McFly-Slash ... Spanish Night
please excuse the lack of fic. guess that's what you call a writer's block, eh?
just letting you all know i'm still up and running (even though most times it doesn't feel like it)
currently i'm in glasgow, finishing up my 'six days-three cities-three countries-three occasions' tourtimes. had the time of my life so far and came to the conclusion that dougie poynter, manuanya, jamie parker and glasgow all make me ridiculously happy.
anyway, you came for fic, right?
Title: Spanish Night
Author: me
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: Romance
Pairing: PoynterJudd
Summary: It was the Sangria. That damned Sangria. Or well, maybe not so damned after all.
Word count: 2,056
Disclaimer: I can only assume. But assuming is fun.
Dedication: for my Manu (manuanya) ♥. Mainly just because but also because she somehow has that little something that it takes to get me to write.
Author’s note: Yeah I know. Been a while. Think I had what is normally known as writer’s block. Not so nice.
It was the Sangria. That damned Sangria. Or well, maybe not so damned after all.
It was also the night before the start of their first tour through continental Europe. Their welcome to Spain had been euphoric, the weather was nice and everything was different and, most of all, free. Nothing and no one tying them down, a free ticket for anything and everything they wanted and more.
So they decided that, after a meal, Sangria was what they wanted. The real thing, not that cheap stuff that comes in a carton at the supermarkets back home. And the real thing was definitely something different as well.
They felt the effect pretty much after the first round, though neither of them actually admitted it. But they knew each other too well. Tom’s attempts of being funny were even less funny than normal, Dougie’s giggling at almost everything around him and the raised volumes of the voices of both Danny and Harry all told a different story than, “Me? Drunk? Nah, I’m cool. Bit tipsy maybe.”
First to cave was, of course, Tom when he announced, “I think … yeah … guess I’m going back to the hotel. Get some sleep in. You’re coming, guys?”
Danny only looked up with heavy eyes and weakly nodded his head. “Good idea that, I’m beat. Must be the jetlag.” which, in return, sent Dougie into another fit of giggles but he definitely wasn’t in a state to elaborate further on the fact that a time difference from one hour wouldn’t give anyone a jetlag. So Danny just shook his head at his younger bandmate. “You coming, Harry?”
“Erm. No, I don’t think. I’m gonna hang back here. You alright with that, Doug?”
Dougie looked up at the drummer, his giggles immediately dying down when he saw the look in Harry’s eyes. They both hadn’t spent actual time with each other in what seemed like years and there was no denying that, even though they saw each other almost daily, he missed the other male. And if those blue eyes looking back at him didn’t lie, that exact same thought ran through Harry’s head.
The bassist nodded. “Fine with me. I probably won’t be able to sleep anyway. Different bed and all, you know.”
Tom shrugged. “Whatever. Just try to be back before we actually leave for the gig tomorrow, will ya?”
Harry sat up straight and said with a mock stern look on his face. “Aye aye, Sir!”
Tom just laughed at that and followed Danny who had already flagged down a taxi for the two of them.
That left Dougie and Harry back at their table. Both men sighed at the same time, which caused another row of laughter before Harry suggested ordering another round. Dougie happily agreed because he thought that more alcohol would probably help to ease the tension that suddenly seemed to build up between them.
The alcohol kept flowing, round after round came in and all of a sudden it was 3am and both Dougie and Harry freely admitted that the pleasant buzz had definitely progressed into a state of being drunk.
“I think … back to the hotel?” Dougie asked, vaguely gesturing towards the street.
Harry nodded. “Yup.”
“Yup.” Dougie confirmed before getting up and walking in an almost straight line up to the street to flag down a taxi.
Almost half an hour later, the two males had finally reached their hotel. Walking had progressed into somewhat of a difficult task after being sat in the taxi for a while so they supported each other as they drunkenly staggered down the hallway where their rooms were located.
They reached Harry’s door first and after a bit of fumbling with the key card, the door opened and Harry stumbled in, Dougie right behind him.
“My room’s too far away.” the young man explained unasked.
“Your room’s two doors down.”
“Too far away. You have …” he fell face down onto Harry’s bed. “Mmm … bed.”
Harry only shook his head before he, also, fell down onto his bed, shoving Dougie slightly aside so he would have room for himself. Dougie only huffed before turning around and laying on his back, one arm on his chest, the other next to his body, his fingers tapping a rhythm on the mattress.
They laid like that for a while and all that was heard in the room was their breathing, mixed with the sounds that were floating in from the outside.
At one point Harry looked over to his side, checking if Dougie had fallen asleep by then. He was surprised when he saw that Dougie’s eyes were still open and fixed on the ceiling where the streetlights from outside created an abstract pattern.
Right then Harry realised once more how much him and Dougie had grown apart over the past months. It was the whole time off and the moving into new places that had brought them apart and Harry hated that it had come that way.
And another thing that Harry noticed was just Dougie himself. The way he laid next to him, completely calm. Few years ago, a drunk Dougie wouldn’t stop talking about elves and dwarves and unicorns that lived in his wardrobe.
However, the main thing that occupied Harry’s brain was how beautiful Dougie was. Not just now, always. Harry couldn’t recall a day in the past years when he hadn’t thought that but sometimes, just like now, the thought intensified so much that it was literally all that Harry had on his mind.
“You know.” Dougie interrupted the silence all of a sudden, “I don’t know why or how we got to whatever we are at the moment but I really don’t like it. I miss us. I miss you.”
Harry turned his head around and there it was. Dougie’s face really close, his eyes fixed on him. He didn’t seem that drunk anymore and he surely hadn’t sounded it either. And if Harry was honest with himself, he had to admit that the buzz in his head also had died down considerably.
“I know.” he agreed, “The other day when I saw you at Tom’s and your hair was dark again, I thought to myself ‘when did that happen’? It irked me, you know. I mean, it’s nothing against you, you can do whatever you want, but there was a time when I just knew those things.”
Dougie only nodded to that. He knew Harry was right. At some point, not even that long ago, considering how long they had been knowing each other by now, little things like a change in hair colour just wouldn’t pass the other one. No matter what it was, when something changed in either of their lives, the other one always knew it first or was actually present for it.
“Looks good by the way.” Harry muttered in an afterthought.
Dougie smiled. “Took you long enough.”
And that was all they needed, really. They knew that no one was mad at the other for falling out of touch, they had addressed the matter in a non-harmful way and now it was brushed away.
Harry smiled back at Dougie, noticing that, really, he hadn’t complimented Dougie in a long time. And that, Harry knew, had one reason and one reason only. There was someone else in Dougie’s life by now. Someone else who could, and probably would, gush over things like a nailed bass line or whatever thing the young man had accomplished. Harry wouldn’t go as far to say that he hated her but he definitely knew a ton of people he preferred having around himself. He didn’t like how she just was always there. Even when she wasn’t present, like now, she still was. Like a ghost hovering above them.
Just when the drummer opened his mouth to point out the fact that Dougie really didn’t need another person complimenting him all the time and maybe make him big-headed in the end, Dougie spoke first.
“Don’t.” He paused. “I don’t wanna talk about her. Not here and not now. And come to think of it, not with you either. You and her, that’s two different solar systems. Let me be in this one for a while. Please?”
Harry nodded. “Okay.”
And then there was this feeling. One that Harry couldn’t shake off. He had learned to ignore it over the years but he could never get rid of it, not even in his imagination. The feeling of wanting to be as close to Dougie as he possibly could. It had only gotten stronger in the past, ever since they started moving away from each other.
It was like Dougie had put a spell on Harry and their whole … was it friendship, was it more? The more the younger man closed himself off of Harry, the more the drummer wanted to be near him. Dougie had wrapped him around his little finger, something that no one even dared to imagine a few years back when the roles were reversed and it only needed a dark look from Harry to make Dougie be beside himself for days.
Dougie then moved a little closer to Harry. He propped his head up on his hand and looked down at Harry.
“I don’t mean to fuck you over. I really don’t.” he said sincerely.
“I know.”
“Why are things so different?”
“I have no idea.”
“I just want. I don’t know. Something normal.”
“Don’t you think we had our chances for that? I can recall plenty. It never worked.”
“But it did. We managed normal before but as soon as we seem to get there, one of us just goes and messes it up. I’m not saying that it’s intentionally, I know from my part it isn’t, but it just happens. I don’t think I’m in the position to ask for happily ever after. It doesn’t even have to be happy right now. I just want normal. Not you fucking me over, not me fucking you over. Just you and me and that’s it. Or is that too much to ask?”
And all of a sudden it was there. Decision time. Harry knew that, whatever he would answer to that final question it would definitely be the biggest decision he ever made. He might even dare to say it was life-altering.
If he said yes, that a shot at ‘normal’ was too much to ask, that would be it for Dougie and him. This was the last chance of many and if he denied the younger man now, he wouldn’t come back. Dougie had proven that he could manage life by himself. Sure, he might have preferred life with Harry but it definitely wasn’t that he couldn’t be without him, like it was a few years ago. But maybe that short at ‘normal’ was just too much to ask. A thing like ‘normal’ didn’t really exist anyway, did it? There would always be something that would get in the way.
On the greater scale of things though, just like Dougie said, he didn’t ask for much else than ‘normal’. No happy ever after or happy right now because, by all means, they would probably start fighting right the next morning and call each other useless idiots at least ten times a day from now on. They would fight and no one would back down until Tom smacked them both and forced them to say sorry. Harry would get annoyed at Dougie for leaving his things laying around everywhere and Dougie would get annoyed at Harry being a neat-freak. That was their version of ‘normal’ and that was what Dougie had asked for.
Harry looked back over at Dougie, back into those blue eyes, and his decision was made right there and then.
Dougie smiled and leaned in even closer. It didn’t need words or gestures or anything. He knew that they both had made their minds up.
“No freaking out?” Dougie then asked with a grin in his voice.
Harry grinned back. “Not more than normal.”
“I guess I can live with that.”
And then they were kissing and holding onto each other and melting into each other and, just like that, the world was happening elsewhere and all that existed was a normal night in Spain.
The End
just letting you all know i'm still up and running (even though most times it doesn't feel like it)
currently i'm in glasgow, finishing up my 'six days-three cities-three countries-three occasions' tourtimes. had the time of my life so far and came to the conclusion that dougie poynter, manuanya, jamie parker and glasgow all make me ridiculously happy.
anyway, you came for fic, right?
Title: Spanish Night
Author: me
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: Romance
Pairing: PoynterJudd
Summary: It was the Sangria. That damned Sangria. Or well, maybe not so damned after all.
Word count: 2,056
Disclaimer: I can only assume. But assuming is fun.
Dedication: for my Manu (manuanya) ♥. Mainly just because but also because she somehow has that little something that it takes to get me to write.
Author’s note: Yeah I know. Been a while. Think I had what is normally known as writer’s block. Not so nice.
It was the Sangria. That damned Sangria. Or well, maybe not so damned after all.
It was also the night before the start of their first tour through continental Europe. Their welcome to Spain had been euphoric, the weather was nice and everything was different and, most of all, free. Nothing and no one tying them down, a free ticket for anything and everything they wanted and more.
So they decided that, after a meal, Sangria was what they wanted. The real thing, not that cheap stuff that comes in a carton at the supermarkets back home. And the real thing was definitely something different as well.
They felt the effect pretty much after the first round, though neither of them actually admitted it. But they knew each other too well. Tom’s attempts of being funny were even less funny than normal, Dougie’s giggling at almost everything around him and the raised volumes of the voices of both Danny and Harry all told a different story than, “Me? Drunk? Nah, I’m cool. Bit tipsy maybe.”
First to cave was, of course, Tom when he announced, “I think … yeah … guess I’m going back to the hotel. Get some sleep in. You’re coming, guys?”
Danny only looked up with heavy eyes and weakly nodded his head. “Good idea that, I’m beat. Must be the jetlag.” which, in return, sent Dougie into another fit of giggles but he definitely wasn’t in a state to elaborate further on the fact that a time difference from one hour wouldn’t give anyone a jetlag. So Danny just shook his head at his younger bandmate. “You coming, Harry?”
“Erm. No, I don’t think. I’m gonna hang back here. You alright with that, Doug?”
Dougie looked up at the drummer, his giggles immediately dying down when he saw the look in Harry’s eyes. They both hadn’t spent actual time with each other in what seemed like years and there was no denying that, even though they saw each other almost daily, he missed the other male. And if those blue eyes looking back at him didn’t lie, that exact same thought ran through Harry’s head.
The bassist nodded. “Fine with me. I probably won’t be able to sleep anyway. Different bed and all, you know.”
Tom shrugged. “Whatever. Just try to be back before we actually leave for the gig tomorrow, will ya?”
Harry sat up straight and said with a mock stern look on his face. “Aye aye, Sir!”
Tom just laughed at that and followed Danny who had already flagged down a taxi for the two of them.
That left Dougie and Harry back at their table. Both men sighed at the same time, which caused another row of laughter before Harry suggested ordering another round. Dougie happily agreed because he thought that more alcohol would probably help to ease the tension that suddenly seemed to build up between them.
The alcohol kept flowing, round after round came in and all of a sudden it was 3am and both Dougie and Harry freely admitted that the pleasant buzz had definitely progressed into a state of being drunk.
“I think … back to the hotel?” Dougie asked, vaguely gesturing towards the street.
Harry nodded. “Yup.”
“Yup.” Dougie confirmed before getting up and walking in an almost straight line up to the street to flag down a taxi.
Almost half an hour later, the two males had finally reached their hotel. Walking had progressed into somewhat of a difficult task after being sat in the taxi for a while so they supported each other as they drunkenly staggered down the hallway where their rooms were located.
They reached Harry’s door first and after a bit of fumbling with the key card, the door opened and Harry stumbled in, Dougie right behind him.
“My room’s too far away.” the young man explained unasked.
“Your room’s two doors down.”
“Too far away. You have …” he fell face down onto Harry’s bed. “Mmm … bed.”
Harry only shook his head before he, also, fell down onto his bed, shoving Dougie slightly aside so he would have room for himself. Dougie only huffed before turning around and laying on his back, one arm on his chest, the other next to his body, his fingers tapping a rhythm on the mattress.
They laid like that for a while and all that was heard in the room was their breathing, mixed with the sounds that were floating in from the outside.
At one point Harry looked over to his side, checking if Dougie had fallen asleep by then. He was surprised when he saw that Dougie’s eyes were still open and fixed on the ceiling where the streetlights from outside created an abstract pattern.
Right then Harry realised once more how much him and Dougie had grown apart over the past months. It was the whole time off and the moving into new places that had brought them apart and Harry hated that it had come that way.
And another thing that Harry noticed was just Dougie himself. The way he laid next to him, completely calm. Few years ago, a drunk Dougie wouldn’t stop talking about elves and dwarves and unicorns that lived in his wardrobe.
However, the main thing that occupied Harry’s brain was how beautiful Dougie was. Not just now, always. Harry couldn’t recall a day in the past years when he hadn’t thought that but sometimes, just like now, the thought intensified so much that it was literally all that Harry had on his mind.
“You know.” Dougie interrupted the silence all of a sudden, “I don’t know why or how we got to whatever we are at the moment but I really don’t like it. I miss us. I miss you.”
Harry turned his head around and there it was. Dougie’s face really close, his eyes fixed on him. He didn’t seem that drunk anymore and he surely hadn’t sounded it either. And if Harry was honest with himself, he had to admit that the buzz in his head also had died down considerably.
“I know.” he agreed, “The other day when I saw you at Tom’s and your hair was dark again, I thought to myself ‘when did that happen’? It irked me, you know. I mean, it’s nothing against you, you can do whatever you want, but there was a time when I just knew those things.”
Dougie only nodded to that. He knew Harry was right. At some point, not even that long ago, considering how long they had been knowing each other by now, little things like a change in hair colour just wouldn’t pass the other one. No matter what it was, when something changed in either of their lives, the other one always knew it first or was actually present for it.
“Looks good by the way.” Harry muttered in an afterthought.
Dougie smiled. “Took you long enough.”
And that was all they needed, really. They knew that no one was mad at the other for falling out of touch, they had addressed the matter in a non-harmful way and now it was brushed away.
Harry smiled back at Dougie, noticing that, really, he hadn’t complimented Dougie in a long time. And that, Harry knew, had one reason and one reason only. There was someone else in Dougie’s life by now. Someone else who could, and probably would, gush over things like a nailed bass line or whatever thing the young man had accomplished. Harry wouldn’t go as far to say that he hated her but he definitely knew a ton of people he preferred having around himself. He didn’t like how she just was always there. Even when she wasn’t present, like now, she still was. Like a ghost hovering above them.
Just when the drummer opened his mouth to point out the fact that Dougie really didn’t need another person complimenting him all the time and maybe make him big-headed in the end, Dougie spoke first.
“Don’t.” He paused. “I don’t wanna talk about her. Not here and not now. And come to think of it, not with you either. You and her, that’s two different solar systems. Let me be in this one for a while. Please?”
Harry nodded. “Okay.”
And then there was this feeling. One that Harry couldn’t shake off. He had learned to ignore it over the years but he could never get rid of it, not even in his imagination. The feeling of wanting to be as close to Dougie as he possibly could. It had only gotten stronger in the past, ever since they started moving away from each other.
It was like Dougie had put a spell on Harry and their whole … was it friendship, was it more? The more the younger man closed himself off of Harry, the more the drummer wanted to be near him. Dougie had wrapped him around his little finger, something that no one even dared to imagine a few years back when the roles were reversed and it only needed a dark look from Harry to make Dougie be beside himself for days.
Dougie then moved a little closer to Harry. He propped his head up on his hand and looked down at Harry.
“I don’t mean to fuck you over. I really don’t.” he said sincerely.
“I know.”
“Why are things so different?”
“I have no idea.”
“I just want. I don’t know. Something normal.”
“Don’t you think we had our chances for that? I can recall plenty. It never worked.”
“But it did. We managed normal before but as soon as we seem to get there, one of us just goes and messes it up. I’m not saying that it’s intentionally, I know from my part it isn’t, but it just happens. I don’t think I’m in the position to ask for happily ever after. It doesn’t even have to be happy right now. I just want normal. Not you fucking me over, not me fucking you over. Just you and me and that’s it. Or is that too much to ask?”
And all of a sudden it was there. Decision time. Harry knew that, whatever he would answer to that final question it would definitely be the biggest decision he ever made. He might even dare to say it was life-altering.
If he said yes, that a shot at ‘normal’ was too much to ask, that would be it for Dougie and him. This was the last chance of many and if he denied the younger man now, he wouldn’t come back. Dougie had proven that he could manage life by himself. Sure, he might have preferred life with Harry but it definitely wasn’t that he couldn’t be without him, like it was a few years ago. But maybe that short at ‘normal’ was just too much to ask. A thing like ‘normal’ didn’t really exist anyway, did it? There would always be something that would get in the way.
On the greater scale of things though, just like Dougie said, he didn’t ask for much else than ‘normal’. No happy ever after or happy right now because, by all means, they would probably start fighting right the next morning and call each other useless idiots at least ten times a day from now on. They would fight and no one would back down until Tom smacked them both and forced them to say sorry. Harry would get annoyed at Dougie for leaving his things laying around everywhere and Dougie would get annoyed at Harry being a neat-freak. That was their version of ‘normal’ and that was what Dougie had asked for.
Harry looked back over at Dougie, back into those blue eyes, and his decision was made right there and then.
Dougie smiled and leaned in even closer. It didn’t need words or gestures or anything. He knew that they both had made their minds up.
“No freaking out?” Dougie then asked with a grin in his voice.
Harry grinned back. “Not more than normal.”
“I guess I can live with that.”
And then they were kissing and holding onto each other and melting into each other and, just like that, the world was happening elsewhere and all that existed was a normal night in Spain.
The End