Do I Know You? || James Marriott AU

4: Maybe It's My Mind

After a seeming to be long filming session, Will had told James to help him close the video, as he'd always take over at some stage with some kind of iffy joke that no one would get, but Will still let him put in to sate his want. When he had his bit to help close up their Will and Jim, Will had took the opportunity to turn off the camera and monitor, and take the reaction videos off what they were previously viewing for reactions.

"That's a wrap, that was some content." Will says, removing his headphones from his head now and laying them on James' desk, while James took out his wireless earbuds and recoiled them tightly into a bunch. "Reminds me of the old days, when the Luton airport was mentioned as primary."

"Piss off! That's in the past for a reason." Will exclaimed, as he would again have laughter that was soft, not as confident as usual, but there nonetheless.

Will would see this as normal. It was just his mind fucking with him. James might of hit him as one off accident. Because this in front of the northerner was just classic James Marriott.

"But it could come back.. imagine that huh?" James jokes, turning and waving his arms slowly and mysteriously, and would wait for Will's eyes to look to him.

"God forbid.." Will mumbles, biting his lip a bit as he laughs again. But just as he was about to remark any further, a phone ringing cut him off.

"It's probably Jago or Jono, I had to meet up with both of them about band soundcheck soon." James grumbled, swiping his phone from the desk to the ringtone of "Roadkill" by the 1975, which Will didn't know all too well, yet heard James humming any time the song was on. "I'll be back. Whatever you do, don't touch my stuff, and whatever you do, you do not leave my place. That's a rule can't afford to break."

That's when he'd pick up the phone and stop the song playing mid lyric, and chattered away to whoever was on the other end, who seemed like mystery until he'd brought the band up and the muffled response sounded like "I need to get my drums in gear for this." So Jago was on the end of that line.

James would push himself up from his desk, and would replace his glasses on his face which he'd taken off for recording, positioning them on his nose bridge so his view wasn't lopsided. "Besides, Brighton's notorious for its scraps in alleys, there's one by the Guest House Hotel that's not far from the main town.. that's always got police." James would be now moving around the chair he was sat on before while he grabbed his black coat to put over himself for more warmth and layers.

"James I'm 27 for Christ sakes, I don't need ya being like my dad!" Will notes, as James fell unamused with a slight grunt, while he was on the phone.

"Yeah, I'll be there in 10, don't worry Jago. Anyone else gonna be there or is it just a one on one for us two?"

Then another hum after a supposed response, "Great, see you then. Can't wait for this tour man I'm going to love this.. and you too of course."

Will got up from his chair now, so that he could maybe say bye to James to be a bit friendly and a bit more friendly. "Hope it goes well mate, you do deserve it."

"Thanks Will, it's appreciated man." He then grabbed his keys from the side hook, so he could get out, "But please don't leave me.. I do mean it. You're my man, Will and Jim's other half. You promise my office.. become your new home?" He added a chuckle there like it was a satirical joking, making Will think the same.

"I guess it can be my home for a few days, to be fair the ticket's of no bloody use now anyway so why not?"

Then James heard his phone ding with more possibly messages from maybe Jago or some of his other bandmates. "Gotta move, but Will, you know the rules here okay? I'm not going over it twice."