head (again) - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 383
“For the fifteenth time, ask James!”
“He can’t come home right now,” Sirius said lazily as he lounged on James and Regulus’s couch, rolling his eyes back dramatically. “He has work, Reg, it’s–”
“Yeah, and he can leave,” Regulus said stubbornly, crossing his arms. James had been at work for hours, and it was high time he came home. Plus, Regulus didn’t want to help Sirius pick out an outfit for his date with Remus for tonight, so James needed to come deal with his annoying best friend.
“Just be human for five minutes and give me your opinion, yeah? I took pictures. And then, of course, you need to help me pick out eyeliner,” Sirius mumbled, already swiping through pictures on his phone. “And a jacket. And shoes.”
And yeah, Regulus had had enough. Picking up his own phone, he called his boyfriend’s number.
“James?” he asked when the other man answered on the first ring.
“Reggie? You okay, love?”
“Hm, yeah, fine,” he replied, pretending to be preoccupied. “Just wondering…do we have a hammer in the flat somewhere?”
The line was deadly quiet. Then: “Reggie, baby, why do you need a hammer?” James’s tone was so sweet and terrified that Regulus almost rethought his decision. Almost.
“I want to hand those shelves we got,” he said casually, still seated firmly in his armchair, the shelves in question nowhere to be seen. “Figured you’ve been taking forever to do it, and–oh, shit–” With his foot, he nudged a pile of books on the nearby coffee table, sending them crashing to the ground.
James clearly heard the noise they made, as he gasped on the phone. “Reg? Did you…what happened?”
“Nothing, Potter, I can hang shelves fine by myself! Just tell me where the hammer is!” he snapped, voice harried even as he grinned at Sirius, who had placed a hand on his face and was shaking his head.
“Love, maybe I should come help, it sounds like–” But Regulus cut him off.
“Nevermind, got it! Bye, love you!” He hung up, ignoring James’s frantic protests, and put his phone on silent, smiling evilly.
Sirius stared at him, wide-eyed, though he definitely looked a bit impressed.
“James should be home to help you with your outfit in about ten minutes,” he said smugly.