Oath |H.S|

Track 37. | My Life

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"I don't need you to worry for me 'cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore this is my life
Go ahead with your own life leave me alone"

Song: My life - Billy Joel

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Bowie.

"Got a call from an old friend we used to be real close" I sing loudly as I sway my hips flipping pancakes. We're still in the same suites from last week as nothing has come up yet for work, we're just enjoying our time off.

"Said he couldn't go on the American way" I sing in tune with the music now blaring through the speakers in the living room. I got up early before Harry and stumbled upon a record player in the living room cupboard. Along with it was a bunch of old records, and of course I had to play them.

Elton looks up at me as I stand in front of the stove flipping pancakes in a frying pan dressed in Harry's long black button up I wore to bed last night as we had another night of drinking here which ended up in us dancing around the living room barely dressed.

"Closed the shop, sold a house, bought a ticket to the west coast, Now he gives them a stand-up routine in L.A." I sing letting my voice go higher to hit the high note. I bite my lip happily swinging my head side to side letting my hair fly around my face.

I plop another pancake on top of the stack I've cooked already. I spin around and I sing into the spatula to Elton who's looking up at me with his tongue hanging out happily.

"I don't need you to worry for me 'cause I'm alright" I sing pointing at Elton swinging my hips to the beat.

I turn back around to the bowl of batter scraping the last bit of it into the frying pan listening to it sizzle and it begins to cook.

"I don't care what you say anymore this is my life. Go ahead with your own life leave me alone" I shout into the spatula closing my eyes and jumping around as the music plays making me feel free and relaxed. Sometimes you just gotta have a dance moment to keep you sane.

"still belong don't get me wrong you can speak your mind but not on my- you son of a fucking bitch!" I shout as Harry stands at the breakfast bar smiling at me with his hand on his cheek.

"How long have you been there?" I shout holding my chest trying not to let my heart burst out and splatter on the walls.

"Long enough to see you use a spatula as a microphone" he smiles with a chuckle as the music plays around us. I glare at him still holding the spatula in my hand over my chest trying to get my heart rate.

The smoke alarm rings through the suite along with the music causing me to scream again in fright as I turn around to see the pancake now black on the pan smoking up a storm.

"Turn off the fucking music!" I shout at Harry grabbing the frying pan and throwing it into the sink before running the cold tap over it.

"Shut that thing up!" I shout at him as he runs into the kitchen area in nothing but sweatpants. He grabs the tea towel and begins fanning away the smoke drifting it's way up to the smoke alarm on the ceiling.