Crazy Stupid Love
Chapter Seven : Persistent Conscious
Honestly, walking down the corridors in the middle of the night your first day back at school is a lot like the walk of shame. You really don't want to be seen by anyone, and when there happens to be a prefect up threatening to deduct points for being out of bed, they just walk on when they see the tears.
It's great, really… a freaking ball.
The highlight of my night though, out of everything… was definitely meeting up with James Tomlinson. I mean, a sexy-ass seventh year walks down the corridor and there's no where you can go. So… what do you do?
I figured I did the only logical thing I could do.
I turned and started walking in the other direction.
Walking was understating it.
I fucking booked it.
I mean I was gone.
… didn't work.
"Tyler… hey! Tyler!" his voice called out as I stopped and sighed. Taking the sleeves of my robe and wiping my eyes. Pulling my hair up into a high pony tail on my head, I took a deep breath and turned to him with a smile. I looked like Frankenstein's bride… better yet, something Frankenstein's Bride threw up in the morning while pregnant with Franken-Baby.
James was famous among the Hogwarts female population. He was funny, and smart, and handsome… and completely and utterly drool worthy. He had more charm then Jude Law on steroids, and the prettiest eyes in seventh year. I just didn't want to talk to anyone right now. Not that James Tomlinson was just anyone… but the feeling was still the same. "Uhh, hey James. I was just going back to my room, don't worry… I won't be out here long. You don't have to worry about taking points, I think Ravenclaw threatened to take away enough for the entire year." I found myself sighing as he fell into step beside me, shrugging his shoulders as he pushed his hair out of his eyes.
"I'll walk you to your room." he smiled as I found myself inwardly laughing. Wow… what are the odds you'd capture the attention of two boys in one night?
There are no odds.
This is just one shitty ass night.
Or one really lucky one, depending on how you look at it.
No… I think shitty is more like it.
"Oh, no it's fine. Really, you don't have too. I can walk myself to the common room if you have rounds to do." I found myself replying. Half my mind was screaming 'you dipshit if he wants to walk with you then let him!' and the other half was screaming 'you know how this ends, don't get mixed up in this shit'. What was I supposed to say though?
I watched him as he nervously scratched the back of his head and chuckled slightly, a small blush rising to his cheeks as he looked around and smiled sheepishly. "I, uhh… I actually finished my round a while ago, but I heard you never came back to the common room so I went looking for you. I wanted to make sure you were okay." he smiled while I inwardly melted. To be perfectly honest, I was conflicted.
I felt like a whore.
Here I was, making out with Fred and practically professing my love to him in my head.
WAIT.
Where the hell did this love come from.
Ha… no, no, no, no…
If there was anything even close to feelings between Fred and I, it was hate… and that made for passionate, great making-out sessions. And that was it. If I had to confess anything, perhaps I was in lust with Fred… I mean just one look and Jesus, your stuck on a whole other playing field with all your thoughts and emotions. I mean I know girls in our year that broke up with boyfriends because they couldn't get Fred Weasley off their minds.
And now, now I was blushing at the fact that Gryffindor's seventh year sex god was blushing in embarrassment, and walking me to the common room.
What was I supposed to do?
I'm not even old enough for this shit!
"Tyler?" James' voice pulled me from my thoughts as I turned to him. I could feel my shell-shocked expression when he grabbed my hand and pulled me to a stop. His blazing-freaking-eyes staring right through to my soul.
Suddenly, I envisioned Fred standing in front of me. Holding my arms, hot breath rolling over my skin as he dipped down and kissed me.
God… he needs to go fall off a building. If this is what I see every time I stare at someone I am seriously gonna lose my shit.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked as I took a deep breath and nodded, entrapped by his eyes as he stared at me.
Merlin I was a whore.
First Fred, now James.
Someone just needs to shoot me.
"I'm fine, really. It's just been a shitty couple of weeks, you know with Andrew, then Mallory and that bomb in the Great Hall… I think maybe I just need to sleep it off." I found myself sighing as he nodded. "Yeah, right… and- I… I'm really sorry about your brother Ty. I mean I know you probably don't want to hear it… but I am." he offered and for once… I found that I actually appreciated his concern. I liked that he sympathized for me. It didn't feel like pity… but, I don't know… it felt like it cared, like he was sorry someone died. Not just sorry it was someone I was closed too. "And… I know you're going through a rough patch with your roommates, and because I am a prefect, I might be able to pulls some strings."
"What are you saying?"
"Look… uhh, I mean dorm changes don't really happen often. But I know Alicia, Katie, and Angelina have an extra bed in their room. I can arrange a switch if you'd like." he offered, running a hand through his hair as he smiled nervously at me. It was cute, that little habit. Nervously running his hand through his hair… I could get used to that.
Shut up Tyler… get a grip.
"Are you serious?" I found myself asking as he nodded and smiled.
Wow… who knew?
"I owe you big time James, I mean… that would be amazing. Fantastic, actually… thank you so much."
"Really, it's not a big deal Tyler. I mean if it makes it easier for you…"
"Yeah, I mean yes… it really would. That's amazing. I really can't thank you enough."
"Just score me a couple of points in the next Quidditch match and we'll call it even." he smiled and I felt the blush rise in my cheeks. All too soon, we were already at the door of the Gryffindor common room. I loved being with James already, he was funny, and he had a good sense of humor… surprisingly he kept up easily with me when I poked fun at him and my little jokes. It was immensely attractive on him in my books… but as much as I loved the attention… I hated that the image of Fred kept poking holes in my resolve.
I didn't want to think of Fred. This was just some big game to him. How was I supposed to react? Be happy he kissed me? That we had a hot, passionate makeout session in the kitchens? That'd I'd lived practically every Hogwart's girl's wet fantasy, and I pushed him away when he went looking for more?
I wanted to scream, and yell, and cry, and hit, and punch and beat the living fucking shit out of him. I wanted to hate him, and kiss him again all at the same time. It was agony. It was driving me fucking nuts.
Like I could feel my teeth grinding at the thought of him.
"Tyler?"
"Huh? Shit, sorry James… I'm just uh… thinking?" I offered as he laughed and nodded looking around as I shivered in the cold halls.
What?
The castle was cold as fuck right now.
Don't judge me.
I wasn't thinking of Fred again.
Or his lips.
Or his eyes.
Or his rough, and warm calloused hands.
Fuck me.
"Shit, you're cold. I'm so sorry Tyler. I can be kind of an asshole sometimes…" James sighed quickly as I shook my head, it wasn't his fault. I couldn't even think strait. I should have grabbed another jumper when I left.
Next thing I know, a warm robe's being placed over my shoulders… and my blush returned.
God damn boys.
It smelled like him.
Like… god it was heaven.
It was colonge, and fresh air, and everything good about every day. It make goose bumps rise on my skin, and I just wanted to sink into his robes and never surface again. It felt safe, and warm… and I fucking loved it. I could get used to this. To being taken care of. And as terrible as it sounds, if I only lived another day, I'd probably be happy to spend it wearing James's robe smelling it all day, it was that fucking delicious.
And kissing Fred Weasley.
Fuck you inner self… you dirty whore.
"So, I mean if you ever… I don't know. Want to sit together at lunch or you need a hand carrying stuff from Hogesmead or anything… I, uhh-"
"You want to carry all my Hogesmead candy?" I asked with a smirk on my features as he laughed and shook his head. Pretending to wipe a tear from my left eye, James blushed at his mistake as I fake-sobbed out, "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me, I think I'm in love…" I laughed as he shook his head and laughed at me.
It felt good to make him laugh. It was infectious. Deep, and sexy.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah… okay. Hardy-har. You're hilarious…"
"Thank you, people do say it's my most attractive trait." I pretended to flip my hair as he shook his head while looking up to meet my eyes.
"But I mean if you ever want help carrying anything..." he offered again as I found myself smirking slightly.
"You want to carry my stuff back to school?" I asked as he shrugged, running his hand through his hair once more. I wonder what his hair feels like if I ran my fingers through it. Shut up... seriously.
"I guess..."
"Or you could just go with me. Save me the hassle of trying to find you after I bought all my stuff..." I found myself laughing as he grinned.
Screw you.
You just had to give him hope didn't you?
I just had to open my mouth didn't I?
I wonder if there's a spell to fix that.
A masterful 'shut the fuck up' spell that would fix all my problems.
Honey, nothing will fix all your problems.
God I hate having a conscious...
Silence passed between us as I found myself unable to look away from him. His eyes were gorgeous. "God you're beautiful." I heard him whisper as I grinned slightly and shook my head. I hated when he did that. How was I supposed to respond to that? It was so damn hard. "Why did I never talk to you before?" he asked as I shrugged my shoulders. To be honest, I always saw James, around… I guess I just never really noticed him.
Like you noticed Fred Weasley.
Seriously… I'm gonna have to have like a lobotomy if this shit doesn't stop.
"Maybe you looked, you just never saw…" that's right Tyler… lay on the deep shit.
That's a keeper.
"God… I wish I would have." he whispered as I grinned slightly.
The next thing I knew, he slowly leaned in. He was giving me time to pull away. He was letting me have the option to pull away, to reject him. A part of me applauded the chivalry, but the other part of me figured if he was gonna kiss me, he should be damn sure of himself about it. To just dive in all the way.
Just like Fred did you. He grabbed you, and kissed the shit out of you. Never gave you a second to think about it. He went right in for the kill, he was-
Oh my GOD.
Leaning in, James left a searing kiss on my cheek. Close enough to trace the outer line of my lips, but not close enough that you could call it a first kiss. And it wasn't one of those puckered little cheek-kisses you give to people you have to love... like your grandma, or someone like that. No, this was like the perfect little kiss to show just how much he wanted to really kiss me, but missed the target.
God I hate those.
Leave you all guessing and shit.
"I should let you get to bed before we both get in trouble." he whispered, opening the door for me as I stood there, half agape at what just happened, and the double meaning behind his words I somehow managed to find in his statement. Taking a deep breath, I walked into the common room in robot mode and headed for the stairs leading to the girl's dormitories.
That's why everyone loves James Tomlinson. He was sweet, and smart, and polite, and for his good looks, he was surprisingly less of a jackass then everyone would have thought. But he knew how to leave someone wanting more. He knew how to play innocent until you were practically crying for him, and I'm pretty sure that was what he was doing for me.
"Oh, hey Tyler… we got a message saying you've be moving in with us. All the luggage is already moved, I'll show you the room and give you the password if you want." Alicia's voice called out suddenly as I turned to her, dragged from my stupor as I tried to shake the feel of James's lips from my mind. "Tyler?" she asked again as I apologized quickly and nodded.
How in the hell was my stuff already there? I just agreed to move in.
James…
Damn him.
"Looks like someone's got the hots for Tomlinson…" she called out as I smirked and shot her a playful glare. "What?" she asked with a grin. "He'd be good for you. All that sexy in one package, girl… you got lucky."
I know.
And I feel terrible about it.
Chapter Five Shoutouts :
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