I Dare You
Note: Harry/Draco (Blaise's musings) Also, Harry wears makeup cause my boyfriend wears makeup and he looks good, dammit!
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened, not in my closet humping stuffed dolphins
People will always see you as something great, you're not.
You are supposedly the strong one, physical appearances don't count. Draco, you're sad. You know what I know? You're scared.
You're the sarcastic and funny one, but words fail you at night, when I'm in your arms. Just once, I want you to tell me you love me, just once, let me believe that I am requited. That I am not as lonely as I am lead to believe.
Every night, I speak of my love, my undying adoration for you. Babe, it's gettin old, and it's gettin old fast.
I...I can't do this anymore.
I know you'll probably think 'What? Can't do what?' This...thing! Us, I can't.
I'm dying.
Every day it gets harder to breathe, you probably think I haven't noticed, but, oh, I have. The way you stare at him, the way he gazes back.
You know what? Leave me alone, go away, run off with him if you want, you have my goddamn fucking blessing, happy now?!? Now that you've torn my heart out and haven't even bothered to think about the pain that you have caused me, Draco, it kills.
And you want to know the part that sucks the most? The one fact that mocks me day in and day out? Laughing at me, forming holes in my once full chest? I love you. And I dare you to say that back, just once, c'mon Draco, I dare you man, I fucking dare you.
You can say it to that whore, why not me? Am I not pretty like him? Is it cause I don't wear makeup and some odd shit? Just once, that's all I ask for, to be wrapped in your arms, safe and basking in a warm glow, just tell me, lie if you must, but, please, just once.
I dare you.
Note: Harry/Draco (Blaise's musings) Also, Harry wears makeup cause my boyfriend wears makeup and he looks good, dammit!
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened, not in my closet humping stuffed dolphins
People will always see you as something great, you're not.
You are supposedly the strong one, physical appearances don't count. Draco, you're sad. You know what I know? You're scared.
You're the sarcastic and funny one, but words fail you at night, when I'm in your arms. Just once, I want you to tell me you love me, just once, let me believe that I am requited. That I am not as lonely as I am lead to believe.
Every night, I speak of my love, my undying adoration for you. Babe, it's gettin old, and it's gettin old fast.
I...I can't do this anymore.
I know you'll probably think 'What? Can't do what?' This...thing! Us, I can't.
I'm dying.
Every day it gets harder to breathe, you probably think I haven't noticed, but, oh, I have. The way you stare at him, the way he gazes back.
You know what? Leave me alone, go away, run off with him if you want, you have my goddamn fucking blessing, happy now?!? Now that you've torn my heart out and haven't even bothered to think about the pain that you have caused me, Draco, it kills.
And you want to know the part that sucks the most? The one fact that mocks me day in and day out? Laughing at me, forming holes in my once full chest? I love you. And I dare you to say that back, just once, c'mon Draco, I dare you man, I fucking dare you.
You can say it to that whore, why not me? Am I not pretty like him? Is it cause I don't wear makeup and some odd shit? Just once, that's all I ask for, to be wrapped in your arms, safe and basking in a warm glow, just tell me, lie if you must, but, please, just once.
I dare you.