You Should Let Me Love You

[Malachy Scythe]

Malachy had been enjoying New Zealand, but right now he was not in New Zealand. He was on another island with his team to celebrate. They were celebrating for winning a game or anything, but they were just celebrating their ability to party. He had broken away from the loud and crowded club his team had decided to go to, and he went to a much more quiet one, but still crowded. He had not had a drink in a few months. He was so busy with work and practicing that he had stressed himself out. He wanted to let go just a little bit. He had gotten strict once Louise came to stay with him for the holidays. She had her own paryting to do. The two siblings had two things in common. They shared blood, and they loved to party. Malachy was much more of a quiet party animal. Louise was a loud and wild one. He sat at the bar, and he asked for a cup and a bottle of liquor.

He opened the bottle, and he poured himself a drink. He put three ice cubes in it. Whenever Malachy drank he was reminded of that one party the seventh year Beauxbatons threw, and they invited the Durmstrang seventh years to come as well. It was over the holidays, and at the party Malachy had caught the sight of one Durmstrang student that sat alone in a chair. Several girls had asked him to dance, but he kindly rejected. He was very attractive, and Malachy could not help, but go and talk to him. Malachy later found out that the boy's name was Hezekiah, and he was a major loner. He barely talked to anyone, and he had plans to go back to New Zealand after graduating. At the party, the two had a very quiet conversation. Hezekiah did not show much interest in him, but Malachy was persistent.

After the party, the two sent each other occasional letters. By occasional he meant occasional. Hezekiah was not very interested in making friends. The boy seemed to not be very confident in himself. Malachy saw that Hezekiah had an inferiority complex. Most people with a complex like Hezekiah were bullies, but he was different. He stayed away from people because he did not want to waste their time. He felt that everyone else was bigger than him. Malachy natuarally felt attracted to this. He wanted to help his friend not feel so inferior, but he had never gotten the chance to. He and Hezekiah stopped sendig letters almost seven months ago. Malachy chugged down the rest of his drink. He started to pour himself another one.

 

[Hezekiah Mowry]

Hezekiah was starting to get very moody. It was because tomorrow night was the full moon. He usually stayed home when it was so close to the full moon, but Hez did not feel like staying in the house. Staying cooped up in his house was not always the best solution. Dederick had told him that, but it wasn't up until recently he decided to actually take his advice. He still thought Dederick was strange, and he still made him nervous to the point he would throw up, but he guessed he was okay. Even a little bit. Hezekiah apparated somewhere. He did not know where he was, but all that mattered was that he was out of the house. He had to stay out of his house tonight. That was his goal. If it required him going home with some person he would do it. He just had to stay out of his house.

Hezekiah found himself standing in front of a small club. The neon sign flickered on and off, and there were people drinking and socialising quietly. It kind of reminded him of a house party, but hadn't been to one of those since his seventh year. He was alone most of that party. He was alone until Malachy came up to him and the two had a decent conversation. He recently stopped sending letters to Malachy due to his recent condition. He had the urge to spill everything out to his friend. His suicidal thinking, his current condition, his loneliness, and everything else, but who would want to listen to that? Hezekiah walked up the stairs, and he walked through the door.

The place was crowded, but it was not super loud. He managed to get through the crowd and sit at the bar. He sat next to a guy that looked pretty safe, and he was drinking calmly. Hezekiah found himself staring at the stranger. It looked like he had picked up too many things from Dederick. He looked away and orded something strong. Even when he was not good at holding his liquor.

 

[Malachy Scythe]

Malachy was now on his second glass. Thinking about Hezekiah stirred him up. He thought the two of them could have more than just a friendship, but he did not know if Hezekiah felt the same way. He probably did not. Hezekiah was too sad and depressed to be thinking about relationships. Malachy knew that he could bring his friend out of his depression though. The Beater was all about helping people. He should have became a healer or counselor instead of a Quidditch player and barista. There was just a part of him that loved helping people. Hezekiah was a person he grew a connection with. He thought he could make his life better by getting to be a closer friend to him first, but it looked like Hezekiah did not want that. It was sad to know how sad he was on the inside and not be able to help. It made him feel worth, and it made him feel like he wasn't trying hard enough.

Malachy took a sip of his drink. A person had sat next to him. There were not many people at the bar, so it was easy too notice that someone had taken a seat next to him. The stranger looked at him for awhile, but then looked away and ordered his drink. He took this chance to take a good look at his neighbor. It was clearly a guy, but is facial structure was a little girlish. The stranger had short blonde hair, and his eyes were almond shaped and his iris' were deep brown. Overall, he looked very familiar. He tried imagining him with longer black hair and not as thin. Malachy set his glass on the table. "Hezekiah?" he asked curiously. After a few more seconds he was sure that it was him. He had gotten thinner, not in a good way, and he had a scar on his neck. He also had a few long and thin scars on his arm. Maybe he had gotten into some trouble recently. "What a coincidence it is seeing you here! I was just thinking about you too!" he said happily.

Malachy ran a finger over the scar oh Hezekiah's neck. It was clearly visible to anyone. Was he trying to make a statement? "Have you been getting into trouble, Hez? You are so much thinner than you used to be, and I can't believe you dyed your hair!" he exclaimed. He removed his hand from Hezekiah's scar and held a strand of hair in his hand. He could not believe Hezekiah had changed so much physically in two years. He was still attractive to Malachy though. He did not believe that that would ever change. The Hezekiah he was seeing now was a new one. He had no clue how much Hezekiah actually had changed.

 

[Hezekiah Mowry]

When Hezekiah received his drink he took a quick swig of it. He felt a burning sensation in his mouth and as the cool liquid went down his throat. It felt good, but he already felt his thinking starting to get unorganized. Hezekiah did not drink often. He was either with his sister or babysitting, and he had not been doing either since he became a werewolf. His parents did not even know of his condition yet. He was too scared to see what their reaction would be. No one knew he was a werewolf. Everyone just knew that his depression was getting worst. He thought he was beating it, and then a opportunity for him to die came up. He practically jumped in the way of the werewolf expecting to be ripped to shreds. Now he was a werewolf too. He had to deal with something he did not want to. He was on the verge of happiness, but now he was back to where he started, but worse. He had to find some way to get better. A relationship? Get out of the house? Drink himself senseless? Become anorexic? Should he become a playboy? Many ideas were going through Hezekiah head. Most of them were not even possible solutions to his depression, but the drink had already started to get into his system. He was not in any position to be thinking anyways.

Hezekiah turned his head to the person next to him. How did he know his name? He narrowed his eyes at the person, and he then had an epiphany. "Malachy?" he asked and then he hiccuped. He covered his mouth, and he giggled cutely. Seeing Malachy was a good thing. When Malachy first approached him at a dance in his seventh year he was kind of attracted to him, but he was too focused on his studies to start dating. He stopped sending Malachy letters when he became a werewolf, and now he felt bad for doing so. Malachy was a person that he could talk to. He was able to get his mind off of everything. He never told Malachy about his depression, but he was positive that he was able to figure it out on his own. He was smart, trustworthy, and reliable. "Aww. It's nice to know that you still think about me. I feel special." he giggled. He placed his hand on his heart and nodded his head. He brought his glass up to his lips.

Hezekiah shook his head. Then he nodded his head. "It's complicated." he sighed and he turned his seat towards Malachy. He had broader shoulders, and his torso had gained much more muscle. He had become more of a man. He looked and seemed more manly. Hezekiah liked that. He was not too drunk. He was able to think. He just had to concentrate to use much more concentration. Hezekiah twirled a strand of his hair in between two fingers. "Do you like it? Does it look bad?" he asked looking up at the strand of hair he was holding. He poked out his bottom lip.