This is a drabble for @haloeverlasting based on yesterday’s real life events when I got home from work. Additionally it is soft, no smut abo for @lululawrence and @londonfoginacup. It’s 1500 words (is that really a drabble? Probably not.) So I put some under a cut.
Harry’s favorite thing to do at the end of the day was get into his bed. It was a beautiful, fluffy, white, luxurious bed. The rest of his apartment was about two square feet and he barely had room to fit the rest of his stuff, but he had his bed.
After a long, draining day of work selling tickets to ungrateful, entitled museum visitors, all Harry wanted to do was climb into the soft cloud and read or play around on his computer, and relax.
On this particular day, that was exactly what he did; pulled the covers back, plugged his dying phone into his extra long charger cord so he could flip over if he wanted to, and settled in to read the new gay Young Adult novel that was supposed to be the next big thing.
Can I lay by your siiiiiiiide…
He was half a chapter in before Sam Smith’s smooth vocals burst through the neighborhood. There were so many buildings clustered together, it was impossible for him to tell where it was coming from.
Alright, sure. Harry thought to himself. He liked Sam Smith. He didn’t love that the person was blasting it at full volume, but okay.
Once his ears had adjusted to the new disturbance in the air, he settled back under his duvet. “Lay Me Down” finished, and “Stay With Me” began.
Just the album, then. In the Lonely Hour.
Oh, won’t you staaaay with me?
Harry sighed, and picked his book up again. His reading was slower than normal, because of the distractions, so he only got a few more paragraphs under his belt before the thumping drum of “I’m Not the Only One” vibrated through the building.That was some sound system they had.
You saaaaaay I’m crazy, ‘cause you don’t think I know what you’ve done…
Fully distracted now, Harry let his mind wander. This song always made him think of the music video with Diana Agron looking every bit the fifties housewife and her gorgeous acting and eventual revenge. Genius. Maybe he should watch it.
Harry shook his head and picked up his book again. Okay. He could do this. Victorian England. Boys. Best friends on their Grand Tour of Europe.
The song faded out, and there were a few bursts of sound that indicated the person was skipping tracks. Pick one already.
Finally, a familiar piano melody began.
I heard… that you’re settled down…
Harry slammed his book shut. That was it. They brought out the big guns. Adele.