jamie valenti (jamiewon) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-01-01 18:09:00 |
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Organized chaos was probably the best way to describe Times Square on New Years Eve. Perhaps it was the handful of drinks coursing through his body that he had downed with his mates in the flat before heading out or the general American way, but everything sounded louder and appeared brighter than it normally did. Shouting to be heard felt as normal as discussing the weather over tea, and the dazzling lights of the billboards intensified the anticipation as the year drew to a close. Everyone – strangers and friends alike – were pressed together, and James had the peculiar feeling of being both himself and everyone else at the same time. To say that it was an exhilarating experience was an understatement. The alcohol coursing through him kept him from freezing in the bitter New York air, and despite the layers that he had swaddled himself up in, he felt a glowing sensation each time Lily Evans brushed up against him. It was impossible not to bump into each other penned in as they were – he himself had stepped on Sirius’ foot countless times and had accidentally jabbed someone in the eye with his elbow when he had adjusted the ridiculous hat a sponsor had handed out – but, no matter how accidental it was, the fact remained that it was Evans touching him. She wasn’t messing up his hair, pinching him for doing something bold, or twisting his face away from her body as he tried to kiss her underneath the mistletoe. This was blessedly normal, something that he unknowingly had ached for since he had arrived here. The crowd roared as the mayor and the Rockets mounted the stage to press the button to start the winking, large, famous ball’s journey down to bring in 2013. He casually draped his arms on Lily’s shoulders as he craned his neck up to catch a glimpse, doing his best to imprint the image into his brain. “Are you ready?” he asked, bumping her slightly as he swayed a bit. “I heard this year is supposed to be fucking brilliant.” |