chris harwood

[dancingchris]

I’ll cover you | closed

[dancingchris]

starchildwaiting :

“Chris!” Elliott’s voice was hoarse as he struggled to push himself out of the covers, bedhead prominent and sweatpants the ones full of holes and only patched up partially that he only wore when feeling particularly shitty. Usually even at home he wouldn’t be caught dead in something that was so far from fashion friendly.

When he failed and dropped back down he pouted a little but turned on his side to watch Chris. “That sounds amazing. How are you so good at taking care of me? You’re going to have to help me up, though, I think my body might be in some form of sick paralysis,” he said sagely.

Chris watched as he struggled with a small sympathetic frown. He knew Elliott was stretching himself too thin and it was about time he intervened. So once his friend gave up wrestling with the sheets, he steppped in, gently tugging the offending fabric from around Elliott and pulling it aside, helping the man lie on his back again. “There you go. Please try not to hurt yourself” He said softly brushing his hair off his forehead. Somewhere in his mind a little voice said he should hold back from showing emotion or else Elliott would figure out he had a crush on him, but his heart yelled back he’s hurting I help. “And this is just your body complaining you’ve been tiring it out, Elliott. It just need a little care and it’ll be fine” he smiled and picked up the remote control, offering it to the man “Pick a movie? I’ll grab our tea and I’ll be with you in no time.” He said with smile going back to the kitchen and coming back with two steamy mugs and a bottle of vitamins and cold medicine he offered to Elliott before putting their mugs down and sliding under the covers with him “So? What are we watching?”

[dancingchris]

I’ll cover you | closed

Chris was worried. He could hear Elliott sneezing and coughing on the other side of the wall, it’s been going on for a few days now. There wasn’t much he could do about it, he knew it. Elliott had spent the week studying tirelessly for a test and had gotten sick in the middle of it. Now he had come back from class, test finished and done with, and it was time for Chris to get to work.

“Hey” he said softly, head popping through the doorway to watch Elliott getting inside “I’m making tea and I found this really cool soup delivery place I thought we could try... Wanna take a shower, so we can cuddle and watch movies?” he asked with a soft smile. 

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Private || Coming Home

[dancingchris]

starchildwaiting :

“We won’t get kicked out of here! I wouldn’t let it happen. Old broad needs to calm herself down before she has a heart attack.” The pout was the biggest weapon in Elliott’s arsenal, and it was one he didn’t hesitate to pull out when he needed to. “I missed you too. Going home seems so pointless when you’re here, it’s so much less fun.” The sappiness seemed to come easily, and he was going to say it was because of how long he’d known Chris. Instead of putting him down he ran a little faster, finally dropping him down on the couch with his biggest grin. “Say uncle!”

Chris was giggling before he even noticed, rolling his eyes at the pout and leanig in to press a kiss to Elliott’s neck.”Silly” was all he said with a smile, blush high on his cheeks. He yelped when the man picked up the pace and then again when he was rudely thrown like a pig on the couch “Mean!” he said grabbing a cushion from the couch and throwing it to Elliott’s direction. “And for the record? You missed a RuPaul’s Drag Race marathon while you were gone” he said as if it was an accusation “I’m not that great at commenting without you” he waited until the other was close enoough and grabbed his wrist, pulling him to the couch with him and fluidly moving to straddle him playfully “Now tell me, what did I miss?”

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Private || Coming Home

[starchildwaiting-blog]

dancingchris:

Chris chuckled when he heard Elliott moving around, shouting and calling for him. He peered through the window, sitting on the firescape steps, grinning at the sight. With a swift movement he jumped back inside, a bright smile on his lips “I swear even the old lady in the first floor can hear you, Elliott!” He teased when he jumped on his back, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck in an impromptu and possibly involuntary piggyback ride “And what were you doing in my bedroom? Haven’t we talked about boundaries?” He chuckled, joking. If there were ever boundaries, they’d probably involve not jumping your roommate. Non sexually, of course.

Originally posted by logan-and-stuff

“Then she needs to stop being so nosey!” Elliott called back before realizing the man was already behind him, immediately moving his hands under Chris’s thighs so he can boost him up even further, giving him the brightest grin over his shoulder. “Of course we have, but what’s mine is yours soooo…. goes both ways right?” Did he really think his innocent look was going to work on Chris? Of course not, but that didn’t stop Elliott from pulling off the most epic pout as he got a tight hold on the other’s legs and half-ran around the bedroom and out into the living room, hoping he could make Chris squeal.

Originally posted by dailylambert

[dancingchris]

Chris giggled like a child when Elliott called the nosy old lady out, making him blush and quickly mutter a "Shhh! You know she's friends with the landlord! And I can't get kicked out of here, I happen to really like this apartment!" He teased, laughing at the sight of Elliott's pout "You're lucky you're cute and I missed you, you know" he said rolling his eyes. Once Elliott started running, Chris shrieked, holding tighter around his neck "Elliott! Come on, let me down!"

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Private || Coming Home

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dancingchris:

Chris chuckled when he heard Elliott moving around, shouting and calling for him. He peered through the window, sitting on the firescape steps, grinning at the sight. With a swift movement he jumped back inside, a bright smile on his lips “I swear even the old lady in the first floor can hear you, Elliott!” He teased when he jumped on his back, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck in an impromptu and possibly involuntary piggyback ride “And what were you doing in my bedroom? Haven’t we talked about boundaries?” He chuckled, joking. If there were ever boundaries, they’d probably involve not jumping your roommate. Non sexually, of course.

Originally posted by logan-and-stuff

“Then she needs to stop being so nosey!” Elliott called back before realizing the man was already behind him, immediately moving his hands under Chris’s thighs so he can boost him up even further, giving him the brightest grin over his shoulder. “Of course we have, but what’s mine is yours soooo…. goes both ways right?” Did he really think his innocent look was going to work on Chris? Of course not, but that didn’t stop Elliott from pulling off the most epic pout as he got a tight hold on the other’s legs and half-ran around the bedroom and out into the living room, hoping he could make Chris squeal.

Originally posted by dailylambert

[dancingchris]

Chris giggled like a child when Elliott called the nosy old lady out, making him blush and quickly mutter a "Shhh! You know she's friends with the landlord! And I can't get kicked out of here, I happen to really like this apartment!" He teased, laughing at the sight of Elliott's pout "You're lucky you're cute and I missed you, you know" he said rolling his eyes. Once Elliott started running, Chris shrieked, holding tighter around his neck "Elliott! Come on, let me down!"

[starchildwaiting-blog]

Private || Coming Home

Elliott dropped his bag in the middle of their dorm room and spread his arms wide before dropping down hard on his bed. “I HAVE ARRIVED!” It was exclaimed to an empty room, which surprised him, so he pushed back up and peered into first Chris’s bed and then the bathroom, trying to find the other man. “CHRIS WHERE ARE YOU HIDING!” Shouted the words out to the room like they would somehow help him find his roommate, who he had definitely been looking forward to seeing after a long Christmas vacation.

[dancingchris]

Chris chuckled when he heard Elliott moving around, shouting and calling for him. He peered through the window, sitting on the firescape steps, grinning at the sight. With a swift movement he jumped back inside, a bright smile on his lips "I swear even the old lady in the first floor can hear you, Elliott!" He teased when he jumped on his back, wrapping his arms around the other's neck in an impromptu and possibly involuntary piggyback ride "And what were you doing in my bedroom? Haven't we talked about boundaries?" He chuckled, joking. If there were ever boundaries, they'd probably involve not jumping your roommate. Non sexually, of course.

[dancingchris]

about christopher

Apart from the excessive imagination, Chris had always had the ability of empathy, putting himself in the place of people even when it wasn't needed. Maybe that was why he was sure the story of Billy Elliot, even if written decades before his birth, was written with his life as inspiration.  

Back in Ohio, he lived with his dad, an ex military, homophobic and religious,  and his older brother, Charlie, who was a bully and a douche. When he was eight he questioned his dad about liking boys and ever since he had been out in every "manly" activity his father was able to find. In boxing they weren't able to punch the gay out of him though. or drown it with swimming classes or sweat it out at trekking - though the last helped realise how limited asthma made him.

His heart, however, was taken already by a completely different activity: dancing. He was, overall, a particularly clumsy person, tripping on his own feet, bumping into walls and finding mysterious bruises on his fair skin when he woke up in the morning, but when he heard music, nothing made him happier. Having the sound travel trough his veins, the melody expressed through his movements, that was the best feeling and what he wanted to do with his life. Without the knowledge of his family, he took dancing lessons. Camouflaged as journalism club meetings and math extra classes, he danced his way through ballroom dance, hip hop, ballet, jazz, until he found his calling in contemporaneous dance. 

When the time came, Chris applied to dance schools all across the country, being accepted in a few, plus the business school his dad wanted him to go. What he wasn't expecting was an acceptance letter from the best college in the country. The decision to go wasn't hard to make when, during the enlightening college talk with his family his dad said if he got into a plane to go there he didn't need to come back while his brother repeated that he had always known just how much of a fa**ot his baby brother was.

Chris got into the plane and did not look back.