this one person just saved one of my pins of a yellow ukulele to a hunk character board… how could we have been so blind? just imagine him strumming mindless little tunes on a lazy sunday morning, with lance’s head laying on his lap. then all of them humming to a song he plays while they are just doing their own thing. Lance and Pidge ironically singing wonderwall. Keith forcing Hunk to learn some twenty one pilots songs. Him smiling and softly singing along to house of gold with hunk.
Hunk plays the uke, sorry I don’t make the rules.
The envelope had remained untouched on the counter for nearly a week.
Every time he looked at the stupid piece of white paper an immense pain clouded over him like he lived in Seattle and there was no chance of him ever seeing the sun again.
The only thing she had left behind was the letter and a cardboard box with his name scribbled across the front in her messy handwriting.
The two objects had been taunting him for the past week, surely collecting dust by now.
As he took another sip from the bottle clutched tightly in his hand, the cool amber liquid provided him with a small amount of relief he was craving.
Extending his legs onto the coffee table, he squinted his eyes as he flipped through the channels, the only source of light in his dark apartment being that of the muted television he had been staring at for the past 3 days.
Harry, Ron and Hermione are at a muggle club. How
they had Harry agree to this is still a mystery to him. He is not
feeling it. At all. He is standing awkwardly in the middle of the
dance floor, while people keep bumping into him. It would be easier
to just dance, like the rest of them, but there is no way in hell!
Instead, he watches Ron and Hermione dance in a tight embrace. He
blushes as they start snogging like there’s no tomorrow. Bloody
fantastic! The music changes and some dude starts singing something
about love being like a bomb. Ron and Hermione seem to agree. Harry
sighs and wishes he could vanish on the spot. But disapparating in
the middle of a muggle crowd would probably end in a hearing at the
Ministry. Head Auror or not.
He looks around, trying to ignore the
fact that he’s basically standing there all alone like some idiot.
That’s when he sees it. Across the room, barely visible. But he would
spot it anywhere. A wisp of blond hair. His heart starts beating
faster. No, it can’t be. Not here. He narrows his eyes, tries to see
past the sea of people. He starts to move forward unconsciously,
pushing people gently but firmly out of his way. And then he stops
dead. Because this has to be some kind of trick. An optical illusion
of some sort. It can’t possibly be true. Draco Malfoy, embraced by a
muggle girl, moving carelessly to the music. His hands are on her
waist, while her arms are thrown around his neck. They’re grinding
their hips together in an almost obscene way. Harry can’t look away.
He has to swallow around the lump in his throat as Malfoy moves his
hands up and down the girl’s waist. Harry can only see her from the
back, but that doesn’t matter, because he can see Malfoy’s face. His
lips twitch in a little smirk, his eyes are closed. He seems to be
utterly consumed. Harry is shocked. He didn’t anticipate to see
someone he knows tonight. Let alone Malfoy. Like this. And he
certainly didn’t anticipate how that would make him feel. All weirded
out and confused.