#para:zach

It was 9:00PM on a Friday night. Everyone was gone, including Zach. Most people had already taken their showers and were on their way to parties, so Felix was able to shower alone, which was something he often liked to do when he didn’t feel like going out. So he had music softly playing from his iPhone on a shelf on the outside of the shower. He had simply just started humming along as he shaved, but once he started washing his hair, a song he had been listening to for a while came on, and he found himself singing over the voice. He knew no one would come in, so he didn’t mind that his voice was cracking a bit and trying to adjust to his raw, emotional singing. He didn’t even realize that he had started crying as he sang along, but his voice thickened and the spray of the shower washed away his tears.

You don't know how to love me when you're sober

When the bottle's done you pull me closer

And you're saying all the things that you're supposed to

But you don't know how to love me when you're sober

Why is it so different when we wake up?

Same lips, same kiss, but not the same touch

Don't you know that you do it just enough, but not enough

sinxsaint

formerlyknownasbee

It had taken Jared a lot longer to unpack and settle into his new home with his two boys than he'd expected. He'd insisted he could do all of the unpacking in one night, how hard could it be? It turns out with two now walking toddlers, extremely hard. Three days later the house was finally unpacked and he was slowly starting to get comfortable in their new home. He was thankful there was someone else here with a kid around Tom's age, seeing already how annoyed his almost three year old was getting with only having his baby brother to play with.

"We're not going to the park unless you keep your shoes on man." Jared warned his oldest boy who thought it was hilarious to take his shoes off every time Jared secured them to his feet, though it seems the threat was a little too real to the little boy who immediately stopped tugging on his shoes. 

Jared slung the diaper bag he'd packed over his shoulder and slipped Shep into the front seat of the two seater stroller his brother had gifted him with for Christmas. It was amazing how different life was with two kids, especially alone. Christmas and birthday gifts more often than not seemed to reflect his life as a dad more than an individual and he was strangely okay with it. He ran a hand through his long hair and pulled on his favourite white beanie before taking Tom's hand.

"You either hold my hand or the stroller, okay?" He asked his little boy who merely nodded in agreement as he walked out of the front door. Jared turned to lock the door behind them before they started the short walk to the park. Tom walked beside him the whole time, his hand only letting go of the stroller to reach up and grab his dads hand at random intervals. 

He was thankful that when he arrived Zach was already there, knowing that the second Tom was set free in the small park there would be no getting him back to introduce him to the man and his daughter. He nodded a hello in the direction of the waiting man as they approached, Tom's eyes immediately moving to the little girl standing before them. 

Dominique's broom was resting in the changing room as she tied back her long red hair in preparation for the challenge ahead of her. It had been silly to challenge Zach or all people, he was clearly better at Quidditch than her but she'd just wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face. Grabbing her broom she headed out to the muddy field looking up at the sky hoping it wouldn't rain. Her hair was unattractive tied up as it was she didn't need it to be soaking wet as well. 

Parker leaned against her kitchen counter examining her nail beds, Zach would be here soon and she had already cleaned her apartment from top to bottom and gotten everything prepared. The pizza was in the oven, her sofa was mercilessly cat-hair free (although she could see Chum creeping over to it to fix that obvious error in homeliness) and the plates were arranged on the side ready to be filled with food. She tapped her foot anxiously, feeling nervous. She hadn't had someone round for a friendly visit in a long time, was her apartment clean enough? She glared at Chum as he rubbed his face on one of her cushions, why did she have dark furniture and a white haired cat? She ran her fingers through her hair and pushed herself away from the counter, pacing round the floor in circles.

She was halfway through rearranging her dvd collection, into alphabetical rather than chronological order,when she heard the buzzer for her door, she leapt up and hurried over, picking up the phone to connect with the comm downstairs.