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Title: All Time Love.
Part: Standalone
Rating: PG - Harmless, with a bit of swearing.
Pairing: FletchJones.
Storyline: Based on the song "All Time Love" by Will Young.
Disclaimer: I own Danny. Still.
Posted in: mcflyslash and mcslash.
Sometimes you walk by the good ones, ‘cause you're trying too hard, too hard to see them.
Danny slammed the front door behind himself.
“Fuckin’ hell, man.” He cursed under his breath, dragging his hands down his ice cold face. He inhaled deeply, releasing his tension with growl-like sigh. The fourth, and final, date he had planned in the current month, hadn’t exactly gone to plan. In fact, it had gone terribly. This girl had put an end to any prospect of a relationship before it had it even taken off. Danny wasn’t gutted, as such; he’d been asked out by all four of these girls and wasn’t particularly interested in them, but he wanted a relationship. Desperately, even, to find that one person. He had hoped that one of these girls would blossom into the “one”. The perfect companion. But no such luck.
“Here.” A voice sounded, causing Danny’s head and eyes to dart to the figure stood beside him. Tom offered Danny a mug of hot tea, as well as a sympathetic and warming smile.
“Oh, cheers, mate.” Danny mumbled, quiet in comparison to his outward self. He took the mug of tea from Tom, gasping slightly at the heat from the china mug on his frozen hands. He gave Tom a small, grateful nod, before plodding towards and up the stairs, closing the door of his bedroom to relax to the dulcet tones of his acoustic guitar. Putting his search on hold until morning.
And sometimes you don't find the right lines, ‘cause you're trying too hard, too hard to hear them.
Danny watched his cheeks in the reflection in his bedroom mirror. They were puffed as he exhaled heavily, releasing some of his stress. Clearing his throat, he began again:
“So, basically, like. Your eyes are real stunnin’ and pretty.” He continued to watch himself, his reactions and expressions in the mirror; assessing what looked good and what didn’t. “Argh, bollocks! Fuckin’ romance, load of bollocks.” He gave up, for what must have been the seventeenth time in the last hour, flopping back onto his bed.
“Beautiful.” Tom stood in Danny’s doorway, leaning against the frame and looking to a sprawled Danny. “Beautiful is a good word to use.” He gave Danny a soft grin, lifting himself off of the frame and disappearing down the hallway.
Danny sat up, looking at himself in the mirror again.
“Your eyes are beautiful.” He spoke, studying himself again. He nodded slowly, mentally congratulating himself on a successfully romantic line.
But you know what it feels like, ‘cause you're like me, and you won't give up. 'Till an all time love, ‘cause nothing else is good enough. I want an all time love to find me.
“I dunno, the melody’s brilliant and stuff, but the lyrics. I dunno. Could be better.” Danny grumbled to Tom, who was sat next to him on a swivel chair in a studio; guitars resting in their arms and a scribbled piece of paper in front of them. Tom nodded, his eyes scanning a combination of his and Danny’s scruffy handwriting, tugging on his bottom lip in concentration.
“Mhm, I do see your point. How about we lose these two lines here?” He pointed to those lines, looking at Danny to read his expression.
“Yup, I think so.” Danny nodded, frowning as he read.
“We won’t stop until it’s perfect.” Tom smiled. “I know what you’re like. I’m the same, remember. We won’t give up until we have perfection. Nothing else is good enough, right?”
“Totally, mate.” Danny returned the smile, before moulding his fingers into the first chord of the song, beginning again.
Danny wanted perfection in every area of his life; from his music, to the way he dresses in the morning. But, most importantly, in his partner. There was no second best, he wouldn’t settle for that. What would be the point? He was determined to continue his quest for that “one”, until that incredible being found him. He was willing to wait as long as it takes for the day that they find him. And that day would be the happiest of his life.
Some days you're too set in your ways, and you forget to shut up, shut up and listen. And some days you just have to misplace all your mistakes, somewhere that you won't miss them.
Danny stepped out a club, leaving the hard beat behind him. Feeling frustrated, again, he rubbed a hand over his face and shook his head. Another night; no true love. Tom soon followed him out.
“You okay, Dan?” He asked, folding his arms in concern.
“Ugh, nah.” Danny groaned. “I dunno what I’m doin’ wrong, Tom. I’ve been in there all night, and no girl has come up to me. Nothing 'fate-like' has happened. Sure, I spoke to some of them, but if they were for real, they would have found me, eh?”
“Well, not necessarily-” Tom began, only to be cut short by Danny.
“I’m fed up of waitin’ and waitin’ for it to happen. What if those girls I’ve been with were the perfect one? Fuckin’ made the mistake of letting them go, when they might have been ‘it’. I’ve made so many bloody mistakes, man. These mistakes keep… comin’ back to me and all I think about is how wrong every date goes. I can’t forget about them, so I act differently and strange, and it puts new girls off, which means they become another mistake! And I’m still stuck waiting for the love of my bollockin’ life to find me.” He rambled, arms flailing about as he spoke animatedly.
“Danny, listen to me. Don’t be so set in your ways of-”
“But this is how it’s gotta happen, man. I’ve seen those chick movies and crap, and it happens when you don’t expect it. That person comes over to you, then you know it’s perfect. That’s the way….” Danny trailed off, slipping into a daydream of what that moment might be like. Tom sighed. Danny was so set in his ways that his true love would find him one day, and didn’t look willing to change his prospective.
So stop lying that you're fine, ‘cause you're like me, and you can't give up. 'Till an all time love, ‘cause nothing else is good enough. I want an all time love to find me.
Danny laid on his bed; a place he found himself more and more often lately. Tom passed his room again, and peered his head in.
“Alright?” He asked with a smile, eyebrows raised.
“I’m fine.” Danny lifted his head, giving Tom a toothy smile. Tom nodded, heading off down the stairs. As he left, he heard Danny sigh, confirming his thoughts that Danny was lying; he really wasn’t fine. He headed into the kitchen, flicking down the switch to boil an already-filled kettle. Tom was similar to Danny. Deep down, he wanted exactly what Danny did. He wanted that special someone to treasure and be treasured by, but there was a difference separating the two band mates; unlike Danny, Tom had already found his “soul mate”. It was only a case of having those feelings returned.
I don't believe that it's a failing, I don't believe that it's a fault. ‘Cause if everything were plain sailing, oh tell me, what would there be left to exalt?
Danny believed that love would come to him. Surprise him unexpectedly, one random day, out of the blue. Whereas, Tom had a different perspective. Whilst he loved Danny’s rather romantic idea, and didn’t blame Danny for wanting it to happen that way, he knew the reality. Perfection, most of the time, doesn’t fall into your lap. It doesn’t appear straight away and then everything is great. It takes work, effort and, in his case, a lot of patience. There will be some searching involved and, perhaps, a little or a lot of heartache, but everything is worth it in the end. All the work would make it special, even more so.
But an all time love, ‘cause nothing else is good enough. I want an all time love to find me. I want an all time love, ‘cause nothing else is good enough. I want an all time love to find me.
Tom found Danny stood by the front door again, after yet another disastrous date. This time, he didn’t feel angry, but drained. Impatiently fed up of waiting for perfection.
“Let me guess?” Tom asked softly, appearing from the kitchen with another mug of tea. Danny removed his jacket, hanging it on the hook beside him. “Not the one?"
“Nope.” Danny shook his head and leant back on the door, sighing out.
“Here you are.” Tom stepped closer to Danny, holding the mug towards him. Danny accepted it, mumbling polite thanks. “Danny, maybe it‘s time to stop waiting around?”
“Mm.” He hummed, whilst taking a sip of his tea. “I guess. Maybe if I stop hoping it will happen, it will. S’pose to happen when I least expect it, right?” Danny was silenced as Tom edged closer, softly touching Danny’s lips with his own for a second, freezing Danny to the spot. Tom stepped back, smiling again to Danny.
“I hope so.” He replied quietly, before turning on his heels and heading upstairs to his room.
Danny watched Tom leave until he had disappeared from sight, with his lips parted in shock. His mind was replaying the feeling of Tom’s lips on his, feeling Tom’s nose brush against his, and the feeling of the heat from his body. Danny’s stomach bubbled over and a nervous lump formed in his throat; his head whirring beyond belief. Something he had never felt after a kiss, or had felt it this strongly, at least. It was totally unexpected and surprising, which made it exactly how he imagined it to be. It was… perfect, you could say. Was this the day that Danny’s All Time Love had found him? The one that was good enough? Well, no. Because he had been there all along. This was just the day that Danny realised this.