falsehood (hes)

20 - catfish and the bottlemen

 CATFISH AND THE BOTTLEMEN

        "I'm actually pretty happy you gave me this back." Harry smirked at Eden as he spun a record in his hands before placing it on the turn table. He moved the arm to hover over the spinning record before watching it slowly fall upon the grooves allowing sound to escape the speakers. Eden sat on the edge of his bed with her coat laying on her lap as he turned around and leaned up against the dresser. 

      "Sorry about that." She laughed nervously as she looked around his room; the walls were painted a deep blue, some posters of random indie bands were tapped to the walls in no order, and most of his furniture was black. Some of his dirty clothes were scattered on the floor around his bed while some were shoved in the corner. Eden supposed he noticed her looking around because he apologized about the mess before kicking it aside with his foot. Harry took a seat on the floor in front of her and started playing with the rings on his fingers. The silence between the two was blocked out by the song playing on the record. 

      "So, what do you like to do in your spare time,  Eden?" He asked as he tapped his feet to the beat of the music. He looked at her with interest sparked in his eyes. She cleared her throat before speaking.

        "Nothing special." She smiled. 

        "Oh c'mon. You've got to do something interesting. I mean I see you carrying around poetry books and sketch books. You must like reading and drawing, no?" He asked.

        "Well yeah, I suppose." Eden shrugged as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. 

        "Alright." He slapped his hands on his knees gently. "What do you like to draw?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

        "People. I just like to sit and watch how people behave and if something catches my eye, then I draw it." She explained as she looked at him. 

        "Hm..." He nodded and then we sat in silence for a second. 

        "What about you?" Eden asked as she leaned back on my palms. 

        "I like to... find new places and faces." He stated.

        "And you work in a record store so I'm sure music plays a pretty big role in your life." She pointed out. 

        "Of course." He smiled slyly as he blinked slowly. "I get discounts on those bad boys," He spoke as he pointed to a cardboard box filled with records, "and I build the collection." A collector. Note that down Eden thought. 

        "That's brilliant." She said as he shrugged. It fell silent again before he piped up again as he started to stand.

        "Oh, did you want anything to drink?" Harry asked as he pointed to his closed door. 

        "Sure. A water would be nice." Eden smiled and he nodded before leaving the room, telling her that he would be right back. 

        Eden stood up, leaving her coat on his bed, before walking over to the cardboard box full of records. She sat on the floor and began to flick through them; there was a large variety that he had. Some from the 70s, 80s, 90s and indie, rock, acoustic, or slow. It seemed that he had already purchased a hefty amount of the store already. Eden heard the door creak back open and she saw him standing there with a glass of water and a pop can.