lo keyed

honxrable  asked:

Zuko came walking in the rain eight blocks down to Katara's apartment. Katara was his best friend, but still, it was late. Zuko had been working a night shift at his second job to make ends meet after he had to withdraw from college after not being able to afford it when his uncle was arrested. Katara had just graduated, and had a startup position as a nurse. Zuko took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Kat… it's me… Mai's with that Kei Lo guy again, and… she locked me out."

When Katara awoke, it was to a rapid knocking. Her phone was lighting up from across the room as she shoved the blankets aside, grabbing a sweatshirt from the laundry basket at her bedside to throw over herself against the chilly October weather.

Stepping out into the hallway, the floorboards creaked beneath a deep trodden footstep as the shadows from the bathroom lights bounced against the dark hall. She made it to front door of her apartment before the knocking stopped, and she slip the door open quietly.

The face she saw before her wasn’t who she had at all expected, especially at almost three in the morning. “Zuko?” she asked, but stepped aside and allowing him in. His eyes widened slightly before looking around a moment, and then, he stepped in through the threshold. “Are you cold?”

“I can make you something warm if you want to… explain what’s going on?”

home

request: can you write about how you’re from the US and maybe you moved to the UK with harry and you’re feeling homesick and it leaves you in a bad mood

masterlist

I remember when Harry asked me to move to London with him. He had told me not too long before that he would have to leave LA soon to go back to London.

“Well,” I told him over dinner, “So we’ll miss the summer together, but I’ll be moving to London in the fall for grad school.”

“Have you found a flat yet?”

I shook my head, taking a sip of my drink, “Not yet. I’m thinking of flying back with you so you can help me look.” He didn’t say anything. “Is that okay?”

He looked up from his food, a garlic noodle hanging out of his mouth. “I have a present for you.” He said after wiping his mouth. He seemed nervous.

I frowned, “Okay.”

Keep reading