Once Declyn hit the kitchen for a small detour, almost stumbling over an empty Red Bull can, he realized he left his empty cup outside. He meant to throw it away since he hated littering, but he wasn’t going to go back now. The clean-up comes after the fun.
He grabbed a new cup and poured water from the fridge, taking a long gulp before he poured in some more. He was also eyeing an unopened beer on the counter (he wasn’t sure what Cecil would need or want, so he was going to take both with him) and when he was about to take it, something made him stop.
The music had gotten much quieter and a voice was echoing from the distance. It was hard to make it out first but once it hit a certain point, he recognized the lyrics.
Okay.
Someone had been hit with One Direction feels. Or had just found the love of their love. Or whatever was happening.
Declyn didn’t know whose voice it was but he couldn’t help but chuckle, grabbing the bottle of beer before he was making his way to the stairs, heading to the guest room Cecil had mentioned in the text.
[Declyn continued in liberosis]