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title: as lovers go
pairing: alan smith and darren fletcher
rating: g
author's note: for xx_smudge. happy birthday!
as lovers go
When you’re alone, he is all you think about.
It has become almost routine. After a match (or training), you always find yourself laying on the couch, letting memories flood the room (and your mind). You wonder what he’s doing or if he’s even thinking about you (like you are). Sometimes, you think it’s what gets you through the day. (Other times, you wish you could just forget. Because the more you remember, the more you miss. And the more you miss (him), the more you regret ever moving.)
“You need to stop changing your hair style,” he said to you once. “Every time I watch a game of yours, there’s always something different.”
“I can’t help it.” (And you don’t tell him that you only do it because you know it drives him crazy.)
(Even) When you’re not alone, he is all you think about.
Every where you go, there is something that reminds you of him. Every person you meet, you compare to him. And you shouldn’t, because you know no one will even compare to him. No one will mean as much to you, as he does. And it scares you. Not because you love him, but that you need him (more than you want to admit). You need to hear his voice. You need to hear his (random) babblings. You need to see his eyes, and feel his skin against yours. You need all of him.
“The other day, I was walking in to the dressing room, right?” You smiled, listening to every word. “And someone - I think it was Rio - left their boot laying around, and I stumble and nearly flew across the room -” And you aren’t quite sure whether to laugh, or be worried that he could’ve hurt himself. “Anyways,” he sighed, like it wasn’t a big deal. “The point of the story is that I flew. Almost.”
When you’re with him, he is all that matters.
You use to take for granted the amount of time you spent with him. Now, there was never enough time. It didn’t phase you what the both of you did, as long as you were together. But it is always more special when you decide to stay at his place. Alone. But it wasn’t the same kind of feeling you got at home. Because you had him there. You didn’t have to relive the memories of the past. There were new ones being made. And you wanted to remember everything (every detail, every conversation) to take home with you. Hoping it will get you through the weeks, until you see him again.
“You never know, Alan,” he said, “You might end up back in Manchester someday.”
Back where I belong, you thought, with you.
pairing: alan smith and darren fletcher
rating: g
author's note: for xx_smudge. happy birthday!
as lovers go
When you’re alone, he is all you think about.
It has become almost routine. After a match (or training), you always find yourself laying on the couch, letting memories flood the room (and your mind). You wonder what he’s doing or if he’s even thinking about you (like you are). Sometimes, you think it’s what gets you through the day. (Other times, you wish you could just forget. Because the more you remember, the more you miss. And the more you miss (him), the more you regret ever moving.)
“You need to stop changing your hair style,” he said to you once. “Every time I watch a game of yours, there’s always something different.”
“I can’t help it.” (And you don’t tell him that you only do it because you know it drives him crazy.)
(Even) When you’re not alone, he is all you think about.
Every where you go, there is something that reminds you of him. Every person you meet, you compare to him. And you shouldn’t, because you know no one will even compare to him. No one will mean as much to you, as he does. And it scares you. Not because you love him, but that you need him (more than you want to admit). You need to hear his voice. You need to hear his (random) babblings. You need to see his eyes, and feel his skin against yours. You need all of him.
“The other day, I was walking in to the dressing room, right?” You smiled, listening to every word. “And someone - I think it was Rio - left their boot laying around, and I stumble and nearly flew across the room -” And you aren’t quite sure whether to laugh, or be worried that he could’ve hurt himself. “Anyways,” he sighed, like it wasn’t a big deal. “The point of the story is that I flew. Almost.”
When you’re with him, he is all that matters.
You use to take for granted the amount of time you spent with him. Now, there was never enough time. It didn’t phase you what the both of you did, as long as you were together. But it is always more special when you decide to stay at his place. Alone. But it wasn’t the same kind of feeling you got at home. Because you had him there. You didn’t have to relive the memories of the past. There were new ones being made. And you wanted to remember everything (every detail, every conversation) to take home with you. Hoping it will get you through the weeks, until you see him again.
“You never know, Alan,” he said, “You might end up back in Manchester someday.”
Back where I belong, you thought, with you.