It shouldn't of been this way
Percy hung his head, tried to hide the tears in his eyes because he wanted one final moment of strength. The knight bus was coming for him but nothing could sway the fact that his heart was breaking. Oliver sighed beside him, wrapped an arm around the shaking redhead in an attempt to comfort him and Percy couldn't hold back anymore. He sobbed against the taller boy's shoulder, hung tightly to the worn hoodie that Oliver always wore and just sobbed.
He didn't want this to end, couldn't see why it should. Oliver fed him lies and excuses. 'Your job means we won't see eachother more than one night a week, maybe two if we're lucky' and 'I'll be away for too long with quidditch' Percy wasn't sure what Oliver was really trying to say. But the scot seemed adamant on parting, insisted it would never work and made sure that Percy's heart was torn in two.
The bus arrived far too soon and Oliver tried to pull away, murmuring it's arrival in Percy's ear. The red head whined, sobbed and howled. This wasn't his choice, not his will, not what he wanted. He knew it could work. He clung to Oliver as the taller man pulled away and forced himself forwards. "I love you" He said it loud and clear, let it hang in the air, tense and obvious because surely two and ahalf years had meant something. He kissed the Scot on the cheek, had hoped for his lips but the other pulled away. "Cya" Oliver kept on walking, didn't look back as the young conducter stepped off the bus and stared at him. "Come on, kid. Get on" He smiled, attempted to look understanding as he helped the 19 year old onto the bus. Percy turned but Oliver was already at the corner, and in an instant he was gone, the bus already speeding off down the streets of london.
It wasn't supposed to end like this. They were meant to have grown to be old men. Percy the minister of Magic, sucessful and powerful, Oliver a quidditch star, retiring top of his prime and with an amazing record. Oliver had always said forever, always told him he wanted to stay together because he didn't want to be one of those depressed quidditch players in the centre of attention with noone who really loved them, just fans who wanted to get into his bed and make some money out of the story. Percy whimpered as he found a pair of unfamiliar hands pushing him into a bed and pulling the sheets over him. This wasn't how things were supposed to end at all.
Author's Notes: Erm for those of you who have read timebomb you know what happened with Percy and Oliver. This is basically the same idea but again it's based on real events. A lot of you wished me good luck after timebomb and I'd like to say thanks, even though it obviously didn't have a happy ending
Two weeks and my heart still feels shattered.