[HP] Dearest Enemy

Tom thought he would have a restful sleep, but he didn't.His nerves seemed to have been in a state of half-asleep and half-awake vigilance, and various messy and confused pictures occupied his dreams.He dreamed of the past, dreamed of the present, and dreamed of many things he had never seen or had forgotten.It was already dark when Tom woke up, and he found himself curled up in Harry's bed, and the owner of the bed was not in the room.

Feeling inexplicable uneasiness and panic, Tom hurriedly put on the clothes on the chair beside him, opened the door and went out.There was the smell of melted butter in the room, and he walked into the kitchen following the good smell, and saw Harry busy in the kitchen in an orderly manner.

Tom stood at the kitchen door and rubbed his eyes. The moment he saw that familiar figure from behind, he looked like a fantasy in a dream, false and fragile.He wanted to reach out and touch that person, but he was afraid that everything would disappear as soon as he touched him, telling him that everything that happened before was just his own fantasy.

Harry was busy with concentration, skillfully handling all kinds of ingredients Tom bought.Finally, Harry took out the baking tray from the oven and turned around, almost bumping into the dark-eyed young man.

"Tom!" Harry stared at him in surprise, "what are you doing standing here?"

"Sorry." Tom took a step back immediately, then reached out to take the plate in Harry's hand, "I'll help you."

"It's very hot, be careful not to knock it over." Harry said as he carefully handed the baking tray to Tom. When the fingertips of the two touched, Harry withdrew his hand back in surprise, and the tray almost turned over on the ground. .I was startled as if I had stepped on a flight of stairs, but my body reacted first.The tray hovered firmly about an inch above Tom's palm and stopped the overturning momentum.The black-eyed young man looked up at the green-eyed man, but the man pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, turned around and went to do other things.

Tom bit his lip, put the baking tray on the counter, and stepped back to the door to watch Harry continue.Harry's back was turned to him all this time, but Tom felt the unreal feeling he had seen him a few minutes ago dissipated with Harry's flinching and was replaced by another question.

Is everything that happened just now real?

There is no doubt that it is true, and the touch of warm skin seems to remain on the palm of the hand.

But Harry hid just now, he didn't want to be touched by himself.

Maybe that's just because he's not used to it.

But everything that happened a few hours ago was sudden.

Enough is enough, stop thinking about it.

Tom shook his head, trying to get the restlessness and vague worry out of his head, but failed.Harry seemed determined not to turn to look at him, as if the food waiting to be cooked on the kitchen counter was his lover.Finally Tom had to leave the kitchen, thought for a second, and then walked decisively into the bathroom.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Tom leave, and the beating heart that had been caused by his sudden presence began to subside.Harry didn't dare to turn his back. He didn't know how to face Tom's dark eyes. He couldn't help but recall what happened to him a few hours ago, and his cheeks started to get hot.He actually accepted him just like that, and couldn't wait so much, it was simply... A drop of boiling liquid in the soup pot fell on the back of his hand, Harry came to his senses suddenly, and hurriedly turned off the fire under the soup pot.

What are you hesitating about?The answer is ambiguous.Harry tried to get rid of the random thoughts in his head, took out two bowls, scooped the soup into it, and served it on the shabby dining table.A simple but sumptuous dinner, just like Christmas Eve in the past, although the time was a few hours later than usual, but Harry didn't notice it.He only slept for less than an hour before waking up. After waking up, he immediately left the sleeping young man with his arms around his waist. Both of them were extremely tired.Tom was too young anyway, Harry told himself as he washed himself, and Tom, already taller than himself, seemed to him still a child.When I changed Tom, my opinion of him was also changed, which led to what happened just now.

But this is actually my inner desire.Touching his young body, kissing his hot lips, embracing him... Maybe Tom is still guessing whether he has been forgiven, but he is no longer thinking about these things.I am not the best choice, his existence has hindered Tom's pursuit of his ideals, but that child will not change his mind at will, and he is actually difficult to be persuaded.

Isn't this the result I want to see?Tom will give up his ambitions because he loves himself, and the future will change accordingly.It's just that there are three years left in my lifespan. If I still can't find a way to break the curse during this period, then I will die in three years. What will Tom do at that time?Tell him everything at a time like this?No, he had hidden a lot of secrets from Tom, and he couldn't tell him all his secrets.If they live with him according to the clamor of feelings, then they must make changes for each other, otherwise they will not be able to get along for a long time.

Wanted to be with him, but Tom totally deserved someone better to love him.Harry sat down at the table and sighed silently.

"I've furnished the living room." Tom went into the kitchen and sat down opposite Harry.Harry felt those dark eyes resting on him, but when he looked up, Tom was dividing the peas and chicken between their plates, not looking at him.

"I see." Harry responded indifferently, then lowered his eyes and picked up the fork.

Tom opened his mouth, but Harry didn't seem to want to talk, so he swallowed back the question that came to his mouth.

Sure enough, Harry was still unwilling to forgive and accept himself.

The two quietly ate from their plates, occasionally reaching for food for each other or for themselves.Although the taste in his mouth was still familiar to Tom, it just made him find it hard to swallow for some reason.

Tom secretly looked at Harry. The man sitting opposite him was poking at the things on the plate, frowning slightly, staring at the lines on the tablecloth, and seemed not to be thinking about dinner.

"Harry?" Tom asked softly.

Harry looked up as if taken aback, "Excuse me?"

"No, nothing." Tom pointed to the bowl in front of him. "Would you like some gravy?"

"Thank you." Harry nodded, took the bowl from Tom, and poured some gravy onto his own plate.

The two fell silent again.

Something had to be said, Tom looked at Harry with a somewhat irritated face, and put the knife and fork on the dinner plate.

"Harry, we need to talk."

The fork in Harry's hand fell to the plate with a loud noise.The green-eyed man looked up at the black-eyed young man opposite him, and his Adam's Apple slipped slightly.

Damn it!Tom looked away involuntarily, and then back again.Harry looked at him for a moment, then finally shook his head.

"I know what you want to say, we can talk about it later," Harry said softly, "Go to sleep after eating, Tom."

"It's not too late, the bell hasn't rung yet." Tom stared into those green eyes stubbornly. "I apologize for my rudeness, but Harry, I want to know what you think."

"You don't have to know what I think," Harry said quietly, "I won't show my thoughts to anyone."

Tom pursed his lips, pushed away the barely moving plate and stood up. "I'm full. Please forgive me for not wanting to say good night and a damn Merry Christmas!" He strode out of the restaurant after saying that He entered his bedroom and slammed the door hard.

Harry watched Tom leave, also pushing away the plate in front of him.Merlin, what the hell has he done!It was not my intention to drive him away in this way.The green-eyed man took off his glasses, then rested his elbows on the table to support his forehead.

Everything was depressing tonight.Damn, damn it... what else does that green-eyed idiot want him to do?That kind of tone and expression of refusal to be thousands of miles away... a few hours ago, he was still so impatient, but now it seems to be his fault.It was a - quite exasperating and at the same time deeply disappointing - brutal rejection.Tom stopped walking around the room, exhaled deeply, and slowly loosened his clenched fists, forcing himself to calm down.Harry didn't want to talk to him because he had crossed the last line between them.Frustrated though not unprecedented, Tom threw himself on the bed in frustration.Why is he the only one in my eyes?The human heart is really pitifully small, if you can let other people in, you don't have to suffer so much.

Tom listened to Harry finish packing the kitchen, walked into the bathroom, and closed his bedroom door softly after a while.Frustration and depression suddenly became heavier, and the heavy feelings weighed on his chest, as if determined to take all the air and heat out of his chest.The room was so quiet that only his own breathing could be heard, there seemed to be ethereal Christmas carols outside the window, and there seemed to be no sound at all, just like his internal organs.It seemed that they all stayed in his stomach and performed their duties, but Tom didn't feel their existence at all.

It was very cold in the room, and the chill seemed to invade his body like some invisible beast, but the black-eyed youth never moved.He has been immersed in his own thoughts.When his limbs were about to lose feeling, Tom sat up and moved his stiff body.Whether or not Harry objected and pushed himself out in disgust, he had to say what he wanted to say, even if he couldn't know what he was thinking.It couldn't go on like this anymore, Tom felt that he didn't have the patience to spend it like this with Harry all the time.

Harry's door was unlocked, and Tom pushed it open easily.Harry seemed determined to forget about the unpleasantness, and wrapped himself into a ball with the quilt, only showing half of his face.Still able to sleep, Tom felt sorry for himself, but went to Harry's bed and stroked his hair, and then he noticed something strange.Harry gasped for breath, his eyes rolled wildly under his closed eyelids, his forehead was soaked in sweat and his body was trembling.Tom frowned involuntarily, the man in front of him was obviously having a nightmare again.Tom turned on the lamp, dimmed it, and tapped Harry on the cheek.

"Harry, Harry, wake up, no one can hurt you, you're safe."

Green eyes suddenly opened, staring blankly at the person in front of him.Harry grabbed the hand that was about to withdraw from his cheek so hard that Tom frowned slightly.After the two looked at each other quietly for a few seconds, the green eyes finally came into focus, Harry let go of Tom's hand, sank back on the mattress weakly, and let out a breath of relief.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked lowly, not looking at Tom.

"I wanted to say a few words to you, and then I realized you were having a nightmare," Tom replied. "It's a good thing I got in."

Harry said nothing, turned his head to one side and closed his eyes.Tom poured out a glass of water and touched his cheek lightly.

"I think you need this."

Harry turned his head.There was so much emotion in Tom's dark eyes that he couldn't see what he was thinking.

"Thanks." Harry muttered, sitting up and gulping down the water in his glass.

Tom went out after cleaning Harry's face, and returned to the room holding his own pillow and quilt not long after.Harry watched in amazement as he quickly made the bed, then undressed and sat down beside him.

"Tom, this is my bed," said Harry.

"I know." Tom replied calmly and earnestly.

"You should go back to your room and go to bed," said Harry.

"No, I'll sleep here from now on," said Tom firmly.

"Tom!"

"Please listen to me." Tom said quickly, staring at the emeralds. "You need someone to wake you up when you have nightmares, and I can't stay by your bed all night. I need to rest too. , we share a bed is the best solution. So don't contradict me or try to throw me out, it won't work, Harry."

Harry opened his mouth, but finally closed it resignedly.Tom watched him lie back and pull his quilt over, and then he turned off the light and lay down too.

The room became quiet again, except for the sound of one more person breathing.

"What do you want to tell me?" Harry asked in a low voice.

Turning his head, Tom saw Harry staring at the ceiling, groped a few times to find Harry's hand, and took it gently.Harry frowned, still not looking at him, but not moving his hand away.

"How about we start over and get along in a different way?" Tom asked softly.

Harry looked at him for a moment, then closed his eyes and turned his head away.

"I'll give it a try." After a long time, his very soft answer sounded in the darkness.

I felt relieved all of a sudden, and the thing that was pressing on my chest disappeared without a trace.Tom couldn't help pulling Harry into his arms and kissing his forehead.

"With me here, you can sleep peacefully."

Seeing the sincere smile on the boy's face with black eyes, Harry couldn't help but relax his expression and body, and closed his eyes to prepare for a rest.But Tom kissed his forehead persistently, without any desire, just as softly as a child.

"Stop making trouble, Tom, go to sleep." Harry helplessly stopped him from leaning against his cheek.

Tom curled his lips and leaned into Harry's ear: "Good night, dear Harry. And, Merry Christmas."