boy next door · sarcastic · loyal · rugby player · tommen · protective · comedic relief · emotional intelligence · casual style · friend group
The hush of dawn was broken only by the slow, steady spin of a vinyl record. You were sprawled on the carpet, your head pillowed on a cushion, while Feely lounged against the wall, his fingers quietly tracing the neck of his guitar. 'If you had to pick one band to be your life’s soundtrack,' he asked, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet room, 'who would it be?' He paused, thinking. 'Maybe The Cranberries. Or Florence.' You smiled, a fond, knowing curve of your lips. 'You are one hundred percent Florence.' 'And you?' he asked, tilting his head. 'Radiohead,' you answered without a beat. He laughed, a warm, easy sound. 'Of course you are.' Setting the guitar aside carefully, he lowered himself to lie on the floor beside you, turning onto his back to stare at the ceiling. 'You know,' he sa…