where: Diagon Alley
who: Logan Buchanan ( @xavecamour )
Oliver was truly, utterly, undeniably - a complete idiot.
“Wear a disguise”, his brothers had said, “you’re going to a very public place and you are going to be bombarded the minute someone recognises you.”
“No,” Oliver had said, idiot that he is, “I’ll take the risk, and, besides, I love meeting our fans.”
“Change your outfit, at the very least,” his older brother had suggested, “Something less...flashy, would be good.”
Oliver hadn’t listened, naturally. And now he wished he had.
Fans are great, they really are - until said fans won’t leave you alone long enough to step into a single store. Oliver had been surrounded by a gaggle of teenage girls the second he’d stepped foot in Diagon Alley, and spent an hour signing autographs and smiling for cameras that had shown up from god alone knows where.
He’d just managed to slip away after, upon having a stroke of genius, he yelled “is that Lorenzo de Rose?!” and pointed in some vague direction. This diverted the attention of his fans long enough for him to turn and run.
He bolted into the nearest side alley - and almost immediately, collided bodily with another person. He let out a soft oof, and found himself clutching the arms of the man he’d run into to avoid falling over. They were nice arms, firm. His fingers itched with the urge to squeeze the muscles beneath his palms.
“Sorry,” he said breathlessly, “I was -”
The words got caught in his throat when he looked up and met the gaze of possibly the most handsome man he’d ever seen.
“Uh,” he said, stupidly.
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