let it snow - poynterjudd - standalone
title: let it snow.
author: jess/me!
part: 1/1
rating: 12+
pairing: PoynterJudd
warning: no real need, it's tame as a kitten.
disclaimer: just a story, and i dont think i'd be here if i owned mcfly. :P
Harry groaned as a flicker of light flooded through the cracks of the parted curtains, glaring through his eyelids and nestling against his pale flesh. Harry rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillows as he stifled a yawn.
There was the sudden gasp as his fingers coiled around the chilled pale sheets for a moment; he whispered a groan as he clutched at the space that really shouldn’t be empty.
Harry tried to call out Dougie’s name but in his flurry of encased sleep, all that came out was a grunted yawn and a tussle of the sheets as he rolled onto his side. Harry’s eyes squinted through the very early morning light, searching for the body that was usually indented with his sleepy features facing him.
But Dougie wasn’t there.
Harry’s back arched as he shuffled into a sitting position, rubbing at his eyes sleepily before scratching at the middle of his chest. The room, which was already a bright white, was saturated with first light and the sprinkle of winter.
The heavy silence drifted through the frozen room as Harry let his feet fall from the bed, his fingers sliding down his body to curl against his hipbones, his fingertips snapping underneath the elastic of his tracksuit pants as he tiptoed towards the doorway.
He froze in the doorway, absorbing the silence of the vibrant room; peering over his shoulder as he swept over the room again, something about it seemed just a little off, a little out of skew and just a little strange. Dougie wasn’t one to wander off unannounced.
Harry just shrugged; maybe it just felt wrong that he woke up without the smaller blondes body curled against his hips, without his lips pressed against his shoulder, and his legs tucked around his waist.
It was routine now, they were routine now, and anything out of their harmonious routine was just a little out of whack.
Harry’s feet were echoing through the white noise, the soft padding of his toes against the polished wooden floors as he searched. He knew Dougie like the back of his hand, but at the moment, Harry was astonished that the boy had gotten himself lost.
And that’s when Harry noticed - he was halfway between the sorbet lounge-room and the undercooked kitchen when he saw the small flakes of snow pelting down past the tiny wooden window.
Harry felt his cheeks fill with blood, and his heart swell. Well of course he knew where Dougie was, now. He let his feet scuff against the cold floor as he kept wandering into the kitchen, his fingers flicked against the kettle while his hand snatched a mug.
It was cold, and Dougie liked hot chocolate when it was cold. Harry could feel the grin growing on his cheeks the more he thought about him, about what he knew was happening.
Harry slunk back into the bedroom, his hands curled against his chest and his eyelids heavy with sleep as he pulled a shirt over his head, struggling to push his arms through, before scooping the doona off their bed. If his guess was correct, he was going to need it.
Backing past the kitchen, Harry snatched the mug off the bench, wrapping the blanket tighter around his body with his free hand as he moved elegantly towards the sliding glass door.
Before he’d even made it outside he could see him. Dougie was sitting cross-legged in the garden on the small park seat Harry had brought him, his head was tilted up and his eyes were bright and wide as he stared into the oncoming drips of snow.
Harry chuckled as he wedged the door open with his foot, waltzing out onto the green lawn, muttering Dougie’s name low under his breath as he tried to wake the amazed blonde from his daze.
But just like always, he didn’t stop staring up, not letting the cold tingle across his bare chest, not letting it gather in his toes which were curled in the grass, and not dampening the smile on his lips, or the bewildered amazed look in his azure eyes.
Harry didn’t say anything as he slipped into the seat beside him, taking a tentative sip of the hot chocolate before shifting the blanket around his body so that there was a large opening towards Dougie.
“Dougie,” Harry whispered.
Dougie didn’t respond immediately, just a low hum under his breath to know he was paying attention. His eyes still stuck to the skies.
“Pugs, come here,” Harry mumbled, his cheeks glistening as a small flake of snow tumbled down between his converging eyes.
Dougie’s eyes snapped towards Harry’s with a childish grin, his body instinctively sloping towards Harry’s, burying himself into his side as he let Harry tuck the blanket around his smaller body.
Harry just grinned as he handed the mug to Dougie, watching as he took a sip before handing it back, the smile on his lips never faltering for a minute.
“It’s snowing,” Dougie grinned.
“You were gone, it must be snowing,” Harry chuckled.
Dougie just let his chest swell with the smell of winter. Of cinnamon and snow and cold shivers and tight hugs as he lolled his head against Harry’s shoulder. And yes, it was snowing.