A/N: people liked it! I'm going to make it a Hogwarts student, so sorry to those who wanted Harry/ Leo. I'm actually leaning toward Harry/Draco, or even Harry/Lucius (You would never guess that I love Slythrin men, would you?), if I can find a way to make it work, but Harry will stay single for the majority of the tour. I have my reasons, and he is actually a virgin. :D
Chapter 2
Harry woke, warm and comfortable. He sat up slowly, starting to panic when he found he couldn't. He looked up into Ruby's unfocused face. "Leo, Sting, you can let him up now." Ruby said, and Harry felt his hands and feet released. He sat up, not bothering to ask why they had held him down. He really didn't care anyway.
He stood, stretching like a cat, yawning. He scratched his stomach, accidentally pulling his shirt up. He smiled at his bandmates, stumbling out of the garage and into the kitchen, where Green Day was sipping coffee. He grabbed a cup out of a cabinet and poured black coffee into it.
He sipped it, groaning slightly. Sting's mum smiled and offered him toast smeared with melted dark chocolate, his favorite food. Harry smiled gratefully and ate it, licking his fingers clean and smiling at the band. "You're here early." He commented, and Tre laughed.
"It's actually about ten." He remarked, and Harry grunted in response. "Have a point." He said. Downing another cup of coffee, he yelled into the garage. "Get your sorry butts in here this second!" He called, and Sting appeared, looking disgruntled.
"Whatcha want?" He asked, his eyes falling on Green Day. "Tell me that Billie Joe, Mike Dirnt, and Tre Cool are sitting in my kitchen and I'm not hallucinating." He said, and Harry laughed saying "Yeah they are."
"I'll be right back." He mumbled, walking to the bathroom. Harry watched him before walking back to the garage and getting Ruby and Leo. The three went into the kitchen, where Green Day was waiting.
"Now, what do you need?" Harry asked politely, and Ruby nodded, setting her coffee cup of the table. "Well, the tour starts tomorrow, and you need to be at this address by seven in the morning." Billie said, handing the group a sheet of paper.
Harry scanned the address, and asked "What do we take with us?" Billie looked at Tre, nodding.
"Well, clothing, and any personal things, any makeup you might wear, shoes, ect." Tre said, and Harry looked at his friends, smiling to himself. Rube, can I meet you at your house tomorrow?" He asked, and Ruby nodded. "We should all meet there, and go to the meeting place from there." Ruby said, laughing as Sting shoved a whole bagel into his mouth.
"MMMM….Okay." Sting said, swallowing noisily. Harry laughed and mock-saluted his bandmates. "Well, I have to go shopping." He said, walking from the kitchen and out into the bright sunlight.
He got on his motorcycle and drove to his little apartment to pack. "Well," He muttered to himself "Let's start with clothes, shall we?" he asked himself, packing his clothes onto a trunk.
He finished with his trunk over half full. He then packed his other possessions. He finished by throwing his boots into the trunk. He hummed as he shut it and walked out of his house, grabbing his cash from the wall safe.
He left the apartment building, humming a song he sang. He went back to Sting's house, where Ruby and Sting were waiting. "Well, Leo needs to get here and we will leave for the meeting spot first tomorrow.
"Like I said, I'm going shopping. I'm almost out of my special stuff." Harry announced, and Ruby laughed at Harry's name for cover-up. She didn't blame him for giving it a name like that, cover-up sounded so fake.
So Harry left, coming back a half-hour later. The group was upstairs. He went upstairs to see his friends watching a movie. Billy Madison, if he wasn't mistaken. It turned out to be that movie, and Harry laughed at all the funny parts. He especially liked the penguin parts. (A/N: Anyone who has seen this movie knows what I'm talkin' bout, right?"
So Harry watched Adam Sandler movies until nightfall. He watched as Ruby went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. She came out in a green mask, and Leo pretended to be afraid. She smacked his head. Leo pretended to be hurt. Sting laughed.
Harry watched. He was separate for a moment. He felt an odd presence at the back of his head. It was gone a second later, and he listened to the people around him avidly. He took a moment to catch up with the thread of conversation, apparently Ruby was telling the group about the first time she met Harry.
"He was all bruised up and was bleeding from all sorts of nasty cuts. He was also really shy, he wouldn't say two words to me. I eventually got him to talk to me, of course, that wasn't until I saved him from Dudley. I got that fat pig good, didn't I Harry?"
Harry nodded, "You sure did. It was almost as good as the ton tongue toffee incident the summer before fourth year."
Of course, since he had to bring that up, he had to explain to everyone what happened and that story had them laughing so hard they were crying. Leo beckoned Harry over, pulling him into his lap. Ruby cooed before insinuating that Harry and Leo were dating.
Leo just laughed, and Harry leaned back into him. Oh, how he hated waiting. But there was no way around it. Ruby had to wash off her mask, and she came back in.
Leo hid behind his hands before timidly asking if the green stuff had attacked her brain. She smacked him upside the head, and Leo laughed.
"Nope, she's fine." He said, and the entire group laughed. Harry looked at the clock. It was ten.
"We should get a little sleep." He said, yawning widely. Leo smiled at him and helped him settle on the bed. Sting wasn't protesting, as his futon was comfortable.
Leo settled on the bed with Harry, who snuggled into him. He was deeply asleep within ten minutes. Leo looked at him, noting how peaceful he looked.
He thought about how much he knew of Harry, before drifting into a light sleep.
He dreamed, the dream he had gotten constantly for a year. It was like tugging on his heart. He would be sitting on a black sofa, with someone behind him.
He would turn, and see the other boy, but never his face. It bothered him to no end, and he wished he didn't remember them in the morning.
A/N: anyone who can guess what his dream means will get an invisible inedible cookie. Ok? Review!