Londy One Shots

My Angel of Music 🥺

Lonny awoke to sunlight streaming through the window across to his bed... well, not his bed, but it would be for the next few weeks. He was staying in the guest room of Andy's home so that he didn't have to deal with a hotel for that amount of time while they recorded Re-stitch and the duology the band was working on.

He ran a hand over his face groggily, debating whether or not he was willing to actually get up as he grabbed his phone to check the time.

He and Andy didn't have to be at Jake's studio until ten and it was only fifteen after eight, so he wasn't in a huge rush.

The bassist thought about sending Andy a text to see if he was awake, or maybe walk down to the second floor to Andy's bedroom to check wake him up if needed, but decided against it.

Living with Andy was... odd. Not that it was difficult or uncomfortable living with the older man, quite the opposite, that was the thing.

It was easy living with Andy, the frontman was a wonderful host. They never argued- seriously that is-, they joked around, and they liked a lot of the same shows, so picking something to watch was usually simple.

Living with each other on tour was completely different than living with someone in their home. Tour was always go, go, go, and wait, wait, wait. Waking up in a new place every day, but the mundane everyday life of being home was... domestic? Almost?

Lonny didn't know how to describe it in any other way than easy.

Falling into comfortable silences was common for them, the two just enjoying each other's company as they did their own thing.

Lonny glanced up from where he had been quietly playing guitar on the couch, watching as Andy wrote in his notebook, drawing random doodles with furrowed brows as he came up with lyrics.

"What do you got so far?" Lonny found himself asking. He knew Andy didn't like writing in front of people or showing them lyrics before he was finished with them so he doubted he would say yes, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

Andy looked up, seemingly startled from his trance, forgetting Lonny was even there. He considered it for a moment before looking back down at the page once again.

Lonny held back a sigh, sure that Andy wasn't going to share anything with him before Andy's melodic speaking voice broke the silence once again.

"I'm the one you betrayed
Suffocate on the fame
Life eternal spent conjuring your ghost
Here in death I agree
With the selfish and free
Trust is nothing but a knife across your throat." He read aloud, brushing his fingers across the paper before he looked back up at Lonny.

"I- wow." Lonny breathed softly, plucking a random chord on his guitar as he watched Andy. The singer's face was unreadable as he studied the bassist, waiting for something else.

"Wow good or wow 'this is dog shit'?" He asked, half joking, though the underlying truth in his words were obvious. No matter how long he did this, it always put his stomach in knots to show people his lyrics, especially when he hadn't finished them yet.

"How do you do that?" Lonny asked instead, making Andy tilt his head in confusion.

"Do what?" Andy asked.

"Create the most amazing lyrics without even trying." Lonny elaborated, watching as Andy dropped his head, avoiding his gaze as his face flushed slightly, a small smile on his face.

"Shut up." He huffed, refusing to look at the younger man as he went back to writing.

"Okay... it's true though." Lonny said with a smile, going back to playing his guitar.