Hello! This is chapter 2 and this is prob the end. i dont really know where else i would go with this. But who knows, if i feel like it, i might decide to write more. i hope you guys enjoy!

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Chapter 2

The sound of wedding bells filled my head. And a streak of white which looked like flowers crossed my vision.

"Harry?" I blinked. And then blinked a couple more times till I realized I was imagining things, but honestly everything feels like a romance novel with him and her, "You okay man?" My eyes focused on the man before me, his concerned gaze looked charming but the sight of it was also mocking. It was cruel to remind me of what I would never have.

"Yeah…um, I-I'm fine," I coughed and gingerly took a sip of coffee. The burning liquid felt like fire but I didn't take much notice, not even when my tongue started to sting. The sound of people scurrying around in the small café made me somewhat nostalgic. This was the same café that I met her for the first time. Years have passed since then but to me, it only felt like it was just yesterday my heart skipped for Booth the first time and continued fluttering even till now, when I knew Booth was thinking about someone else when he was with me.

Plop

Astonished by the few drops of coffee that splashed onto my face, I could only stare at the ripples that were forming where a single tear from me dropped into the milky brown coffee.

"Harry? So what do you think?" I hardly heard Booth, I could only remain shocked that I was actually breaking down in public. On the other hand, it makes sense that Booth would be the only one able to cause me to feel like this.

"Excuse me, I need to go to the loo," I mumbled under my breath before bolting out my seat and practically running to the restroom. The intense gaze of the officer was fixated on the back of my head the whole time. It hurt to think that Booth would be more surprised at my sudden accent then the fact I was acting weird.

You would think solving murders would mean you can figure out anything but he still hasn't noticed or he just realized nothing would come of it and doesn't want to waste his time letting me down gently.

The door slammed open and I sighed with relief when I saw it was empty. Quickly, the door was locked and I stumbled over to the sink. I could only revel in the cleanliness of the bathroom for a moment before I forgot everything and just burst into tears. The sound of my sobs was quiet but it sounded like thunder to my ears.

Oh the pain.

It hurt more than when my parent dies. Or when Sirius died not long after. The way the Dursley's treated me is nothing compared to this, since I was young I could handle pain pretty well. Anything physical, I can get through. I can survive punches to the face or kicks to the stomach by Dudley and his gang. It still hurt when I got a black eye and I felt miserable when I felt the snap of a rib.

However, I never thought that I would experience something worse than that.

The image of Booth innocently sitting there where I left him came to mind and it just made my tears cascade down faster. I could already see it.

Booth in a tux and fixing his tie every ten minutes or so to make sure it was perfect. I could see his sweet quirk of the lips that could send me to heaven or his special glint in his eye that only he could do. And then her coming down the aisle looking like she was made for him. Suddenly, the perfect image was wiped away from a knock on the door. I froze, and hurriedly wiped away any stray tears.

"Harry? You in there?" the doorknob rattled and I turned the faucet on in lightning speed. Putting my face close to the refreshing water, I splashed the cool liquid on my warm face. All I could think of is what Booth would think if he saw me like this before I turned the water off.

I reached toward the doorknob but paused midway through. Maybe I could get out of seeing his today, god knows what would happen If I had to hear more about her and that t-thin—

"Harry," My name jolted me. I cleared my throat noisily.

"Yeah, I'm here. Sorry, I don't feel that good,"

"Oh…you need anything?"

"No…I'm fine. J-just threw up a little. I don't think I can take care of Parker tomorrow either,"

"That's fine man," I heard a soft chortle and my heart ached to hear it again, "So I guess I'll go then? You should probably sit down for a little more,"

"Yeah," I said and winced at how cheerful I sounded; I bet he could tell I was faking.

"Hey Harry," I held my breath and waited, the man outside the door cleared his throat before continuing, "You never said anything about…you know," with all my might I forced myself to think of something else, anything but that. I thought of how people would probably be staring at Booth now, the crazy man who's talking to a door. And then I thought of Parker and how I promised him tomorrow we would go to the zoo. A wave of sadness washed over me at the memory, "Harry? You listening?"

No I wasn't. But I could guess what he said. I knew I would have to face it one day, and then another tear suddenly rolled down my cheek. My eyes already started to feel puffy and swollen so I wiped any more wetness away, I could cry at home. For a second, I thought of Booth's place where I stayed for a while before but I shook my head. That was never my home, my home was the dingy little apartment I had that made me feel like I was the only person in the world that has absolutely no one. But it was home.

"Booth…I'm…" the other end was silent and I knew the officer would be listening to every word I say, thus I can't really do what I want to, which is scream at the man and tell him in detail how much he's ruined my life.

I sighed at my rage, I always get angry after shedding a few tears, "I'm…really happy…" I had to pause to stop a snivel that almost escaped, "…for you. Congratulations," There was complete stillness for a while.

"Thanks," I almost wanted to laugh at the worry in Booth's voice, now he's realizing it. But I couldn't blame Booth, after all, I was the one too chicken to tell Booth of my feelings and now it's way too fucking late.

"You're a great friend Booth," I almost choked saying the word friends but it was worth it to hear the joy in his laugh.

"Thanks. Weird friends though…talking with a door between us. Feels like a sappy movie or something," He was waiting for a laugh so I did but it sounded ridiculously forced.

I slumped down to the ground with my back to the bathroom door, "I should go and people are waiting to use the loo," My lips twitched at Booth trying to do a British accent, I still sometimes slip back into it when I get emotional, "But I like your accent, it sounds cool," I refrained from yelling at him that the reason I stopped was because when we first met, he gave my strange looks every time I opened my mouth.

I sighed, it would be no use to get mad at Booth and I don't think I ever can. I heard tapping on the other side and I could see Booth getting fidgety and tapping his feet, a habit he always had. I put my head in my arms and thought god just leave already, "Later man," said Booth flippantly.

Yes, thank you.

But my thoughts contradicted with the agony in my chest.

I didn't hear footsteps yet.

Then I had a thought. I swallowed loudly, trying to force the words out my mouth, I should say it now. He can't see my face so he wouldn't be able to see the utter despair on my features. I opened my mouth only for the words to get stuck in my throat. I swallowed shakily and whispered, "You're…" I couldn't continue. Booth could be gone already but I was determined to say it.

"You're gonna be a…great f-father…Booth," But he was already long gone. I slumped at the realization that I would have to say those words to him again eventually; it's what a friend does. Me being his friend also means I would have to hold his—their baby one day and then face her knowing look that just wants to make me gag. My hands started to tremble but I struggled to think positive.

What should I give to them? I don't even know if it's a boy or girl…maybe I should get a rattle or some socks. They always look so cute in the store and—

Suddenly, there was firm knock at the door that interrupted my pathetic thoughts. I was glad for the distraction; I was going crazy thinking about b…ba…baby (god, I could barely get the word out...how the hell am I going to face Booth and her?) stuff while sitting on the bathroom floor.

"Hey! Open up," there were about 4 stalls in the bathroom and the thought of a line forming outside amused me but wasn't enough to get a laugh. It didn't even cross the mind that people were probably annoyed I was hogging the bathroom, but I wasn't thinking right and I even felt dizzy when I tried to get to my feet. Slowly trying to get my feet, I once again reached for the doorknob and prepared myself for whomever on the other side. I unlocked the door and it opened to reveal a tall and buff man with flaming red hair. There were light freckles on his cheeks and he looked to be around the same age as me.

His eyes were wide as saucers as he stared at me…at least he didn't look angry.

I was silent as I swept past him. But amazingly, I felt a little lighter when the man whipped his head around to stare at me. More specifically…my arse. The redheads face was cute and although my thoughts were still consumed by Booth, there was actually a hop in my step as I walked out the café.

The sight of the redhead still gazing at my behind made me raise a hand to cover the smile that was threatening to form.

Tonight's going to be interesting, I still feel like crying but maybe I'll be able to laugh tomorrow.