Home (short SA slashy)
Title: Home
Author: sophie_03
Warnings: none really.
Pairing/s: Flones - sort of.
Disclaimer: not true,d on't own them etc.
Dedication: Jen :)
Summary: Tom doesn't like being away from home for too long...
Notes: inspired by Tom's twittering around the time when they were in Brazil/foreign places.
only short.
Home
(there’s no place like home)
He was lonely, painfully so. He hated the distance, being away from familiar places for so long and just this ache, of wanting and need. He just wanted to be back home. He had his best friends with him, but it wasn’t quite the same, not really.
And everything was going wrong. Why did nothing want to work for them? It wasn’t fair. The excitement had worn off, he wanted now to be somewhere he knew and didn’t have to think about. His heart ached; this emptiness was growing in him and eh couldn’t control it.
He was becoming this shell, fuelled by caffeine, and music.
He wasn’t in control anymore - had he ever been? Maybe not, but here it was, getting worse and worse.
Home. Such an appealing word. He’d never missed it so much.
All these little things he took for granted, he was now desperate for them.
That wasn’t to say that he hated this. He was having the time of his life, trying all these new and different things, but there was this little part of him that didn’t feel happy. And why?
Little things, little things, unsettling thoughts in his mind that grew and grew.
He stared around the bland hotel room, discontentedly, trying to find anything, just, feeling his world was falling down around him for no particular reason. Just unrest and a chain of mistakes.
He felt so out of place there, with all this unfamiliarity around him. He had a scattering of belongings with him, and that was it. None of this was his. It was anybody’s.
A knock at the door nudged him out of his misery and he went to open it, letting in his friend without really acknowledging him.
He turned away, letting the door be shut behind him by the other guitarist, who looked troubled as Tom turned away from him.
‘Tom?’ Danny’s voice in his ear, then his arms around him, comforting him in a gesture that Tom recognised well from his friend. While others didn’t see Danny as the gentle type, more the out there, sleeping around one; really he was gentle and caring with his friends, when it was just them. There was a whole other side to him. A side Tom adored. And at that moment he needed it, desperately.
Tom rested his head on Danny’s shoulders, enjoying the warmth and comfort from his friend.
They stayed like that, Danny comforting Tom as best he could, knowing he wanted to go home.
Out of all of them Tom was always the one who missed home the most; he was just that kind of person. He liked being at home and he found it harder to adjust.
Time was dragging.
Things weren’t going to plan, not how Tom wanted them to. There just seemed to be so many mistakes, and so many things going wrong.
Not what they wanted.
He kept seeing it all, vividly in his mind and he hated it.
He closed his eyes, as if willing it all to go away and just become a bad dream. But it didn’t.
Yet, Danny was still there, holding him, reminding him just why he loved being in this band so much.
And that was the way it should be. Everything would work out, some time.
At least he wasn’t alone.
Author: sophie_03
Warnings: none really.
Pairing/s: Flones - sort of.
Disclaimer: not true,d on't own them etc.
Dedication: Jen :)
Summary: Tom doesn't like being away from home for too long...
Notes: inspired by Tom's twittering around the time when they were in Brazil/foreign places.
only short.
Home
(there’s no place like home)
He was lonely, painfully so. He hated the distance, being away from familiar places for so long and just this ache, of wanting and need. He just wanted to be back home. He had his best friends with him, but it wasn’t quite the same, not really.
And everything was going wrong. Why did nothing want to work for them? It wasn’t fair. The excitement had worn off, he wanted now to be somewhere he knew and didn’t have to think about. His heart ached; this emptiness was growing in him and eh couldn’t control it.
He was becoming this shell, fuelled by caffeine, and music.
He wasn’t in control anymore - had he ever been? Maybe not, but here it was, getting worse and worse.
Home. Such an appealing word. He’d never missed it so much.
All these little things he took for granted, he was now desperate for them.
That wasn’t to say that he hated this. He was having the time of his life, trying all these new and different things, but there was this little part of him that didn’t feel happy. And why?
Little things, little things, unsettling thoughts in his mind that grew and grew.
He stared around the bland hotel room, discontentedly, trying to find anything, just, feeling his world was falling down around him for no particular reason. Just unrest and a chain of mistakes.
He felt so out of place there, with all this unfamiliarity around him. He had a scattering of belongings with him, and that was it. None of this was his. It was anybody’s.
A knock at the door nudged him out of his misery and he went to open it, letting in his friend without really acknowledging him.
He turned away, letting the door be shut behind him by the other guitarist, who looked troubled as Tom turned away from him.
‘Tom?’ Danny’s voice in his ear, then his arms around him, comforting him in a gesture that Tom recognised well from his friend. While others didn’t see Danny as the gentle type, more the out there, sleeping around one; really he was gentle and caring with his friends, when it was just them. There was a whole other side to him. A side Tom adored. And at that moment he needed it, desperately.
Tom rested his head on Danny’s shoulders, enjoying the warmth and comfort from his friend.
They stayed like that, Danny comforting Tom as best he could, knowing he wanted to go home.
Out of all of them Tom was always the one who missed home the most; he was just that kind of person. He liked being at home and he found it harder to adjust.
Time was dragging.
Things weren’t going to plan, not how Tom wanted them to. There just seemed to be so many mistakes, and so many things going wrong.
Not what they wanted.
He kept seeing it all, vividly in his mind and he hated it.
He closed his eyes, as if willing it all to go away and just become a bad dream. But it didn’t.
Yet, Danny was still there, holding him, reminding him just why he loved being in this band so much.
And that was the way it should be. Everything would work out, some time.
At least he wasn’t alone.