Hozier imagines - inspired by awesome fanfics I read in a ridiculous short time

Can anybody find me somebody to love? - fluff - Hozier | Pronoun I

First of all, I must apologize for the likely mistakes this(ese) text(s) might contain. I do my best to be grammatically correct but English is not my mother tongue. Secondly, what is coming next does not have any mature content (some cheesy, perhaps) but the next ones might have. I'll tell you. Hope you enjoy and let me know your suggestions, the mistakes I've done for me to correct them and what you thought of it x

I worked in the Trinity College's Old Library for months now, almost five to be more accurate. All I could possibly knew was that I wanted to stay there for years, this place being so soothing and peaceful but at the same time full of people willing to learn and to be the geniuses of tomorrow. Of course, I knew Oscar Wilde, Samuel Beckett and even Dominic West had seen these walls that surrounded me now for they studied in the College. But what I was not aware of was that a tall and charming man studied there.

The weather was surprinsingly good, even though it was October. The bleak fog of Dublin didn't show off yet and people were outside to spend their (most likely last for the season) day in Dublin streets. So, the library wasn't really crowded and I've been sent outside the library to stick placards in the Elizabethan old College:

"Trinity Orchestra presents you its annual Fall concert, on October, the 29th, in the main room of the arts building"

When I put the first placard, I was quite baffled by this concert. Since May, month during which I was hired and this day, I've never been told that anything like a Fall concert occured every year. Then, I realized it was probably because I was just an employee, not a student and not even anyone important for the students. Most of them, even the ones from the Modern Irish Literature section preferred to escape the college as soon as they possibly could and the Library was full thanks to the tourists (the Book of Kells, as old as it is, never betrays) and the former PhD students. After I had done the work they paid me for during this odd day, I engaged the conversation with Panther, my colleague (her real name being Louisa, she always talks about vulgar subjects so her nickname was quite easy to find out):

"Did you know there was a concert every year?"

"There are actually two: one before summer holidays and one during Fall. But you did not, right? It's usually a thing they say after some months, as they prefer the employees to have a stage during which they don't take part in the College's activities. But I guess now that you know you can attend the next one, it's just in six days, it's on Friday!"

I left her because I had books to tide on their appropriate shelves but until I went back to my flat, I thought to this concert, ignoring if I really could attend it or if it was better for me not to. Honestly, I did not know if I wanted to see people singing. And even less students. I slept on it. But when I woke up, on a shiny sunday, I began to think it could not do me bad to get out and see other people. I've always been introvert and never been to a formal celebration like this one.

On the day of the concert, I even decided to wear a dress (it was definetely unusual and looked like Christmas to be true) but when I went outside, I thought to how silly I looked like in this purple dress and even hesitated to turn around and watch TV shows. I still don't know what pushed me to move forward but it was for good.

In the theatre, students were shouting, some of them were already boozing but most of them were just embarrassed of these two behaviours and patiently waited for the show to start. When the curtain finally opened, Panther sat next to me and gave me a short hug before looking at the (possibly) teacher. So did I: