pain.
Hesaw something shine in the moonlight.
It was a pair of scissors.
He read about the "emo kids" doing it because it helped them deal with pain.
He never did it before, but he knew it would help.
Ron wanted to feel the physical pain, to get the emotional stress out of his head.
He needed a way out.
He grabbed the scissors.
He slid the blade on his thigh, rapidly and fiercely. He had no time to go slowly and deeper, he needed pain and he needed it now. Small droplets of blood ushered out of the slashes, soon dripping on his fingertips.
A drop of blood fell from the scissors as his mind went through scattered, painful thoughts.
I could've been better off in the streets. I would be better off dead. I wouldn't bother anybody, nobody would really care. I can't have the one I want, I live with this horrible family in this fucking town and I need to get out, I need to find a way out, I'm going crazy. Ron's thoughts were scattered into thoughts of hate, self-hatred, and suicide.
His eyes wandered the room, looking for help.
A picture, hanging discreetly on his wall, suddenly caught his attention.
It was a picture where everything looked like it was okay. Harry was smiling, Ron was smiling.
Realization: Ron's only safe haven was with Harry. He wanted to leave. Not JUST his room, nor his family, his town. He wanted to run away, far, far away, where no one knew him, no one would judge him, and he would forget everything.
A quiet life.
Where he would be accepted as a PERSON, wholly and completely.
He would LOVE to just forget everything about his life right now.
Everything…except Harry. He never wanted to forget Harry.
No matter how painful it was to love him, and yet, see him everyday, he never wanted to forget. He had been there for him, through rough times, through hard times. In fact, they had both been there for each other.
They made a promise, to be friends forever. To have each other's back, and to be the shoulder they can cry on.
And that's why Ron loved him. Even if it was a one-sided relationship, it was still a relationship, and since that's all he treasured, it was all he wanted.
xxx
Harry was the breath that kept me alive.
I've always wanted to get out of this town with him. To escape with him.
His life is great, he doesn't need me. I'm just his sidekick, basically.
I had a dream once, a dream that we were together. It was great.
We went on a date, and had our first kiss. Every moment I could, I spent holding his hand.
But then, I woke up.
I would've spent everything I had, just to hold on to that dream, and make it a reality.
I miss him already.
He made a promise to be my best friend and support me no matter what.
He better keep that promise.
Tomorrow, when I see him, I'll be straight and to the point.
I need him to come with me.
Maybe then I can tell him how I feel.
xxx
a/n I hope you all liked the second edit.
Second chapter is on the way.
xo aspiraetions
