Closer | A Theo Nott Enemies to Lovers Story

Headless

After an agonizingly long walk I finally am able to breathe the fresh night air.

I found myself at the end of the Astronomy Tower and look out to the beautiful stars in front of me.

I gazed up at the night sky, a sense of wonder consumed my thoughts. The distant stars, like shimmering jewels, seemed to beckon me to a realm beyond imagination. My mind danced with curiosity, envisioning a life among the constellations.

What would it be like to call a nebula-lit sky my home, to drift through cosmic winds and witness the birth of galaxies? I let my brain wonder about floating weightlessly, my existence intertwined with the very fabric of space.

The thought of nights illuminated by cosmic fireworks and days spent exploring ethereal realms ignited a spark within me, kindling a desire to embark on a journey that transcended earthly boundaries.

Suddenly I am pulled from the limitless night sky by foot steps. I quickly snap into reality and hurry my way behind a pillar.

If it's Filch I am so dead.

I look at the figure standing alone amidst the dimly lit tower.

It's Theo.

He seemed upset, not the 'I'm angry all the time' upset, but sad. Crouched behind the pillar, I cautiously observed him attempting to light a cigarette.

The intermittent glow of the lighter revealed a rare vulnerability on his face, his tears fail the pain that transcended my hatred towards him.

My heart couldn't decide between a surge of satisfaction at his vulnerability and a surprising surge of empathy.

The dance of the lighter's flame against his tear-stained cheeks seemed to echo the flickering nature of their hostility, casting a reflection of the complexities that lay beneath the surface. In that sacred moment, I had a rush of conflicting emotions, torn between the satisfaction of his tears and an unexpected urge to offer a helping hand of understanding to the person I had long considered someone I do not like.

Just as I began to collect my thoughts, I froze as Theo abruptly turned his gaze behind the pillar.

Our eyes locked, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected vulnerability that had momentarily bridged the divide between us.

Theo flicked his cigarette towards the ground and let the embers spiral as he fled. I took a deep breath and leaned against the pillar and slowly slid down until she hit the floor.

The war between my desire to revel in Theo's tears and the compassion I felt towards him created a storm of emotions within me.

Swallowing hard, I looked down at my feet, I struggled internally reminding myself of the of how he has treated me and how he views me.

I sat in the same spot a little while longer and decided that it was time to head back. Walking down the spiral staircase of the tower I make my way towards the dungeons, wondering what could have made Theo that upset.

My feet come to sharp halt as I hear the sound of foot steps approaching me, I quickly run into the nearest classroom and shut the door behind me.

The footsteps become louder and slow down near the classroom, until the shadow of the mystery feet standstill in front of the classroom door.

Briskly making my way under a table I conceal myself from what I think is Filch.

The door swings open and is shut rapidly behind them.

No lantern.

It must be a prefect then.

Fuck.