Another Saturday Night-Taron Egerton (unedited)

Chapter One

"From this evening I must give the British people a very simple instruction," Boris Johnson spoke into the camera, his hands crossed on the table in front of him, "you must stay at home."

Taron stared at the TV that sat on the wall above the fireplace and refused to look elsewhere. You were sitting with your legs crossed on the sofa next to him with your eyes on him. From where you were, you could see his heart pounding in his chest, the material of his t-shirt shifting with each beat. It was weirdly calming, being able to see someone's heart beating in their chest, knowing that they are living and with you.

His right thumb rubbed circles onto the pad of his left index finger. It was an easy way to tell that he was nervous. He'd been the same for as long as you could remember. He didn't know what the next three weeks–at the very least–would have in store for everyone. Sure, he'd already done what he'd been advised from the beginning and washed his hands regularly and stopped hanging out with his friends, but this was completely different.

Without actually using the word, Boris Johnson had put the entirety of the UK on a lockdown to try and combat the effects of Covid-19 with no real information on what it would entail. During his speech, he said that the measures would be in place for three weeks to start with but both you and Taron knew that it would be for far longer. Too many people still weren't taking the situation seriously and continued to meet up with friends and family, potentially infecting thousands of other people.

The only reason that Taron and yourself were together and not isolating was that your car broke a few months before and you hadn't had the money to get a new one before that point. Taron offered to take you to Aber and promised you somewhere to stay while you were isolated to make sure you hadn't contracted anything.

And you were thankful that you'd already decided to make the drive back to be closer to your families in Aberystwyth but you were worried because you weren't actually with your families. You decided that holding up in Taron's flat was best for a week before heading to your parent's houses, not expecting to be put on lockdown.

Neither of you were sure what to do for the best. You were pretty sure that you would still be able to make it back to your family homes because you would be able to walk with your bags and not even need to touch the car. However, neither of you knew if you were a carrier of the virus and it would mean that you'd have to isolate on your own for a week even if you did go home.

"Taron," you spoke softly, your head tilted to the right so that you could look at him a little easier, "are you alright?"

He stayed with his eyes glued to the TV even though he wasn't paying attention to it. "It's just all becoming real now, isn't it? Before it was just us washing our hands to keep safe but now? Now we're on a nationwide lockdown and things are all a little up in the air."

Your lungs filled with air before expelling it with a loud sigh. You understood how he felt completely. There'd been times where you'd joked about how much you were washing your hands, obnoxiously singing for 20 seconds as you did. In fact, you'd turned it into a competition with Taron to see who could come up with the better song ideas.

But now it was really real. Now you had to stay inside to protect not only yourself but everyone else who you would come in contact with. Now, you could only leave the house once a day for up to one hour to go for a walk. And you could only go to the shops for absolute essentials (which were hard to find with the number of people who'd already bulk bought everything). No more could you nip into your mums for a cuppa while you're home to catch up with her properly.

It was all suddenly very, very real and you weren't 100% sure how to process all of it. On the norm, you would definitely make a joke and play it off with sarcasm but that felt wrong. There was a dark cloud overhead that wouldn't leave you alone despite your pleads for it to. It felt like your life was raining continuously around you almost as if it was winter despite it being the start of spring.