meme: write to songs [2]
put on your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs.
for each song, write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. you only have the song length.
this is apparently my chosen anti-writer's-block method?
ficlets | larry/unrequited/ziam/ot5 | Warped, suicide, parties, depression
Thriller [Live] - Fall Out Boy
Haz is rocking out in the corner of the make-shift pit at one of the stages of Warped tour. He's not actually sure which band is playing, but the singer is stocky and shy and his pipes make up for any issue someone might take with him. Or so Haz thinks, but he's also spectacularly drunk, so.
He moves properly into the pit, which isn't really moshing because the band's music is low and rolling and too soft to mosh too. Instead, the pit is just this warm blossom of humanity - heat and sweat and a languid laziness that meanders through everyone's bodies. Haz feels like he's a part of something big here. Always has.
And then he's making eye contact with another boy - one a few feet away with spectacularly messy chestnut hair - and he thinks that maybe this is the something bigger he'd always been looking for.
Cold - Crossfade
It had been years since the band had taken their never-ending hiatus - read: broken up (read: fallen apart) - and Louis hadn't taken the time to think about any of the boys since he'd torn up the contract in their faces. Eleanor had left him six months later, when she had met a different bloke - read: richer, older man - so Louis had made do on his own.
He knew that he should feel some level of guilt - feel something, anything, about the end of the band. If he ever felt anything, it was simply relief. He'd been so tired, so strung out trying to please everyone and love everyone and he still thought he'd done the right thing. He probably could have gone about it in a less dramatic way, could have even kept his best friends and family if he'd tried. Louis had always been bad at relationships, though, and in the back of his mind (in the honest part of his own self), he knew that he would have bolted sooner or later.
It's been five years exactly when Louis unfolds the newspaper to see the headline "POPSTAR FALLEN TOO FAR" and a picture of his Harry crumpled on the concrete outside of a high-rise hotel. He thinks maybe i was wrong about this one.
Clear the Area - Imogen Heap
Knock, knock.
Liam groans.
Knock, knock. Louder this time.
Liam drags himself out of bed, trudging slowly to the front door. He struggles with the locks, leaves the sliding chain closed because they don't have a peephole. It might be Zayn. It might be that creepy Harry kid from the apartment two down or one of his two boyfriends. It might be a serial killer. Liam's not really up for dealing with anyone - maybe Zayn. Maybe.
"Liaaaam open the fucking door, you twat." It's definitely Zayn.
Liam does open the door, glares at the other boy until he smiles sheepishly.
"Lost my key at the party? Lemme in, babe, 'm sleepy." Liam pokes at him a little, still disgruntled in his half-awake state, but lets him in. Zayn immediately slinks around Liam like an expensive fur coat, hanging off of him in a way that should be flattering if it wasn't such a weird thing to be wearing. Liam sighs wearily and locks the door again. He drags Zayn to bed before anything else can happen.
Naked - Avril Lavigne
Louis hated the days when he woke up alone. They were rare now - one of the boys was usually curled around him - but that didn't stop him from shuddering in horror on the days that it did happen. He wasn't - he didn't handle being alone very well? That's not it at all, but that's how he explains to the others. He suspects that they understand more than he allows them.
The days he wakes up alone are the days he can't shake the shroud of awful that he's been given by his unfortunate childhood. These are the days when the first thought in his mind is they've finally seen the truth, finally left me to wallow alone and then he can't help but think i'm awful anyway i don't deserve them. He's lucky that the boys can't hear inside his head. He knows they'd argue and disagree but they can't change the way his brain works, can't reprogram him so they sigh and scoff and make him feel worse because it's not like he wants to feel like this.
These are the days where he still sometimes wants to die. These are the days where he shudders away from Harry's touch, where he won't eat Niall's cooking, where he won't let Zayn draw him no matter how much begging is involved, where he hides from Liam so he doesn't have to see the look of pity shining in his eyes. These are the days where Louis feels the most like Louis, but mostly these are the days that he remembers the truth.