i miss harry and willow :,(
sameeeeeee. apparently i missed them a lot the other day, because i got bored at lunch and wrote this on my phone real quick. it’s not really something i’ll use in down to you so why not share it! set around christmas time, before kings row’s fourth album….it’s super short and not edited so yeah :)
Willow loved walking through the city atnight. When the sun dipped behind all the buildings and the only lights left outsidewere the ones flickering from the lamp posts. The dim glow behind the curtainsof people’s flats. A few scattered neon lights from the pubs on the cornerburned against the backdrop of the night. Cabs wove through the streets,honking at every light and every person on the crosswalk. Music floated throughthe air; buskers in front of the locked-up shops, their voices filling all theempty spaces on the street. There was the dull beat of songs spilling out ofthe open door of the pub, mixing with the sounds of all the people packedinside. The smell of greasy chips and kebabs drifted from the windows of thetakeaway place and made Willow’s stomach groan.
And as she walked down the sidewalk,avoiding all the cracks like she had done when she was little, Willow thoughtshe just might love everything about London.
Burying her face in her knitted scarf,Willow continued down her path. Boots echoing against the concrete as Willowtried to ignore the blister on her ankle. Winter had blanketed the city,skipping over autumn entirely. As if to prove the point, Willow lifted her headand blew out a puff of air. Watching as it steamed and evaporated in front ofher.
Shifting the strap of her guitar, Willowrounded the corner, fumbling in her pocket for keys. Walking up the familiarsteps to the stone buildings. She noted that the paint had started to chip fromthe railing. Lifting the handle, Willow twisted it first to the left and the tothe right before it clicked open. Mail waited for her in a pile inside,quickly, Willow knelt to grab it before making her way up the steps to theirsecond floor flat.
Boots littered the front hallway, as Willowwalked through the door. Jackets hung on the rack close by. Photos scatteredalong the walls. Warmth flooded her body, an ease flowing through her veins.And while Willow loved everything about London, this place might be her favouritepart of the city.
Tossing the mail on the hall table, Willowunwound her scarf and peeled out of her heavy coat. Shaking off the cold fromoutside as she wrapped her arms around her waist, struggling to kick her bootsoff to join the other worn pairs. She almost tripped and images of Nialltripping over them and swearing under his breath at the both of them filledWillow’s head, followed by Alex swatting at him and pointing to the babywrapped up on her chest.
Music filled the room as Willow paused torecognize the song. “Why in god’s name are you listening to The Pogues rightnow?” She yelled, leaning her guitar case against the wall. Padding down thehall, socks slipping slightly as she rounded the corner.
“It’s nearly Christmas.” Harry shouted backas he came into the living room from their bedroom, shrugging into his jacket.
“AndI pray god it’s our last.” Willow said dryly, arching a brow at Harry’sjacket. “You going somewhere?”
“We’re going somewhere.” Harry slid hisphone and wallet into the back of his jeans, walking towards her. “Remember, we’vegot that party tonight, got to play rock star for the night I’m afraid.”
“Fuck.”She sighed. A beat passed between the two of them and out of instinct Willowfelt her body move closer to Harry. Eucalyptus filled her nose, and Willowcracked the smallest smile knowing Harry still used her shampoo. Pulling a dampcurl between her fingers, Willow twisted it around –it was the longest shecould ever remember Harry growing his hair.
Fingers looped in his jeans and her lipspressed to the base of his neck. Chest against his chest, Willow felt Harrypause. Whatever they needed to go do, forgotten for a moment.
“Hi.” Willow grinned against his lips,finding her place against his body.
Rings brushed against her jaw, and Willowcould feel the hardened callouses on the tips of his fingers. “Hey,” Harrymurmured, deepening the kiss. His lips are warm from being inside but stillcracked from the cold outside. But Willow sunk into the kiss, eyes closed shutand breath lodged somewhere in her chest. Harry’s hand settled on her jaw,thumb brushing against her cheek. Tugging on the edges of his jacket, Willowpulled herself closer. Feeling the cool leather through her sweater. Eventuallythey both pull away, lips hovering over each other and foreheads barelytouching. And they do this sometimes –pause and live in the moment where theyare here, they are together. In their flat, with their things that they shared,and both of their favourite teas in the cupboard, and throw pillows on thecouch. Because this is their life now.
“Can’t we just stay home.” Willow hummedagainst Harry’s lips.
Harry’s lips widened into a grin againsthers, “not if you want to sell any albums, we’ve been around a bit, people may be tired of Kings Row.” He dipped his headonce more and bit at her lip, hands falling away from her face.
“Figured as much.” Willow groaned, twisting herfingers in the hem of Harry’s sweater. “Alright let me get dressed, but I’m not wearing a dress I haven’t shaved in ages.”
Harry’s hand swept across her collar,tugging gently at a strand of hair brushing along her shoulders. Chuckling to himself. “That’s mygirl.”
