Short Stories

The Memorial Of Rock (Narry)

This is just something to keep everyone going until the prompt I'm working on is done. And because I really like the Eagles and am sad Glenn Frey died. But when I saw Harry and Niall's tweets and instagram posts on how sad they were that he died, I couldn't help but think that if they were together they'd probably be having this cute little memorial service with them remembering him by playing all the Eagles albums. And them singing and dancing and cuddling. So here it is :)

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"Harry!" 

"Harry, oh my god!" The said man looked up from writing in his journal, eyes wide as he whipped his head towards the stairs, seeing his boyfriend of three years come rushing down the stairs with a blanket wrapped around him like a burrito. 

"Why are you up? You should be resting, I could hear your nasty cough from down here." Harry was being the doctor for Niall for these past couple days, and he was surprised Niall was actually getting up and not following his orders to stay in bed. But once Harry saw the blond's glassy, watery eyes meet his, he immediately straightened against the couch in alert. 

"What's wrong babe? Hey calm down." He settled his journal on the coffee table, eyes only focused on Niall as the blond stared into space for a few seconds before slumping onto the couch, burying his head into his hands. 

Harry placed his hand on Niall's shoulders, he shuffled closer till they were hip to hip. He waited patiently for his boyfriend to finally say something, but questions and thoughts were swirling around his head like a storm. That always happened when the love of his life was upset, his body went numb, his breath cold, his brain just a plain wreck. 

Niall finally lifted his head, eyes slightly puffy. He sniffled and let out a horrible, throat ripping cough before speaking with a croak to his voice. 

"Ya' obviously know Glenn Frey, right?" And Harry almost wanted to chuckle, what a silly question that was, the Eagles was one of his all-time favourite bands. And that man was a god on the guitar,  him and the blond knew him and the rest of the band members since they were kids. 

"Of course." He said simply, brows still furrowed in confusion. He still rubbed Niall's back. 

"He-he uhm, he died today." Niall's bottom lip wobbled right after he said that, and Harry froze for a second or two. But then he let out a long, desperate and sad breath of air. Tears were coming to his eyes, like simply turning the tap on at the sentence his boyfriend just said. Immediately memories to when he met them, to when he would sit in his room with Niall sharing earphones as they snuggled and listened to the Eagles on repeat, or way back when he was a kid and whenever he heard Hotel California on the radio, he'd turn it up so loud his mother would yell at him. 

"Shit." He swore, running his fingers through his hair, a tear slipping down his cheek. He let himself break down for a minute or so, and this time it was Niall rubbing his back in comfort. Them both letting the weight hit their shoulders. 

"We should-we should do something. Like a memorial for him. We should listen to all their albums, send out a tweet and instagram a photo each, and then just cuddle on the couch like when we would listen to them on the tourbus." Harry looked up at Niall with blurry eyes, and the blond gave him a shaky smile, nodding. 

"Can I do it first? The tweet and photo?" Niall was already grabbing at his phone from his back pocket, and Harry nodded. The curly lad getting up from his seat to go to their mountain of cd's in the corner of the room, picking out all the Eagles albums and placing them on the coffee table. He stared down at them, contemplating which one should do the honours of starting. 

Niall looked up from his phone, Harry seeing the blond was now on instagram, a black and white photo on the screen of Glenn Frey, ready to be posted.