Oliver's Birthday

[nm_katie]

It’s been two months since I was stabbed at Oliver’s Quidditch match. I stare at the crutches next to my bed. Not today. Today is Oliver’s birthday. It’s been quite long enough and the only reason I’m still using them is because I’m scared. Scared it will hurt if I fall.

Well boo fricking hoo Katie Bell, you are not going to be a coward about this

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[nm_oliver]

I smell...something cooking. It must be Megan. I reach over for Katie, but I feel nothing. I open my eyes and see the bed is empty, but her crutches are still there, leaning against the wall right by the bed

[nm_katie]

“You’ve done more than enough,” I tell her, already trying to think what I can do to thank her properly. As Megan takes her breakfast off to get ready for work I turn my attention back to Oliver, “How about a shower

[nm_oliver]

Finally, we emerge from the shower. I step out first and hand a towel for her before taking the other one to dry off with.

“Worth the wait?” Katie asks as she wraps the towel around herself, taking another one to wrap around her hair.

“Yes,” I answer, pulling her against me. “Though sometimes it wasn’t easy.”

“I know,” she sighs, nuzzling into my neck, “Thank you for being so patient...I never would have made it without you. I always knew I was lucky, I never realised how lucky until this happened...”

“Well, if you were lucky, it might never have happened,” I admit.

"That's nothing to do with luck," she dismisses, "When people make a decision to do something like that...you can't blame luck."

“Well, if you think of it like that, then there wouldn’t be luck. Like me seeing you at that stadium that day.”

"Out of the hundreds of people there you just happened to see me? That was luck," she argues playfully. "Come on, let's go get some food for our picnic. I already have your birthday cake

[nm_oliver]

Katie hesitates as a family group walk past to find a space far enough away not to me intrusive and she leans in close, whispering in my ear