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Piers opens his eyes with a yawn, and he is greeted by the soft sound of rain splattering against the glass, and the smell of breakfast cooking. A satisfied smile tugs at his lips. How could he have gotten so lucky?
It seems almost too good to be true, like the universe will remember what he's done and take it all away at any moment. He doesn't deserve this. Maybe neither do. They've both been so cruel for so long. Is a change of heart really enough?
He shakes his head. There's no point dwelling on it now. This is their life now. They have gone from strangers, to friends, to stealing kisses and being so afraid that someone may see, to this. Living their truth without fear. Being so hopelessly and unapologetically in love.
His cousin hadn't cared, of course. Given that Max is gay, he would have been a horrible hypocrite if he had a problem with it. The Dursleys, on the other hand… Petunia had cried; she still talks to Dudley, but she is careful about it because Vernon… Vernon had screamed and raged and thrown things, swearing that he no longer had a son.
And Piers had stood there through it all, holding his boyfriend's hand and telling him it would be okay.
The door opens, and Dudley comes in, carrying a silver tray. "Is this love?" Piers asks, breathing in the mouthwatering aroma. "Oh, I think it really might be."
Dudley snorts, setting the tray down and climbing back into bed. "If you're just now figuring out that it's love… No offense, but you're an idiot."
Piers just grins and takes his plate. Dudley isn't the best cook, but that makes this all more special. The eggs are cooked perfectly. The sausages are burnt, but they're still edible. The toast is barely toasted and is far too soft to be considered toast. Still, Piers eats with a smile.
"I was thinking we could stay in today," Dudley says. "Well. Most of it. I'm off. You don't go in until four. What better way to spend a rainy day than curled up in bed, watching some telly?"
"It's a date."
They have come a long way to get here. Both have had to break and rebuild themselves. They've had to learn and grow and be better. Sometimes Piers worries it isn't enough, that he doesn't deserve happiness.
But then there are days like this. The stars align, and everything is perfect beyond words. Nothing else really matters, and they are here, falling in love.
And that is enough.