Song: "Remembering Sunday" - All Time Low.
Takes place: PostHogwarts.
Summary: She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs, she left him dying to get in.
Remembering Sunday.
Fred sat up abruptly. "Whoaaa," he said. "Head rush."
He heard a sigh next to him. Eyes wide, he saw Angelina Johnson, asleep in his bed.
"Oh, shit," he whispered.
Suddenly, her eyes fluttered opened. She smiled at him. "Morning," she said cheerfully, stretching.
"M-morning," he croaked, still alarmed.
Her eyes grew as wide as his. "Oh, God," she said. "You don't remember anything, do you?"
Slowly, he shook his head.
Hurriedly, she stood up, taking the sheet with her. "Oh, shit, I've gotta go, I mean... I shouldn't be here..."
"Angie, wait," he said, gripping her arm lightly.
She stared at him tears in her eyes.
He took a deep breath. "I'm not entirely sure what happened last night, but, really, I... I liked waking up next... next to you. I mean, it felt good. And, uh, we should... we should try it more often?" He realized just how stupid he sounded at the end of his pointless tangent. Maybe that was still the alcohol talking.
She smiled. "You think?"
He brought her down on the bed beside him and kissed her lightly. Kissing her triggered some blurred memories, skin on skin, parts intertwined, whispered I-love-you's. As they broke apart, he looked into her dark brown eyes. He licked his lips, still tasting her on them.
"Definitely."
All Time Low is one of my most favoritest bands of all time, ahaha.
:D
They're so funny and adorable, and this song is so cute and adorable.
Gah.
Lyrics to the song I'm listening to right now:
No, you won't disarm my heart.
No, you won't disarm my heart.
And the last gift that you will get from me,
Is a combination; I'll have the key.
May all your dreams and wishes come true,
But only if you review!
Ahaa, just kidding.
But, seriously, review?
