Angst #1 I want that angsty paaaain
Prompt: “I can’t do anything right.”
im assuming you want wolfstar but like i wanted to switch things up and write some jily bc ive read lots of other wolfstar versions of this so hrghrgrh sorryyy this is really bad
The call comes in at two in the morning.
James’ eyes slam open as the phone starts to loudly vibrate on the nightstand next to his bed. In a flash, he fumbles for his phone and silences it before it wakes Sirius. After four years of sharing a room with his adopted brother, he knows that even the slightest sound can disturb him into reality.
He sits up as quietly as he can and shoves on his glasses, squinting towards the light of his phone. An unknown number flashes urgently on the screen. James spares a glance at Sirius, who is still fast asleep with drool glistening on his chin, and swings his legs over the side of his bed. He opens the sliding glass door as quietly as he could as he makes his way to the balcony outside, pressing the green accept button warily.
“Hello?” His voice is scratchy from sleep and dehydration, but it scrapes out anyways.
“Oh my god.” A sob chokes out on the other end. “I’m so so sorry for waking you up, but I can’t take it anymore. She brought her boyfriend over last night I-I spent the entire time pretending like that asshole of a person doesn’t make me want to pull my hair out. I even made them lunch yesterday and she just threw i-it out. I don’t know why she hates me so much, but I just-” A sniff. “I just wish I’m not such a freak that she hates me this much.”
In James’ opinion, it’s much too early for words to start making sense in his brain. He’s not sure who’s calling him at two in the morning, but he knows he’s going to try his best to comfort her.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he says softly, leaning against the railing. The frigid metal permeates through the thin fabric of his shirt, causing him to shiver the slightest bit. “You’re not a freak, yeah? You’re so much - so much - more than that, I promise.”
“How would you know?” He hears her head thunk back onto something, perhaps a wall of some sort. “You’re not Sirius. I can tell.”
He panics that he’s overstepped a line, and opens his mouth to blurt out an apology when she sighs. “I’m going to go now. Sorry for bothering you. Good night.”
“No!” James claps a hand over his mouth as Sirius starts to stir on the other side of the glass door, and lowers his voice. “No, it’s fine. Stay. Talk if you need to. I don’t mind. ”
A beat of silence. James starts to fear that the girl has hung up before a quiet sniffle echoes through the line. Then the words spill out as if the only thing keeping them in was the lack of James’ permission.
“I’m - I’m sorry. I’m overreacting. It’s just - It’s just my sister and I, we used to be best friends, die for each other, all that crap. But two years ago everything changed and I don’t know what happened but she hates me. She hates me from the bottom of her heart, and I just- I just want Tuney to love me again. I want her to stop treating me like a freak and I want my parents to stop treating us like we’re going to break any second. I know it’s greedy to want so many things but it’s like I can’t do anything right.”
“Maybe -” She takes a deep, shuddering, breath. “Maybe I’m just unloveable. Maybe I shouldn’t ask for so many things. I probably deserve all of this, anyways. I don’t know. I just don’t know, okay?”
“Okay,” he agrees. “Yeah. Of course that’s okay. You’re only nineteen, or twenty, I don’t know, but you don’t have to know anything right now, but you’re loved, I swear.”
“I just want her to love me again,” she whispers.
He wants to reassure her, to tell her that her sister never stopped. He wants to tell her that she deserves every star in the universe. He wants to tell her that everything will be okay when morning comes and that he will personally see to it that she never be sad again.
But the truth is, James knows nothing about her sister, or who she is, or why Tuney even rejected her in the first place.
“I know,” he murmurs into the phone. “I know.”
They sit together in silence for a long while. The clock ticks to four AM on the dot as the sun peeks over the horizon, warm rays grazing James’ bare arms and cutting through the freezing night air.
Suddenly, the girl on the other side of the line laughs.
“Well, this has been embarrassing, random stranger.” She stands up. James hears her shoes click across the floor as she flops onto what he assumes is a mattress. “I should probably get some sleep. But thank you for listening to me. It’s been a god awful night.”
“Wait, hang on. Do you still need Sirius’ number?” He’s desperate to keep talking to her, though he doesn’t know why.
She pauses. “You know him?”
“I’m, er, I’m his brother.”
Confusion trickles through her voice. “Regulus?”
James’ eyebrows shoot up. Apparently, this girl is close enough to Sirius to know his horrible background.“No, he’s um, he’s out of the picture. I’m his adoptive brother.”
She sucks in a deep breath. “Potter.”
Suddenly, he knows who she is. He’s heard her say his name over a thousand times in tones of disdain and loathing. He’ll recognizes the way her accent douses over the t’s any day.
Dread pools at the bottom of his stomach as sudden panic seizes him.
discoholicmusic
yousharknotpass
origamiaround
andulkaphoto
janainaart
