Club Sledgehammer (Lirry Fanfiction)

LA Love

Harry

It hadn't even occurred to me that I didn't have anywhere to stay when I landed in LAX airport. It had taken me all of two minutes to pack up all my clothes and buy a ticket online to leave that night. I felt kind of strange since I've never really actually been out of London, let alone out of the country or moving out of the country. I supposed that this makes this an adventure, that makes all of my savings on the line and I don't even have a job at the moment so this is a really risky move.

I pulled my suitcase out of the airport and took in the 'fresh' Los Angeles air, I had seen people in movies do it all the time, it seemed like a milestone that everyone was supposed to do and so I did it, and almost choked from the difference in the air quality. I guess that this wasn't really like the movies was it. For a start the main character was usually a damsel in distress and not a gay guy with American ambitions. I kept getting funny looks from people... probably because I was in sweats and that was an English thing.

I had enough money for a couple of months rent and for new clothing, that was probably going to be a first thing to do since it was 7.00 am here. After finding an apartment I would hit all of the recording studios and record labels, there were like seven billion of each scattered conveniently around Los Angeles. I know that I probably sound like every other person with the ambitions of fame but somehow I knew that being here in LA right now was the right thing for me, like I was meant to be here.

It was just something that made my body run with chills, made my muscles tingle and my nerves feel like they were on fire but in a good way. It made me feel like they were alive for the first time in a long time. I think I'm only just baring to hold back bursting into song. I think that the people who were looking at me weirdly now would definitely glare me down if I started singing. So I guess that I'm not normal in America either. Normal people aren't all that great anyway if you really think about they. They bow down to convention and follow the rules on a daily basis.

I looked down at my watch and realized that I had been stood here for half an hour just thinking to myself. I guess that was why I was getting more and more strange looks from people. So I hailed down a taxi and told him to take me to any apartment complex that he knew of, he grunted and groaned at my unspecific answer. I think that he could tell that I was new in town since I was watching the passing buildings and sights like I was a child on Christmas morning.

He pulled up to this old, run down building but it had an artistic feel to it, like this place had had so much history go down here. I think that this was the perfect place for me to stay. Even if the entrance was in the back alley and it was only three stories high. It was quirky and I loved it. It may have been covered in graffiti and look like the dodgiest place in the world but I think that this was the right place for me.

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Well it wasn't as bad as it looked on the outside, in fact it was a pretty normal room if I do say so myself. Not a run down flee ridden place that I was expecting it to be, which says a lot about my standards if I was excited about this place. The inside had the whole enchilada though, it had wall paper, furniture and a tv. The land lady had said that the previous resident had been arrested and just left the furniture for whoever was the next resident was. That was a nice gesture don't you think?

The land lady was a nice enough person, as far as land ladies go anyways. She was a short eighty year old woman who didn't look like the type of person to own a apartment building that was only access able through a back alley, she looked like the typical person to stay home and back cookies and have grandchildren who screamed 'grandma's house' when they went to her house. But they were like straight people problems that they talk about in therapy when they're twenty years older. Maybe if the whole singing thing didn't work out I could become a therapist.