Keeping Busy, X-Factor Fic, RPS, Matt/Aiden
Ok, so it's been a while since I wrote, well, anything really. But the whole X-factor thing has eaten my brain, and somewhere along the way as I was reading (and rereading) everything that aidenmatt had to offer, I wrote fic. And more fic actually, but that needs a bit of fine tuning. But here's my first offering in quite a while.
Title: Keeping Busy
Word Count: 877
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not Mine - real people, in fact. And this almost certainly probably definately didn't happen.
Summary: With Aiden gone Matt is at a bit of a loose end, so the One Direction boys step in. OR In which One Direction panic and Simon is a problem solving genius.
Author's Note: This is the first thing I've written in a while, and the first ever thing in this fandom, so I'm still finding my way. The One Direction boys are the characters a lot of you wonderful people have created, rather than any reflection on their real life selves, but hey! Oh, and it is Matt/Aiden but they don't exactly feature. I have something a little more normal in the works as well.
Keeping Busy
by northern_rain
“Ohmigod Simon you have to help us,” were Liam’s first words when Simon finally finished the phone call and came into his office. Perhaps it was a comment on the type of people he had been working with, but he half expected to see drug dealers or paparazzi or gunmen waiting outside in reception. Sticking his head out of the door and letting his secretary know he might be a while, he was relived to find the reception area empty.
“What’s up?” Teenage angst he felt fairly able to deal with, after all.
“Matt won’t leave us alone, he’s improving us.” The horror in Louis’ voice was echoed in the faces of the other four, and Simon raised an eyebrow. “Well he was all sad after Aiden…left” the slight pause was, he knew, to edit out the accusations they had levelled at him more than once. “And some of us,” a glare at Harry here, “thought Matt was too pretty to be sad…”
“And the rest of you,” Harry leapt in, “think I’m too pretty to be sad…”
“So we called Aiden and he said Matt liked to be useful and we should let him teach us stuff, because Matt knew loads of stuff. Which was slightly worrying, as we’ve all heard…”
“…loudly and rather more than once a night…”
“…what Aiden thinks Matt is best at…”
They trailed off here, exchanging guilty glances, maybe recalling that they were speaking to a fifty-one year old man, or to the richest man they knew, or their boss, who had made it clear that they were in the house to work, not mess around, and while he hadn’t made it explicitly clear that they weren’t to start dating, they all knew the score.
Simon couldn’t help a wry smile. “Anyone with eyes, and a computer, knows what those two think of each other. Go on.”
“So we were rather doubtful, shall we say…” Louis resumed the narrative.
“…but then we came across Matt defrosting the fridge…” Harry joined in.
“…and by defrosting we mean killing it dead. He was stabbing it with a knife,” Louis made alarming gestures in Simon’s general direction, “so we thought we better try Aiden’s advice.”
“Matt knows everything,” Zayn wailed. “All those comments about him having done about a hundred different jobs? He means it. And he’s clearly some sort of freakish genius who should be running the country except he’s got an obsession with music that stops him concentrating on anything else.”
“Except Aiden,” Louis chimed in, “if Matt was like a superspy or something Aiden could be his kryptonite, or a cool nemesis slash love interest.”
“Anyway,” Niall took them back on topic. “We’ve cleaned, we’ve fixed the plumbing, we’ve decorated Matt’s bedroom, and we really don’t want to know why he felt the need to do that. We’ve rewired a few plugs, we’ve learnt several new words in more than one new language…”
“…actually that was kind of cool,” Harry offered and the other four glared at him, still blaming him for the whole debacle.
“We’ve only avoided gardening because it’s too cold and frozen out there,” Louis continued, “seriously he’s hoping for a bit of a thaw. We managed to distract him briefly by getting him to write that song, but he finished it suspiciously quickly…”
“Maybe he’s just gifted,” Harry defended.
“Or maybe he’d already written several songs for Aiden already. Either way, that just bought us a slight respite, then he went back to looking sad and staring at pictures of Aiden on his phone. So we had to distract him again. Then it got too much and when we pointed out that we needed to rehearse he said we should all learn how to play a musical instrument and he’s teaching us the guitar. You’ve got to stop him.”
“I don’t know what you want me to do,” Simon bit back a grin.
“Kidnap Aiden and bring him here,” was Niall’s helpful offering, while Zayn offered, “have Matt removed to Wagner’s old hotel room” and Harry, rather optimistically suggested, “claim that the whole country imagined Aiden being eliminated and bring him back. You could probably get away with it.”
“Have you considered just telling Matt you need a break?”
The boys just looked at him like he was insane.
“We can’t abandon him,” Harry’s eyes were wide and he was clearly adding ‘like you made Aiden’ in his head.
“Not what I said.”
“We could tell him you said we need a break,” Zayn reasoned.
“Or you could tell him,” Louis offered.
“Tell him you need a break, and tell him to Skype Aiden.”
“Genius,” the boys grinned, but Louis couldn’t resist adding, “but Dannii might be rather cross when Matt doesn’t come out of his room for several hours. And the electricity bill will soar.”
“We should probably get Matt some sort of lock for the door,” Liam suggested and the others nodded along enthusiastically.
The boys bounced out of the room without spending anytime discussing their song choices or performance or anything, and, calling after them to come back, Simon couldn’t help but wonder how the not remotely ‘bro’ romance of two other contestants had started to eat up a large portion of his life.
Title: Keeping Busy
Word Count: 877
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not Mine - real people, in fact. And this almost certainly probably definately didn't happen.
Summary: With Aiden gone Matt is at a bit of a loose end, so the One Direction boys step in. OR In which One Direction panic and Simon is a problem solving genius.
Author's Note: This is the first thing I've written in a while, and the first ever thing in this fandom, so I'm still finding my way. The One Direction boys are the characters a lot of you wonderful people have created, rather than any reflection on their real life selves, but hey! Oh, and it is Matt/Aiden but they don't exactly feature. I have something a little more normal in the works as well.
Keeping Busy
by northern_rain
“Ohmigod Simon you have to help us,” were Liam’s first words when Simon finally finished the phone call and came into his office. Perhaps it was a comment on the type of people he had been working with, but he half expected to see drug dealers or paparazzi or gunmen waiting outside in reception. Sticking his head out of the door and letting his secretary know he might be a while, he was relived to find the reception area empty.
“What’s up?” Teenage angst he felt fairly able to deal with, after all.
“Matt won’t leave us alone, he’s improving us.” The horror in Louis’ voice was echoed in the faces of the other four, and Simon raised an eyebrow. “Well he was all sad after Aiden…left” the slight pause was, he knew, to edit out the accusations they had levelled at him more than once. “And some of us,” a glare at Harry here, “thought Matt was too pretty to be sad…”
“And the rest of you,” Harry leapt in, “think I’m too pretty to be sad…”
“So we called Aiden and he said Matt liked to be useful and we should let him teach us stuff, because Matt knew loads of stuff. Which was slightly worrying, as we’ve all heard…”
“…loudly and rather more than once a night…”
“…what Aiden thinks Matt is best at…”
They trailed off here, exchanging guilty glances, maybe recalling that they were speaking to a fifty-one year old man, or to the richest man they knew, or their boss, who had made it clear that they were in the house to work, not mess around, and while he hadn’t made it explicitly clear that they weren’t to start dating, they all knew the score.
Simon couldn’t help a wry smile. “Anyone with eyes, and a computer, knows what those two think of each other. Go on.”
“So we were rather doubtful, shall we say…” Louis resumed the narrative.
“…but then we came across Matt defrosting the fridge…” Harry joined in.
“…and by defrosting we mean killing it dead. He was stabbing it with a knife,” Louis made alarming gestures in Simon’s general direction, “so we thought we better try Aiden’s advice.”
“Matt knows everything,” Zayn wailed. “All those comments about him having done about a hundred different jobs? He means it. And he’s clearly some sort of freakish genius who should be running the country except he’s got an obsession with music that stops him concentrating on anything else.”
“Except Aiden,” Louis chimed in, “if Matt was like a superspy or something Aiden could be his kryptonite, or a cool nemesis slash love interest.”
“Anyway,” Niall took them back on topic. “We’ve cleaned, we’ve fixed the plumbing, we’ve decorated Matt’s bedroom, and we really don’t want to know why he felt the need to do that. We’ve rewired a few plugs, we’ve learnt several new words in more than one new language…”
“…actually that was kind of cool,” Harry offered and the other four glared at him, still blaming him for the whole debacle.
“We’ve only avoided gardening because it’s too cold and frozen out there,” Louis continued, “seriously he’s hoping for a bit of a thaw. We managed to distract him briefly by getting him to write that song, but he finished it suspiciously quickly…”
“Maybe he’s just gifted,” Harry defended.
“Or maybe he’d already written several songs for Aiden already. Either way, that just bought us a slight respite, then he went back to looking sad and staring at pictures of Aiden on his phone. So we had to distract him again. Then it got too much and when we pointed out that we needed to rehearse he said we should all learn how to play a musical instrument and he’s teaching us the guitar. You’ve got to stop him.”
“I don’t know what you want me to do,” Simon bit back a grin.
“Kidnap Aiden and bring him here,” was Niall’s helpful offering, while Zayn offered, “have Matt removed to Wagner’s old hotel room” and Harry, rather optimistically suggested, “claim that the whole country imagined Aiden being eliminated and bring him back. You could probably get away with it.”
“Have you considered just telling Matt you need a break?”
The boys just looked at him like he was insane.
“We can’t abandon him,” Harry’s eyes were wide and he was clearly adding ‘like you made Aiden’ in his head.
“Not what I said.”
“We could tell him you said we need a break,” Zayn reasoned.
“Or you could tell him,” Louis offered.
“Tell him you need a break, and tell him to Skype Aiden.”
“Genius,” the boys grinned, but Louis couldn’t resist adding, “but Dannii might be rather cross when Matt doesn’t come out of his room for several hours. And the electricity bill will soar.”
“We should probably get Matt some sort of lock for the door,” Liam suggested and the others nodded along enthusiastically.
The boys bounced out of the room without spending anytime discussing their song choices or performance or anything, and, calling after them to come back, Simon couldn’t help but wonder how the not remotely ‘bro’ romance of two other contestants had started to eat up a large portion of his life.