the angels | w2s

happily

"harry?" i asked, pacing down the white, white room.

"yes?"

"will you entertain m— not like that!"

harry snorted at me in a way that told me he wasn't putting it on. "what would you like to do?"

"what can we do?" i sighed. all there was in this damn room was walls. walls and a floor. walls, a floor, and harry and i. all in blinding white apart from myself — but i guess my artificial hair made up for what i lacked clothing wise.

"you can sing to me. i hear your a good singer."

"who told you that?" i snapped, jumpy and nervous.

"wouldn't you like to know?"

"yes! yes, i would, actually!"

"sing to me, merry, please?"

i opened my mouth wordlessly.

what even was harry?

just another dead dude? we just got lumped in the same room?

but i couldn't ask him that, just like i wouldn't want him to ask me.

"please?"

"what song?" i gave in, walking towards him. his back was against the wall, his body on the floor, legs pulled to his chest and arms locking them. i slid down the wall and joined him.

"any."

"any?"

"any."

"it's awkward, don't look at me."

"turn away if you have to," he countered.

"fine," i scooted forward a little and spun in the opposite direction. "i — uh — right."

just stop your crying
it's a sign of the times
welcome to the final show
hope you're wearing your best clothes
you can't bribe the door on your way to the sky
you look pretty good down here
but you ain't really good
if we never learn, we been here before
why are we always stuck and running from
the bullets?
the bullets
we never learn, we been here before
why are we always stuck and running from
the bullets?
the bullets

harry's legs had appeared on either side of me. i was too busy singing to care. in fact, when he started playing with my hair, i was feeling feelings i'd never really felt before. good feelings.

just stop your crying
it's sign of the times
we gotta get away from here
we gotta get away from here
just stop your crying
it'll be alright
they told me that the end is near
we gotta get away from here
just stop your crying
have the time of your life
breaking through the atmosphere
and things are pretty good from here
remember everything will be alright
we can meet again somewhere
somewhere far away from here

harry kissed the top of my head. it'll be alright.

maybe it would.

even if i was dead.