Aisles

Chapter 21

The first chapter of my band AU fic is out now! Please go bookmark 'Found Me a Lover Who Can Play the Bass' so that you can find the new chapters when they come out - there might be a bit of a wait as I want it to be a little more organised than the publication of this fanfic has been but I promise that will pay off.

That fanfic is on AO3 for now, my username is the same (okayyhmm), however if that will be an issue then let me know. 

Sunday, December 22nd

Remus teetered under the weight of the duffel bags over his shoulder as he made his way down the stairs of James and Sirius' building and towards the running car parked askew on the side of the road.

"I think that's a double yellow, Siri," Remus shouted as he pushed the bags into the boot. Sirius was close behind holding a crate of wine and squeezed in next to Remus as he pushed it into the boot.

"Stop calling me Siri," Sirius rolled his eyes and Remus nudged him playfully,

"Lot in common, you two, both do whatever I say,"

"Only because you are so irresistible," Sirius turned towards Remus and pulled him in for a kiss, his hands reaching up to tug onto Remus' hair.

"We are already late..." Remus murmured against his lips.

"Exactly, what's ten minutes more?"

Eventually, they separated and climbed into the car, SatNav booted up and well on their way out of London.

"So what are they like, then?" Remus was drumming his fingers against the dashboard in tune to the radio. "The Potters?"

"Words can't even describe," Sirius put his hands on his heart dramatically, causing the car to swerve slightly. Remus yelped but Sirius merely grinned and returned his hands to the wheel. "You know how they took me in? At sixteen?" Remus nodded. "They have always worked to make me feel as much of a son as Prongs,"

Remus turned to look at Sirius and smiled. "That's great,"

Sirius nodded. "They, er, know about us, too. I hope that's okay,"

Remus smiled again. "Course,"

The car ride was a few hours long, passed in pleasant conversation and occasional karaoke. Sirius was a... poor driver but he tried his best to drive straight, knowing that Remus was carsick and had to take at least two travel-sickness pills before entering any vehicle that Sirius was at the wheel of. To be fair to him, Sirius was not used to driving cars and had to remind himself that it wasn't a motorbike and he couldn't just nip around fellow drivers.

"It's our one month anniversary tomorrow," Sirius said softly, as they were about fifteen minutes away from the Potter's house.

"Yeah?" Remus grinned. "You got something special planned?"

Sirius hummed noncommittally and smirked slightly.

Remus turned to look out the window and admired the rolling hills and deep green of the landscape; he'd guessed that James had come from wealthy origins, but still hadn't expected the country mansion that had come up when Remus googled the address the night before. In person, it was even more magnificent. There were vines growing across the house, making it seem perfectly overgrown. There were window-boxes, a wreath on the front door and an apple tree off to the left of the front door.

Sirius pulled up alongside the three cars that were already parked outside the house, spraying gravel across the footpath as he did. Remus climbed out of the car and stretched his long limbs, grateful to be breathing fresh air and out of the hell-trap that was a Sirius-Black-driven-car.