ft. adore ( @adorefm )
despite having only just gotten back home, noel wanted to get out of the house and as far away from the studio as possible. writer’s block, and probably the worse he’s ever experienced. he flips through rows and rows of records, chewing his lower lip. he needed something to spark inspiration, anything. noel’s never been the smoothest, by any means. the minute he looked up and locked eyes with adore, he tripped over his own two feet. “ adore ! hey,” he’s actually glad to see him. the chaos of the festival, he hadn’t had a chance to see him. he smiles, “ how’ve you been, handsome? i thought about calling you but,” he didn’t want to make things weirder than they had to be. but, noel decides not to say that, his voice trailing off.










