Making Up
Ron sighed. Then he continued. "A lot of them. I don't know why. It never worked, though. It was like I was trying to prove I wasn't gay, and I'm not!, it was just to see if I was straight, but I'm clearly not. I'm just attracted to you. I don't know how to explain it. I don't want anyone else, Harry. Just you,"
"Don't lie to me, Ron. Don't pity me. You left for a reason. If you wanted me you wouldn't have left me," Harry stared straight into Ron's eyes as if to challenge him to prove Harry wrong.
Ron shook his head. "You don't understand. I don't expect you to understand, because I haven't explained it, but I left for a reason. And it wasn't because I don't want to be with you, I do want to I always have,"
"I don't like women either. I didn't go screw a bunch of them to figure it out, though. I wanted you so bad and I gave myself to you and you threw me away like I meant nothing. I'm not gay, Ron, I don't go for blokes. I'm not attracted to women. We are in the same boat there. I thought we'd figured it out. You are the only one for me. But you don't want me. Fuck you for not wanting me. I can do better, anyways," Harry started to pull on a shirt and walk back to the bathroom to put on his boxers and jeans. Ron followed him to the bathroom and stuck his arm out to keep Harry from closing the door. As Harry shot him an annoyed look, Ron couldn't help but smile.
"I want you. I'm sorry for leaving I wasn't throwing you away I was saving you from being with me. How can you do better if you aren't attracted to anyone else?" Ron said with a smirk.
"I'll find someone," Harry grumbled as he tried to close the door. Ron shook his head, the smirk still etched on his face.
"Don't close the door, I like the view,"
Harry screwed up his face. "Shut up you asshole. This isn't funny. Let me get dressed."
Ron walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself. He grabbed Harry and shoved him against the door, dropping the towel from Harry's waist and leaning in to kiss him hard.
Harry didn't stop Ron. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Ron's neck and allowed himself to be lifted up so he could wrap his legs around Ron's waist. Ron smiled into the kiss.
"God I missed this," Ron whispered against Harry's lips.
"I love make up sex," Ron said as they lay on Harry's bed staring up at the ceiling.
"That was the first time you've ever had it," Harry stated.
"Yeah, and I loved it,"
Harry chuckled for a second but then stopped. "This doesn't change anything, Ron. You still left. You can't just come back here and use me as your sex toy,"
Ron turned onto his side to look into Harry's face. "That's not what I'm doing, love. I want to be with you forever. We don't have to have sex if you don't want to. Anything you want I will do…or not do. Anything."
Harry bit his lip. He turned around onto his other side so that he was facing the wall. Ron scooted closer to him and spooned up against him. He wrapped his arm around Harry's waist, put his hand on Harry's heart, and pulled him closer.
"Talk to me, love," Ron whispered into Harry's ear. "Tell me what's bothering you. I know I wasn't here when you needed me the most, but I'm all ears now. I'm listening. I'm here I promise,"
Harry closed his eyes and felt a tear slip through. He swallowed the lump in his throat and held back the rest of the tears. He took a deep breath. There was so much to tell. There was so much that was bothering him. He was a murderer. What would Ron think of him after he found out? Would he be scared or angry?
He took another deep breath. Where to begin…
I couldn't tell him. You understand, right? Hopefully you will someday. I couldn't tell him until I knew if Dr. Wheeler could fix it. So I vowed that I would live up every second with Harry while I could. He didn't need to know what was going on when he was dealing with so much already. I didn't want him to dwell on my possible and looming death. I wanted to die knowing that we lived and loved together truly and as fully as we could, while we could. I needed no sympathy from Harry. I was perfectly fine with him hating me for leaving him, as long as he didn't have to be hurt or scared about why I left. I was perfectly fine with him hating me for leaving him, just so long as I could spend what little time I had left loving him to my fullest ability.
