Little Things | °•Perciver•° [ON HOLD]

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Did I use a picture of Cavetown because I couldn't find a picture that reminded of the way I imagine Percy? Yes. Am I going to regret it because people are going to think this is a Cavetown related book? I don't know. Probably.

Anyway,

Just like I said in the description, I want to say thank you for the ideas. Well, I really hope you'll like this story.

Also, I'd feel bad if I didn't give any credit for this specific idea, so yeah, credit to (again, yes) for the idea of using Little Things by One Direction as a base for this book.

From now on in my books, I'm going to be writing a modern or ancient Greek word or two at the beginning of each chapter that is associated with it. I just think we have such a beautiful language with such lovely words, and I want to bring that back, because people here in Greece seem to forget it.

Now, without further ado, let's get into it.

(Just to clarify something, they are not together yet.)

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[Slight cussing]

Meraki (μεράκι)

[me-ra-ki]

(n.) To do something with soul, creativity, passion, or love; to put something of yourself in your work.

"We're finally done!" Oliver exclaimed as he flopped down on the sofa.

"We just brought the boxes inside, Ollie. We still have to unpack." Percy said gesturing at the room which was full with boxes and things wrapped up in bubble wrap, then sitting down next to him.

That nickname still gave him butterflies.

"Oh, well.", Oliver awnswered with a shrug of his shoulders. After a a few seconds of silence he spoke again. "I'm hungry."

"Eat, then."

"What? There is no food in the house apart for a bag of crisps that are burried in a box somewhere in here. We haven't gone grocery shopping yet, remember?"

Instead of awnswering, Percy shifted from where he was sitting, grabbed the keys from the table and shook them infront of Oliver's face.

"There's no way I'm going out right now."

"Well, you'll have to find those crisps then.", Percy told him as he got up and dissapeared between the piles of boxes.

Oliver groaned. There was no way he was getting up, no matter how hungry he was.

He thought for a moment. Maybe he could accio it. What could go wrong with that?

He got his wand from where it was sitting on the table and flicked it whispering 'Accio crisps'.

There was a suffling noise and then a bang. Well, that didn't go according to plan.

"What was that?!"

"Nothing! Just, a box; dropped it.", Oliver yelled back as he stood up, seeing Percy speed-walk in the room as well.

Percy looked at the box that he had dropped.

"You tried to accio the crisps, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah-"

"You could've broken something."

"Yeah, but I didn't."

"Only because there wasn't something breakable in the box."

"The result is what matters, though."

Percy stared at him like a dissapointed parent before shaking his head slightly and going back to whatever he was doing.

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After he finished picking up all the cutlery and bowls that had fallen out of the box in his attempt to accio the crisps, Oliver went over to Percy's room to find him doing work, again.

"What're you doin'?"

"Signing some papers from work."

"You got two days off and you're going to spend it doing work?"

"Well, what'd you like me to do?"

"I d'know..."

They spent several minutes in silence, Percy signing papers and Oliver counting the freckles on his face.

"We can paint the walls in the living room!"

"What?", Percy asked, laughing slightly as he looked at Oliver.

"I said, we can paint the living room. We have the paints, and the brushes. Hm?" Oliver explained, looking at Percy with pleading eyes.

Percy just stared back at him for a few seconds.

"Alright."

"Wait, really?", Oliver asked excitedly.

"Well, we'll have to do it eventually anyway, won't we?", Percy answered.

"Yes! I'll go get the paints!", Oliver exclaimed and ran out of the room.

Percy just shook his head smiling.

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They had almost finished doing a second coat when Oliver accidentally dropped a can of yellow paint.

"Oliver!"

"It's alright- I'll clean it up.", Oliver assured him and ran in the kitchen to get a cloth.

"Here." He said as he finished cleaning up and placed the can back on the parchment.

"All clean." Oliver breathed, leaning on the wall with his hand.

"No, don't-! Don't touch, the wall..."

Oliver pulled his hand away. There it was, a yellow handprint on the wall.

He smiled awkwardly at Percy, who was just looking at him looking done with his life.

"Well... I mean, we can-"

"What? Draw a fish out of it?"

"No, but we can paint more handprints on the wall?"

"Well, that's not a bad idea..."

"Great!"

And that's how they started technically high-fiving the wall, splashing each other with paint and laughing.

Needless to say, it was quite a nice day.