0. . .oO•.o. A Bend in the Road .o.•Oo. . .0

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0. . .oO•.o. A Bend in the Road .o.•Oo. . .0

CHAPTER 2

Teddy was woken unceremoniously from his restless slumber sometime around 3 o'clock by a loud banging on his apartment door. The rapid escape of dream, leaving him in rumpled waves. He sighed and crumpled under the blanket, willing, if Merlin loved him, to make the goddamn person go away and let him wallow in his own self-loathing.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

No such luck then.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Apparently he was hated by him instead, and his bloody door, by the sounds of it. He wanted rid of the tacky red wooden door that granted his protection.

Teddy stood up shakily, grabbing hold of his old broken dresser as his sleep weary mind took a tunnel dive towards the ground. He was dressed in what he slept in, a fitted t-shirt and boxer shorts. He stumbled ever so slightly towards the door, pausing for a moment; to see if whoever is was were still there.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Unfortunately, they still were.

After a few clumsy attempts Teddy managed to put the key in the old brass lock of his 1960s apartment, the large thick key making a loud creaking noise as it turned.

The door jammed like it always done causing Teddy to curse under his breath; ramming it with his shoulder a couple times, it swung open, revealing a very angry and very drenched Albus Severus Potter.

"Alright, Teddy?" Albus asked, running a hand through his sodden hair, a habit passed through generations.

"Albus?" Teddy blinked, "What the fuck do you want at..." He checked his watch, "Quarter past three?!" He exclaimed, unconsciously straightening his hair and smoothing his crumpled t-shirt.

Albus looked at him beneath his thick dark eyelashes sheepishly, "I had another fight with my parents." Teddy sighed, of course he did. The kid was more trouble than Fred and James put together and multiplied by ten.

"C'mon in, then. Fuck, you are soaking. Want to have a shower?" He asked, ushering the shivering nineteen year old into his creaky apartment, thanking Merlin that he'd had a chance to run around with the Hoover yesterday.

"Do you mind?" Albus asked, apologetically.

Teddy smiled genuinely; he truly adored the small git even though he was a handful, "Not at all. Go on through there and I'll throw in clothes and a towel in a minute. You can crash on the sofa." He said, shoving the smaller boy in the direction of the bathroom. Albus grinned in thanks and headed off in search of the bathroom.

Teddy walked over to where he kept a stack of towels in a heap in the corner of the tiny kitchen he owned. He headed into his bedroom and grabbed boxers and a t-shirt similar to the ones he was wearing before heading into the steam-fogged bathroom, seeing Albus' figure through the reflection in the mirror. "Hmmm, that's nice-" Teddy, thought. Wait, what?! No, Victoire. He had his lovely smart girlfriend who he adored. But, then again, Albus…

No...Victoire.

He threw the clean clothes and bath towel on the bathroom floor, away from the general direction of the shower.

He looked at the fogged glass to see two mischievous emerald eyes peaking out at him.

Teddy squeaked back, clutching his heart and acting a bit of a fool to be honest.

"Alright mate?" Albus asked amused, blatantly looking him up and down, making it obvious exactly what he was doing.

"Er-yes! I'm er-I'm fine. Perfect really! I'm just going to go-back to bed, that's it. You know where the blankets are. Er-bye!" Teddy chirped, sounding much brighter than one should be at this chosen time. Albus smirked and Teddy visibly shuddered. Why was that smirk so completely sexy? Teddy strode out of the bathroom, well; it was more of a stumble. Nevertheless, he made it out, in the end that's what really mattered. However, he couldn't get the thoughts of that wonderful smirk, those green orbs behind the steamed fog of the window, his crazy black hair slicked back by a mixture of sweat and water.

He had a girlfriend. A beautiful blonde, blue-eyed girlfriend, who was smart. Also vain and snarky. And caring. And bitchy. And loving. She kicked a puppy once.

Victoire wasn't Albus. She doesn't have his pale flawless face except for that one freckle located on the top of her clearly defined cheekbones. His careless and tough exterior, even though on the inside he was as soft as marshmallow. He wasn't stupid, he was smart. He had to be or else he wouldn't have gotten into healer training. He wasn't vain, preparing to hide under hoodies. His hair was an untameable black mess, as if he constantly ran his fingers through it. He wasn't intimidating; he tried to be, but everyone loved him too much.

Like Teddy. Maybe Teddy loved him too much.

Maybe he didn't love Victoire that much.

Teddy peered down at his wrists, manipulating the skin into the puckered scars his real body owned, instead of the smooth unmarked skin he usually had. The thin pink strips stood out more than they usually did, probably because of the session after his grandmother's funeral last month. The self-inflicted wound having not healed yet.

Teddy sighed and collapsed in to his bed, maybe another night. Right now, he was tired and he couldn't risk Albus catching him.

Yes, maybe another night.


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