#pipeline: queue

People, like blood through veins, pumped through the tunnels of the London Underground. Another heartbeat with every tube that arrived. Pumping more people to hasten for the escalators and taking those waiting by the platform. It was a constant coming and going. So many people that they weren’t even people any more. Just masses. Never stopping. Never looking. Never listening.

Which made it easier for Liam to busk despite his crippling stage fright. There he was, just outside the station, no permit, but prepared to grab his mini amp and guitar and do a runner as soon his inner copper alarm went ‘ding’. He was playing for an hour now. A bit tired of explaining to three different people that, no, he won’t play Wonderwall. Not even for a tenner. Fuck off.

Rules: using only song titles from one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and then tag 10 people

Artist/Band: The Smiths

Favourite time of day: How Soon Is Now?

What is your gender: The Boy with the Thorn in His Side

How do you feel: Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now

If you could go anywhere: Nowhere Fast

Favourite mode of transportation: Oscillate Wildly

Your best friend: Wonderful Woman

If your life was a tv show: Bigmouth Strikes Again

Relationship status: I Keep Mine Hidden

Your fear: Rusholme Ruffians

tagged by: done it before; felt like doing it again

Disbelief prompted Liam run his hand over his face, pausing to cover his mouth and prevent a shaky breath from turning loud gasp. Following his gaze which had wandered from the derelict walls to the ceiling he raised his phone to snap a picture, then dialling a number he had not dared to call in way too long.

“Bloody ‘ell, pick up the damned phone,” he murmured, a sense of urgency tinting his voice. When finally someone did answer the phone though, Liam froze for a second, internally debating whether or not to end the call just here. He did not. And the other better did not either. “Don’t hang up,” he was pleading, “It’s me, Liam. I... I know I shouldn’t call but there’s somming ye need to see.”

@frozenandhandsome​

Tending the bar at a club usually meant serving booze all night to crazed party animals. Pulling beer. Opening bottles. Grumpily preparing the odd cocktail for an instagram snap shot. People come and go. Most of which only took a seat at the bar to catch their breath before heading back to the dance floor. So when somebody’s there to stay it doesn’t go unnoticed.

It had been a while since Liam had last seen Robert. Missed calls. Ignored messages. That stuff usually wouldn’t upset the Manc; was it that he himself was prone to disappear for days - sometimes forever. Yeah. He would. Irresponsible, erratic, wanderlust-y him. But not Robert. No. That didn’t feel right.

When Robert finally opened the door, Liam let out a sigh in relief. Then hastily shoved his lockpicks back into his pocket. No backup plan needed.

"Thank you for sticking up for me. It seems like alcohol brings out the worst of people. Would you let me buy you a drink?"