About the Apartment:
I bet some of you are wondering, what exactly Hiro and Harry's apartment looks like. Well, I'll do my best to describe it. Basically, after entering the door, there's a hallway. Just up that hallway, lies the living room with the kitchen just beyond the living room. On the other side of the living room, parallel to the first one, is another hallway. The bedroom, study, and bathroom are down that hallway. All the floors are wooden, but the living room has a large area rug. I hope that made sense. It did in my head. Basically, the apartment makes a giant 'U', with the living room being the center.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter or any of the related characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling. And, obviously, I don't own Gravitation either. It belongs to Maki Murakami. I am simply borrowing the characters. The songs sung by Harry, in this story, are not mine. They are the property of Evanescence. (Why, because I like the dark, brooding sound of their music.)
Warnings:
This story is AU and will contain SLASH. If that offends anyone, then don't read this story. This will be a Harry Potter/Gravitation crossover. It is set after the manga and anime and has an established relationship between Harry/Hiro.
Summary:
Hiro is worried for his lover. He keeps having vivid, disturbing dreams about his past. His past being shrouded in mystery, Hiro doesn't even know where to begin with helping him.
Withering Rose
Chapter Ten
Hiro glanced at his watched and sighed. It was nearly 11 at night. He'd been in a meeting with Seguchi-san and K all afternoon. He'd argued, screamed, and threatened to quit. But in the end, it'd proved futile. Harry's break was being cut short. He didn't like. He didn't support it. But he understood the reasons why. His lover had to continue and prove to the media and fans that he was fine, even if he wasn't.
Unlocking the door, Hiro entered the dark apartment. Kicking off his shoes, the red head made his way into the kitchen. He hadn't eaten since lunch. Pulling out yesterday's leftover pizza, Hiro popped it in the microwave and grabbed himself a beer. He didn't usually drink, but after today… The microwave dinged and Hiro took his food and beer and sat down at the table. Hiro bit into his food, not at all bothered by the dark.
Hiro glanced down at the cast covering his hand and wrist and grimaced. How the hell was he supposed to explain this to Harry? 'Hey baby. I got pissed off and punched the wall. I broke my hand. Sorry 'bout that.' Hiro snorted and shook his head. He could just imagine Harry's reaction. He'd rant for hours 'Hiro! How can you be so stupid?' …then make him sleep on the couch. He wasn't looking forward to it. The couch was fine for sitting, but sleeping… he could already feel his back starting to hurt.
That hadn't been as bad as what Fujisaki had done. The keyboardist had actually tracked down the reporter and taken a baseball bat to him. Can you believe it?! Fujisaki Suguru, of all people, beat a reporter with a baseball bat! Seguchi-san had barely been able to cover for his cousin. Of course, the reporter knew better than to write stories about Harry now. But Hiro seriously doubted the guy would ever pick up a pencil again. Suguru, as the keyboardist had insisted Hiro call him, had really done a number on the guy.
NG had been in an uproar afterward. K had wanted to throw the boy a party and Sakuma-san had kissed him. He'll never forget the poor kid's face after that. He hadn't believed anyone could turn that shade of red. Even Shuichi had congratulated him. That in itself was a miracle. Those two fought like two fat chicks fighting over the last slice of prime rib.
Hiro had just shoved the bite in his mouth, when the kitchen door swung open and Harry came shuffling in. Hiro sat in silence, waiting, to see how long it would take for his lover to notice him. The tiny singer grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured himself some juice, instead of beer like Hiro had.
Hiro hardly ever let Harry drink. Not that he controlled him, but after two drinks, the singer was usually dancing on the tables tops, declaring how great Hiro was in bed. Everyone remembered that CD release party last year. In fact, that's how the media had gotten wind of their relationship. They'd been the only thing Japan talked about, for nearly six months. They were the 'picture perfect couple'. 'They never had to listen to Harry scream' he thought. Shuichi and Yuki had been happy having the heat of them, at least for a while.
The singer finished his juice and set the glass in the sink. Hiro thought that he hadn't seen him. But the singer surprised him, by walking directly over to him, sitting in his lap, and laying his head on his shoulder. He couldn't do anything, but wrap his arms around him. He was sure that he was a great impression of a goldfish. How had Harry seen him? It was pitch-black in here.
"So, when do I go back to work?" Harry asked, snuggling against his lover.
"W-What..?" Hiro stuttered.
Harry sighed and raised his head, to look his lover in the face. "Su-chan called this afternoon and told me what Tohma-san was discussing with you." he said, and then laid his head back down. "He also told me about you hand."
Hiro winced. Harry already knew? Then why had he started yelling yet? "Are you feeling better?" he asked, snaking his hand up his lover's t-shirt. The singer shrugged at first, then hesitantly nodded, a minute later, against his shoulder and yawned loudly. Snuffling further, his nose hit his lover's neck, making Hiro jump. "Shit! Harry, your face is like ice!" Hiro yelped and then felt the cold air, in the room, abusing his warmer skin. Hiro rolled his eyes. It was almost Christmas and Harry didn't have the heat on. No wonder the singer was so cold. Harry's nose hit his neck again, sending a cold chill down Hiro's spine. "Harry! Stop that! You're freezing!"
"But you're warm." Harry whined sleepily.
"Then let's go to bed." Hiro suggested.
"Don't want to…too comfy." Harry yawned again and burrowed further against his lover, clasping his hands around Hiro's waist.
Hiro rested his head against his lover's curls. He wasn't going to win this. Harry was tired and being stubborn and whiny. "So, what did you do all day?"
"Yuki-san and I talked for awhile. I finished a song. Umm…I started working a couple new songs." he mumbled, squelching more yawns.
Hiro raised an eyebrow at his lover, and asked, "You mean, he actually talked to someone?" he asked in disbelief.
Harry raised his head up, and said, "Yuki-san isn't that bad. He's just a man of few words. And he doesn't always say what he means."
Hiro stared into his lover's eyes and saw his 'I'll argue with a brick wall, until it falls over' look. Deciding he'd rather get to bed tonight, he asked, "How about those new songs?"
Harry smirked, knowing he'd won again. Laying his head back down, with a tired sigh, he said, "One's a love song."
If Hiro hadn't already been setting down, he would've fallen over. Harry had wrote a love song? Maybe he heard wrong. "Harry? Did you just say, that YOU wrote a love song?"
Harry lifted up and leaned his back against the table, still sitting on his lover's lap. Eyeing Hiro closing, he said, "Yes, I did." At his lover's look, he explained further. "Come on Hiro! You know what the media said! Everyone will be expecting something like this now!" Harry said, his voice rising with each word.
"So you wrote a love song, just because the people expect it." Hiro asked and then shook his head. "I don't believe it. You've never done what they wanted before. Why start now?" Harry looked away and mumbled something that Hiro couldn't hear. "What? I can't hear you, Harry."
"I said, I wrote it for you." he repeated, blushing.
Hiro was speechless. Harry… His Harry had wrote a love song, for him? Swallowing the rising lump in his throat, he asked, C-Can I hear it?"
"If you want to…" Harry was blushing. Even in the dark, Hiro could see the bright red of his face.
Standing up and putting his lover down, Hiro practically drug his lover to the music room. Both took a seat at the piano and Hiro patiently waited. Ok, maybe not patiently. He was giddy with excitement and about to burst. His lover…His Harry had written a song…just for him.
"Okay…it's not the finished product, but I hope you like it. It's called 'You'." Harry mumbled shyly.
Hiro nodded and waited for his lover to start. Watching his lover close his eyes, he listened as he began to breathe life into the old instrument. The melody was soft and slow, almost tender, and filled with every bit of his emotions. Hiro waited, and slowly his lover's lips parted and he started to sing.
… … …
The words have been drained from this pencil
Sweet words that I want to give you
And I can't sleep
I need to tell you
Goodnight
When we're together, I feel perfect
When I'm pulled away from you, I fall apart
All you say is sacred to me
Your eyes are so blue
I can't look away
As we lay in the stillness
I whisper to you
Hiro, marry me
Promise you'll stay with me
You know you're all that I live for
You know I'd die just to hold you
Stay with me
Somehow I'll show you
That you are my night sky
I've always been right behind you
Now I'll always be right beside you
So many nights I cried myself to sleep
Now that you love me, I love myself
I never thought I would say this
I never thought there'd be
You
… … …
Hiro was speechless. 'Beautiful' was the only word he could think of. Then, something hit him. That one line 'Hiro, marry me'… Had he meant it? Glancing tearfully at his lover, he saw the tears his lover's emerald eyes. Yes…Yes he had meant it! 'Why's Harry staring at me?!' he inwardly screamed. 'He's probably waiting for an answer, you idiot!'
"Hiro, if you don't want to…" he started, but was cut of by his lover's lips.
Pulling away, Hiro said, "I'd love to." He did have time to prepare, as the mass of crying singer jumped in his lap.
"Hiro, I love you." he blubbered into his shoulder.
Hiro didn't say anything. He just held his lover closer. It was good to feel him, in his arms. The way his tiny body, fit perfectly within his arms. Laying his head, against his lover's curls, Hiro felt happy. He really just felt happy…and excited. He honestly thought, that he'd burst open any second. Of course, this wasn't how he ever imagined a proposal. He thought for sure, that he'd be the one to ask. Looking at his lover, in his arms, 'It doesn't matter' he thought. Either way, they were going to be getting married.
Author's Note:
Okay, something else that was unexpected. Originally, the song was supposed to be something else. But I thought 'what the hell'. They've had such a hard time lately, let them be happy. Besides, doesn't that give the couple a good reason to take off work? They were planning their wedding, right? I wonder if that would make the media eat their words? The song was 'You' by Evanescence, with a few words changed and a line omitted. I think it fit rather nicely. And hey, I fulfilled my fluff quota for a few chapters! Sorry this is so short, but I felt that I just couldn't add anything else. It's hard to write, after such a happy moment. He-he another curve ball… I know that marriage, between two males, isn't legal in Japan. But in my story it is.