Five minutes alone. That was all he needed; five minutes to himself.
He climbed the stairs to his flat, his bags hanging from each of his hands with the last of his strength. He was exhausted. His bones ached, his muscles ached, even his head ached. He stepped off the last step of the staircase, and sighed in relief as he stopped in front of the familiar door with the familiar number 6 on it; the one he hadn't seen in months and months. He almost laughed when he realised he'd been dreaming about this particular door, and what lay behind it; his bed, his shower, his clothes, his food; his, all his.
He pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it open with his shoulder as he dragged his bags into the entrance of his flat, dropping them to the floor and leaning back on the door as it shut. He sighed happily, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the moment.
He'd spent 8 months with the team; 243 days of the World Cup tour, travelling around Europe with the English side. This was the first time he'd set foot in his flat in all that time, the first time he'd been home, the first time he was going to sleep in his own bed and make his own meal; horribly overcooked and would probably make him ill, but at least it would be his own. He smiled to himself, he loved playing for the team; but eight months was a long time to be away from home.
He picked up his bags once again and walked into the living room, frowning slightly at the sight before him. So much for five minutes alone… Sirius Black was wearing only his underwear as he was seated on James' couch, eating cereal and watching the muggle television Remus had bought James as a housewarming gift.
"What are you doing here?" James groaned, placing his bags down again before leaning on the doorframe tiredly.
Sirius looked over at James and grinned with a mouthful of cereal, small amounts of milk spilling from the sides of his mouth as he did, "Oh hey Prongs." Sirius managed to say through the half chewed cereal. James sighed and raised his eyebrows expectantly,
Sirius swallowed his breakfast and said happily, "Didn't know you were coming home today! Welcome home, mate!" Though excited to see him, Sirius seemed to be having trouble tearing his attention away from the television set.
"You don't live here." James reminded him, shaking his head with a chuckle as he ran his hand through his hair – deciding that once he was rested he needed a shower to wash the mop of hair, "I'm going to go have a sleep. Wake me later, we'll go get some lunch or something." James said with a small yawn, leaving his bags where they were and headed for his room.
When he pushed the door open, he found the room littered with Sirius' clothes and belongings. James groaned as he pushed a pile of clothes off his bed and onto the floor; maybe he had wanted five minutes to himself, but he was at least a little bit glad to know that Sirius hadn't changed while he was gone. He smiled to himself and pulled his pillow underneath his head,
"It's good to be home." He muttered to himself before he lost his battle with consciousness.
A/N: Hey, so I started writing this a while ago and I didn't want to post it but I figured that I may as well. Be warned that my track record for doing updates is pretty atrocious, so I apologise in advance and hope that posting three chapters straight up will make it bearable? I'm not great with AU's so advice or tips or ideas would be greatly appreciated xo