Autumn (A Tom Odell FanFiction)

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Tom

I stared down a the keys of my piano, my mind blank of all ideas, all inspiration.  My fingers pressed mindlessly down on the keys, playing a simple tune, my head hurt from trying to think of lyrics to go with the tune, it was pertfect the tune, the balance of the notes, the cresendo's everything about the instrumental sections was perfect but I couldn't think of any lyrics.  I slammed my notebook shut and leaned back into my chair massaging my temples in an attempt to calm myself down.  My mind filled with pictures, warmth, wind, leaves falling, pale skin, blue eyes, cigarettes, Autumn.  For a brief moment I had a lyric, not her name, just a though, something strange, rather ridiculous, but made perfect sense in my mind, grow old with me.

I found her Facebook page, I didn't like anything, or friend request her, I just looked through her page then I messaged her:

Me: Hi Autumn, wondering if you'd like to meet up.

Oh god it sounds weird, how do you bloody delete-

Autumn: Sure, where, when? :)

Me: Carluccio's, Notting Hill, 6?

Autumn: K. see you then! ;p

I smiled then glanced at the time, it's half four, an hour to get ready, half to get there.

Autumn

So I can take the tube, I'll have to leave before five then.  I glanced up at my reflection and scowled, fuck I look shit!  I quickly pulled my hair into a messy bun and grabbed my jumper off the sofa pulling it quickly over my head, I hurridly applied foundation, mascara and lipstick before pulling my boots on and grabbing my purse.  Fifteen minutes later I was stepping onto a tube train and sitting down on the last available seat, sighing in relief as it became clear I was going to be on time.  I'll have a glass of water there and the cheapest thing on the menu, even then it'll mean no using the heating tomorrow.  I stuck my earphones in and pressed play letting the familiar sound of James Vincent McMorrow wash over me. 

Tom was waiting for me at a table with a grin on his face, I smiled back and sat down.

"How are you?" I asked him.

"I'm stressed, I've got the tune for this song but I can't think on any lyrics.  You?"  I nodded.

"Stressed, there's beenrumours that my boss is firing a few people. she hates me so I think I'm on the way out."

"Well shit,"

"Yeah, shit."

We spent the majority of the time at Carluccio's discussing work and music, we ended up sharing a lasange so it cost less for me than expected.  Somehow we ended back at his lazing on the sofa staring at the tv screen, his duvet pulled over us.  News reports about war and murder flashed in front of our eyes,

"It's a sick world isn't it?" I said and he shifted so he was looking at me,

"What do you mean?"

"Well think about it, there is so much death, so much violence and yet people insist on spreading the misery, the pain, they talk about it so coldly, like it is just meaningless.  That's why the world is sick." He blinked,

"That is actually quite a good point.  Have you heard of the song Flesh and Bone by Keaton Henson?" I shook my head,

"No, why?"

"I think you'll like it."

As the night went on Tom's arms found its way around my shoulders and our eyes grew heavy, then at some ungodly hour we fell asleep.

A/N

Hello, sorry for not updating in a while I've been really busy :(  Just to tell you I'm probably going too keep most chapters quite short so hopefully that'll enable me to update more often :)  The song on the side is by the artist James Vincent McMorrow and it's brilliant, I also urge you to have a listen to Flesh and Bone by Keaton Henson as the lyrcis in it are very beautiful.

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-EAY Thorpe-Downey :)