I didnât do a sunday six this week. I forgot. So @from-scarlet-to-pink in honor of you this week
Rough draft from Chapter Three of Running with the Devil
The sound of ringing from a phone on speaker interrupted him and Eggsyâs voice filled the air. âHello? Merlin? Mate. Thank fuck.â
Harry cleared his throat. âMerlinâs gone to get dressed, Iâm afraid. Where are you?â
âWho the fuck are you then?â
James snorted at that and Percival just smirked at Harry.
âYour soulmate, apparently,â Harry answered with an offended little huff.
âYou mean the one who wonât have nothinâ to do with me âcause heâs too busy. Fuck you too, mate. Whereâs Merls?â
James doubled over laughing as Harry stared at the phone in his hand before finally finding his voice.
âI beg your pardon!?â
âYou fuckinâ heard me. Put your bloody magician on the phone or something. If you ainât got time for me normally, why you got time for me when Iâm in trouble? Piss off.â There was a womanâs voice in the background, hissing at Eggsy to watch his mouth and behave.
âSorry, Mum,â Eggsy murmured before turning his attention back to Harry. âAll I wanted to know was if I could use that card to get a hotel room. Itâs cold and we had to escape the flat. Dean came after Mum, tried to get to Daisâ.â
Harry was snarling at the phone before he realized what he was doing and Merlin plucked it out of his hands.