Story of my Life: A drarry fanfic

CHAPTER 1

The words on Harry's phone turn into a blur, as he's sucked into his thoughts, which continue to jump, like a toad on a lillypad. The doorbell startles him, even though it rings at the same time, everyday, every week, for the past six months (except for the weekends of course). The sound used to spark a feeling of excitement and flutter in Harry, now he feels nothing.

He moves to open the door, and let's Cormac into their apartment (like clockwork, he wonders why the hell he convinced himself to move in with this- oh right, cause now he has no one to live with), moves to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and gives it to his boyfriend (ugh, why was he in this relationship again, oh right, cause no one else would love him).

Harry sat beside him as he drank his water, getting into his head again(he seemed to be doing that a lot these days). He flinched in surprise as he felt Cormac kissing his neck, shrugging him off in the process.

"What in bloody hell is your problem?" yelled Cormac, making him flinch again.

"I...I'm sorry, you just caught me by surprise"

Cormac sighed, "Well, it doesn't matter now, you've ruined the mood anyway." Harry just stared at the ground.

"Well, I was going to surprise you with some good news, but now I don't think you deserve it." Cormac feigned a huge sigh, looking at the ceiling while pinching the bridge of his nose. Though Harry knew his boyfriend was faking the sigh, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in his gut. He took Cormac's hand and kissed his knuckles, "I'm sorry, please tell me what the good news is?"

His ego sufficiently massaged, Cormac looked at Harry, his eyes excited. "You remember Andy?"

"Anthony Goldstein?" Harry recalled seeing him around in school, although they never really interacted much with each other. He was also Cormac's ex.

"Yeah, he's invited me to Paris for ... uh, what's it called ... that one art festival that happens at night? He has asked me to invite you as well."

"Do you mean Nuit Blanche?" Harry's eyes widened at that, it was one of his biggest dreams as an artist after all, to see the city at night and to witness all that it had to offer. He also made himself ignore the fact that Cormac was still in touch with his ex.

"Yeah, yeah, that one. I was going to say yes, but I think I should say no, with the way you're moping around." Cormac says, looking at his fingernails.

"No, no, please, you know it's always been a dream of mine since I was little!" Harry pleads, making his eyes widen just the way he knows Cormac likes.

"How could I say no to those eyes, my darling. I'll let him know tomorrow morning that you said yes. But for now, don't you think I deserve a little something for making you happy?"

Well, Harry thought, with the mood his boyfriend's in, maybe he might get some pleasure tonight. Boy, was he wrong. But at least he gets to go to Paris!

Hello everyone!

This is my first time trying my hand out in writing anything basically. Hope you all enjoyed it. Would really appreciate comments! Have a nice day.