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The next morning, both males had woken up with the other one on their minds. Harry was anxious and excited for the night, hoping that he would finally get Charlie; he just couldn't believe that he had been imagining all the glances between them and the way Charlie blushed when he said something flirty. Charlie, on the other hand, was confused about this sudden revelation and had no idea what he would do if Harry tried to make a pass at him. Not that he could manage to deny that the thought of this intrigued him, but he was just not sure if he was ready to accept what this all meant.
Perhaps he should just let things happen, he thought. It was true that Harry was the most amazing wizard who ever lived; turning gay to be with him did not seem like the end of the world. The title of savour of the world is what first made him recognize the male, but it was far from all he saw in him. Harry was kind-hearted, devoted and loving, and Charlie realized that Harry would be the perfect lover. Harry was optimistic, and surprising, and always managed to say something perfectly cute and unexpected.
Just like that, Charlie realized he was crushing on Harry. How did he never realize this before? They spent every day together discussing everything and nothing, and Charlie spent more time with Harry that he did at his own house. Nothing seemed real until he could discuss it all with Harry. If his job was going well, Harry would hang on his every word, and if things didn't, Harry never pushed to be told anything, just waited until Charlie got everything he was building up through the day in the open. Now that all this was revealing itself to Charlie, he noticed that the sexual tension had also always been there, he had just been denying it.
I am gay. The words hit him like a brick. Perhaps he was just Harry-sexual? Could that be? The thought of this made him laugh. He couldn't see Harry tonight; he needed to work things out before he spent any more time around him. He owled Harry with a vague excuse saying he did not feel up for it, and Harry had to have fun without him. He knew that if he saw Harry he would fold under the pressure of those green puppy dog eyes. He didn't think if Harry worked out the effect those eyes had on him, he would ever be able to say no to anything Harry asked of him.
Harry was not going to let this happen. He had been waiting so long for this. Charlie was coming along to the Bachelor's whether he liked it or not. So without considering that Charlie actually had a good reason for this random cancelation, he went straight to Charlie's apartment building. He rang the doorbell at Charlie's flat, waiting patiently for him to answer the door.
"Oh shit." Charlie muttered, he couldn't see Harry now. He knew that it was the brunet at the door, there was no doubt about it. He couldn't imagine how he did not think of this possibility when he sent Harry the owl saying that he couldn't make it, especially after a month of spending all his time at his place.
"Charlie, come on, don't be immature, just let me in." Harry said at the door, the brunet could not understand why Charlie refused to open the door for him, and he was getting annoyed at waiting outside on the landing. Charlie couldn't stand it anymore; he had to open the door. Harry knew he was there, and he could almost see the brunet pouting in irritation outside the door.
Harry was cute even when he was furious, Charlie thought as he walked over to open the door, that could be why Draco had always enjoying getting him all worked up at school. The thought of Harry being worked up, lead to quiet a different train of thought that had another part of Charlie's anatomy, well, up. While he was unlocking the door he thought of his failsafe way to get rid of a hard- on, not that he needed it very often, which consisted of Albus Dumbledore wearing a corset, and instantly he was relieved of his problem.
"Harry, I haven't had the best day. I really don't feel like going out with the self-righteous ass." Charlie lied, trying his best to seem convincing to the brunet. "Please, Charlie, you know I have to go, Draco will never let me forget it if I don't." Harry said, turning those green eyes on him.
Charlie couldn't help it; he folded like a deck of cards. "Okay fine, Harry." Harry seemed surprised that Charlie had agreed that quickly. He could see that Charlie did not look forward to that night. Perhaps he was worried what the ladies would think? He was after all a straight guy accompanying a famous gay one to a strip club.
"Is it because I am gay?" Harry asked and Charlie could see his face fall at the realization. "Harry you know I don't care about that." Charlie insisted, feeling guilty at his own reluctance to admit that he was in love with the other male. "I know," Harry insisted, "but there are others that might think you are gay, you know, arriving with me." Harry had a frown on his face, and Charlie almost forgot about making sure of anything, he just wanted to kiss that frown of Harry's face.
Harry was feeling sorry for himself, so he didn't notice that Charlie was looking at him differently. Charlie had been staring dreamily at the brunet since he had walked in the door. Charlie was overwhelmed by all the emotions coming to him all at once. Now that he finally realized what had happened, it was almost like he was seeing Harry again for the very first time. He loved him, he cared so much about him, and he did not want to hurt him. He needed to be positive of his feelings so that they did not get ahead of themselves and someone ended up getting hurt in the process.
Harry looked amazing. He was dressed in tight black skinny jeans that were perfectly fitted to his legs, his shirt was a large black V-neck t-shirt, and it showed just a hint of his chest hair. His shoes were sneakers, and Charlie couldn't think but how beautiful he looked. "You look good." Charlie blurted without thinking.
Harry was shocked. "Thank you. I thought I would wear this to the party. I just needed to come over and convince you not to abandon me tonight." Harry said with an adorable smile. "Harry I have no idea what to wear. You need to help me." Charlie said before he could consider what a bad idea having Harry in his bedroom would be. "Sure," Harry said with an unnamed emotion on his face, "would be fun dressing you up a bit."
Without another word, Harry stood up from the couch and went into Charlie's bedroom. "Sit, sit." Harry insisted when he saw Charlie peering in through the door. Charlie walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge of it, seeing the brunet working his way through his clothes.