Title: And I Ain't Seen The Sunshine Since I Don't Know When
Author: Chipmunki
Rating: T
Summary: Harry is tired. He still loves Jeff and Jeff still loves him. But sometimes relationships just do not work out. Sometimes one of them does not work hard enough to make it and the other has to let go. Jeff/Harry
Warnings: Homophobia, SLASH, slight spoilers to things you probably know.
Nick sighed, "Well we have to do something,"
Jeff jerked around from where he was staring at the pictures on their walls. He had lately put up one of the tamer ones of him and Harry, they could just be taken as a pair of friends in that one, but it was nice to get to see his face every day, especially with their rocky relationship right now.
"Don't you think I know that, Nick?!" he shouted, then forced himself quiet, "I just can't think of anything!"
"You could tell your dad."
"No," said Jeff reflexively, "No, you know why I can't do that!"
"Jeff," Nick said soothingly, like he was talking to an injured animal. That as well as the suggestion made Jeff annoyed. Why was Nick telling him to do the one thing he couldn't do? Didn't he know that his dad would kill him if he found out?
"No." he said, quietly, stern and unmoving.
Nick sighed, "Yeah, okay, I know your dad isn't the most liberal guy."
"My dad's a douchebag."
"Yeah, we'll try something else." Nick paused, "What about your mom?"
Jeff stopped.
His mom.
He hadn't spoken to his mom in years, and sure, that was because his dad wouldn't let them but he hadn't heard a single rumour suggesting that she wanted him or his siblings after that. There had been some ripples at the beginning, even a tidal wave or two, but that had died a few years ago, now there was nothing. He didn't even know if she wanted him anymore.
He was curious as fuck about it but terrified, what if she didn't want him? What if she thought he was a dirty as his dad did?
"We could hire a private detective," Nick said, "I'll pay for it and everything so your dad doesn't find out."
oOo
Harry was sitting on the sofa, the TV playing lightly on the background and a plate of untouched food in front of him when the door rang. His head jerked up. There were only a few friends that would use the door if the wanted to come visit. All of his wizarding friends would call by floo or apparition. It could have been one of the muggle friends he had made at his work or when he was out but his gut told him it wasn't. It was Jeff.
His gut was vindicated when he opened the door and Jeff was standing there. For a second, harry envisioned closing the door and leaving him, so that Jeff would be the one left waiting, unsatisfied, unwanted, but instead he gestured Jeff in, turning his head so his kiss landed on his cheek, not his mouth. There was a sigh against his cheek that cooled the wet left over from his mouth.
"Are you here for any reason?" harry asked, as he walked back towards the living room.
Jeff followed, not speaking until he was sitting down on the sofa. It was the seat Harry knew he favoured, they had curled up there often, Harry leaning against the gentle warmth of his side, or Jeff with his head on his lap, blonde hair used enough to reveal his darker roots. Harry picked up his food, it was getting cold but it gave him something to distract himself with.
The bolognaise sauce was heavy on his tongue as the silence continued. Jeff finally looked up from his lap.
"I'm going to find my mom," Jeff said.
Harry's eyes flicked up to Jeff without his consent. His mind flashes instantly to the wand, holly and phoenix feather, bright and still so warm to the touch, which he had stored in a box, nestled in velvet and locked tight.
oOo
It isn't often Harry goes near the box. It was beautiful; he didn't want to store his precious wand anywhere else. He had learnt since fourth year how to take care of it. There are carvings on the surface of the lid, snitches and a lion, roaring and rampant, stars and sparks, shining with the varnish. The lock, spelled heavily and free of rust only because of that, opens easily to the key he had hidden.
He can feel the wand as soon as he opens it. He hadn't trusted himself with it. If he was going to live in the muggle world he wanted to be as muggle as he could be along with it. He hadn't realised just how much he had missed it until he had it in his hand again. Warm thrills shot through him. It was harder than he would have thought it to be to put it down again, even then he cast a spell just to feel what it was like again before he could. But know he held the wand, he was sure, he could help Jeff find his mum.