Drarry Oneshots

Him Pt. 2

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3k+

Summary: Muggle AU. Set a year and a half after last part. Harry finally reunites with the boy who started his heart on fire in a place he never thought he would. (Mostly song lyrics)

"Are you sure that you want to play this song tonight?" Ron looks over at the frazzled looking Harry. Neville is standing in the corner on his phone, ignoring the two as they bicker back and forth.

"Yes, I'm sure," Harry finally snaps, Ron has been getting on him for the last two hours for changing the setlist last minute. The three of them have barely practiced the song other than when they recorded it. Harry stuck to his word, he wrote the song in less than three hours once he had landed in Chicago. He doesn't even remember if he had slept that night, he never wanted to forget about the blond man.

He remembers the way he had looked, so utterly angelic and also the epitome of everything sinful all wrapped up in those tight jeans. He had never really thought about men that way, but he was like even better than the ecstasy they had taken that day. His grey eyes looking so full of life, his pale blond hair, his pink full lips.

"Hello!" Ron snaps his fingers in front of Harry's face for the third time. Harry glances up at the red head and offers him a small smile.

"Sorry," Harry says feeling the farthest thing from sorry.

"You're not still seriously thinking about that bloke are you? It's been almost two years, I doubt he even remembers you," Ron sighs at the lovesick expression on Harry's face.

"Ouch," Neville mumbles when Harry throws a throw pillow at Ron's face roughly.

"You don't know that! I swear we had this like instant connection! He said he had never felt that way about someone before!" Harry throws his hands in the air dramatically. He paces around the backstage area and ignores the chuckles coming from his best friend.

"I'm sure that he said that to anyone who gave him the time of day, mate," Neville says finally chiming in after looking at the two.

"Yeah, when's the last time you even got laid? Don't tell me it was with him," Ron questions fixing his hair and debating on which shoes would go with his outfit.

"Well," Harry starts, rubbing the back of his neck while staring at the wall. He just hasn't had time to get with anyone in the last two years, they've been busy. Yeah, that's what he's going to tell himself.

"Oh my god," Ron groans and throws a water bottle at the brunet. "You're fucking hopeless."

Harry simply rolls his eyes and flips off the red head.

"Hey, you guys are on in five. The openers just ended their set, get ready!" Hermione says looking down at her stack of papers, she is the only thing that keeps them semi organized. It doesn't help that she feels like she needs to keep the three in line, they'd be completely lost without her.

"Alright, tell dear Harry to stop daydreaming," Ron sticks his tongue out at the brunet who looks like he wants to strangle him. Hermione shakes her head and clicks her tongue in annoyance.

"You guys are about to open for a sold out show in Los Angeles, get it together," Hermione shuts the door leaving the three men to figure themselves out.

"Are you two ready?" Neville asks staring down at his black sneakers and smiling widely. Ron nods his head excitedly staring at the other brunet who adopts a similar excited smile.