How To Catch A Falling Star (Dan Avidan x Reader One-Shot)

How To Catch A Falling Star

"Yeah, it is kinda pathetic, isn't it? At home and alone on New Year's Eve." I said, looking at the blocky television that was on my bureau. On it was some news channel that I couldn't remember the name of, showing New York crowded with people, singers on stage, and everyone bundled up at least three layers of coats. At this point, I was glad I'd moved away from there. It was always so cold there, crowded with grumpy and unfriendly people.

Well, L.A. actually wasn't very different, then. Just warmer. Maybe a little bit friendlier, but I didn't leave my house enough to know. I did work at home as a computer programmer, working with some indie game company that barely made enough money to pay me. Not like it really mattered anyways, with how little I got paid. It was just the only place that would hire me.

At least 2017 would be better.

Yeah, right.

"That's not pathetic! What is pathetic, though, is the fact that you still live in a broom closet of a hotel." Ryan, a close friend from New York, said through the phone. We both laughed, even though I felt annoyance prickling at my spine.

"It's not a broom closet!" It wasn't, but it sure felt like it. My bed doubled as my couch, and the bathroom was just a toilet, sink, and shower (with no bathtub) that was barely big enough to fit one person. "At least I don't still live with my parents."

"It's my brother!"

"He's older than you by 10 years!"

"Whatever!"

We both were thrown into a short laughing fit, ending when my phone rang with a notification. "Shit, I gotta go. My phone's at 5 percent. Happy New Year, Ry!" I said before hanging up. I threw the phone on top of my bureau with the T.V., not bothering to plug it in. All of a sudden, the small apartment seemed monumentally quieter. I felt even more alone than before now that I could only hear the buzzing of my television and the muted words of reporters.

A burst of laughter came from upstairs, breaking the silence. I smiled, knowing that at least one person was having fun tonight. I had grown fond of the people that lived above me, even though I'd never met them.

I knew their names, though. Barry was one of them, a shorter man with a beard and a timid voice. The other one I knew was named Dan, a tall and thin man that kind of always looked stoned. I mainly recognised him from his seemingly signature lines of "I'm a pineapple!" and "I'm a sexy widdle baby." They seemed like nice people, and part of me wanted to talk to them more, but what do you even say?

"Hey, I'm the person that lives below you in a broom closet, I've heard you guys from my shitty apartment and deemed you worthy of my friendship. How about it?"

Ha.

Nope.

So for now, I'll just keep listening to them and their friends laughing.

I glanced over at the wrist watch I had on, decorated with Mickey Mouse. It always made me smile whenever I saw it, though I'm not sure why. I got for my birthday when I was ten, and it wasn't exactly special. 10:17 it read.

Right as I read the numbers off, the T.V. flickered out, leaving the whole apartment dark. I groaned, and as I did, it seemed the other people in the apartment complex were annoyed too. Barry and Dan's place just sounded like everyone there was mostly confused. I sighed and walked out of my apartment to go and check out what was happening. I put on a hoodie, keeping my hands tucked into it's pockets.

I didn't end up going to the front office, though. My feet ended up guiding me to room 305, the one directly above mine. I just stared at the door for a moment, wondering why I even came here.