Diggy Diggy One-Shots(Yogs and Hatfilms)

Parvill (SFW)

TW: Nuns. 

Title: ~Room On The 3rd Floor~

The heat from the day was ever-present in the darkening sky as Will parked the car outside the off-white hotel building, vines growing up the roughly white-washed walls and the dirt and grime of many years disrepair obvious on the slightly sketchy-looking building. Will shot Parv a look as the darkhaired man positively bounded up to the open double doors, pushing them open and turning back to Will.

‘C’mon then Strife! Don’t be shy!’ He called, running back to the man and grabbing his hand, tugging him towards the building.

‘Are- Are you sure, Parvis? This doesn’t look like the hotel you showed me online…’ Will said suspiciously, standing firm against Parv’s pull.

‘That’s because it’s not. That Hotel was so expensive and all posh. So I booked us this one instead!’ Parv said happily, his face falling as he saw Will’s uneagerness.

‘You could’ve just checked with me first! This place looks like a dive…’ Will said, still refusing to follow Alex inside. 

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, Strife! This place looks great!’ Parv replied enthusiastically, pulling hard on Will’s hand and finally dragging him inside the building.

It didn’t get much better once inside. The ceiling of the lobby was covered in stains of damp, the wallpaper peeling away from the grimy walls and the cheap lino floor looking like it was in need of a good sweeping. Parv literally towed Will to the reception desk, where a girl of perhaps 19 was sat, tapping away at the computer with bitten nails and a sour expression on her face. She grumpily thrust an old key at the pair, with a muttered ‘Enjoy your stay’ before returning her attention to the computer. Parv grinned at Will enthusiastically, almost running towards the dingy lift. It creaked and groaned as Parv hit the call button, the doors unwillingly pulling open to reveal a filthy lift car, the buttons greasy and the floor dirty. 

As they left the lift, the upstairs wasn’t much better. The carpet was covered in suspicious stains as the pair walked down the narrow corridor towards their room, the door missing a number and the door handle grimy. Will pulled his jumper sleeve over his fingers as he put his hand on the door handle, pushing it open.

The room was a little better than the rest of the hotel, the carpet less stained and the ceiling missing the same damp stains of the lobby downstairs. The sheets looked cleanish, and the bathroom smelt reassuringly fresh, however the bed creaked as Parv sat on it, loose springs pushing against the material of the mattress. He bounced on the mattress, looking around himself at the room they’d been allocated.

‘Well! This is nice!’ He said, grinning until he saw Strife standing in the doorway, his suitcase still in his tight grip. His jaw was set and his brow furrowed. 

‘No, Parvis, it isn’t. I’m not staying here. If you want to then be my guest, but frankly I’m not staying in this rough-ass hotel room.’ He said, struggling to keep his tone neutral.

‘Wha-What do you mean? Where are you going?’ Parv asked, the disappointment in his voice almost making Will change his mind.

‘Home.’ Will said shortly, turning and walking out of the room. Parv stood up as if to go after him, then thought better of it. If Will was in a bad mood then he was best to be left on his own.  Parv laid back on the lumpy mattress, sniffing hard and trying to get comfortable.

Will walked out of the hotel and unlocked his car, throwing his suitcase in the boot and walking around to the driver’s side door. He sat down and leant his head on the steering wheel, his face in his hands. How could even Parv manage to fuck this up? He even gave him the hotel and everything. Looking up, he caught sight of the dark haired man on the 3rd floor of the building, pulling the curtains shut against the streams of fading light as the sun set. What was he doing?

Maybe the hotel was a dive. Maybe the room wasn’t as luxurious as he’d dreamt, but what was he doing here, sitting in his car, alone? Pushing the door open and grabbing his suitcase once more, he almost sprinted back to the hotel and into the lift, pressing the up button constantly until the lift creaked to a halt and grudgingly opened its doors. Opening the door to their room, Parv was sat on the bed, his eyes red and his arms wrapped around himself. Strife felt a pang of guilt at the sight, pushing the door closed behind him and sittting beside Alex, putting an arm around his shoulder. The sound of a couple arguing upstairs was audible through the thin walls and the constant dripping of a tap could be heard from the ensuite bathroom as Will pulled Parv into his body, rubbing a comforting hand up and down his back. It may not be perfect, but the room was theirs, and Will was determined to enjoy their stay.