Tattoo - Flones - Chapter 3
Title:Tattoo
Author: Me!
Part:3/11
Pairing: Flones
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst
Word Count: Chapter : 1,525
Summary: They were best friends until they went to Uni. Six years later, they find each other again, but everything has changed.
Warnings: It's a pretty emotional fic. Some health issues that might hit hard if you have an eating disorder, or someone you know has one. Implied Mpreg, but theres a good explanation of how it happened, and no actual Mpreg in the fic. Anyways. Take a look.
A/N:For everywordsalie.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
“Shit.” Tom suddenly lurched away, tearing away from Danny’s gaze and to the side, ignoring his one and only lover as he left the drinks where they were. Danny was shocked into stillness for only a moment before he whirled around and chased after Tom, who was by now across the room. Tom grabbed his coat, hurriedly telling Dougie and Harry that he was sorry, but he had to go. They frowned as they watched their newest friend leave in a rush of barely understood words and excuses. When Danny came up to the pool table, looking around for Tom before spotting him by the door, the two looked at each other. Only a look and the decision was made, so they followed, downing their sticks for someone else to grab, and scooping up their own coats, sliding into them before heading after the other two men.
Outside, the situation was less calm headed. Tom had made it to his car, but had struggled to get the key into the lock. Before he had managed it, a large hand had grabbed his right shoulder and whirled him around, it’s partner coming up to grab his left and press him back against the cool metal. Shaking fingers dropped the keys and Tom’s brown eyes were wide, his breathe coming out in harsh gasps. Danny’s blue eyes, that had always been so warm, stared almost coldly at him.
“Why the hell are you running from me, Fletcher? Scared now that I’ve found you?”
Something registered in his brain, the sentence not wholly making sense to Tom, so all he could find to say was “What?”
Danny all but growled. “Six years of hiding from me. One night and suddenly you’re better than me, all high and fucking mighty. Well fuck you.” Danny shoved forwards, jolting Tom’s shoulders before pulling away, turning to run his hands through his hair. He paced two steps away, Tom frozen, shocked against the car, before Danny spun and pointed at him. “What the hell did I do to you, ey? Loved you and held you while you cried. Cried my own fucking tears over you, too bloody many I may add, and there you are, playing fucking pool, in the pub I told you I thought looked wicked, that we should go to some time when you got off your arse and got some ID.”
Tom remembered that. They’d been walking past the pub, and Danny had verbalised his wish to go inside and get a beer sometime. Tom had agreed. They had never got around to it.
He was pulled back to the present by Danny’s continued speech.
“Buying the bloody beer I said I wanted to get, were you? Bet it tasted well good. J2O for the kid at the table. God, you’re fucking the brunette aren’t you? Let me break you in, and suddenly you’re off fucking the population.”
Tom’s brain could only focus on one thing at a time, and annoyingly enough, it honed in on the least important thing.
“I don’t drink.”
Danny looked up at him from where he’d been pacing back and force, fingers lodged in his curls. “The blonde’s old enough to drink beer. Huh.” He frowned, before realising that he was no longer shouting. He opened his mouth to continue, when Tom’s brain finally caught up with the rest of what Danny had said.
His face contorted in anger and he finally unfroze, pushing himself up from the car. “And fuck you, Danny! I’m not shagging Harry! God no! Him and Dougie are together. No bloody chance for me even if I wanted it, those two are so tight. Get your head out of your arse and stop shouting things at me that you have no fucking proof over!”
Danny pulled his fingers free and shouted back. “Well some of it’s fucking true, isn’t it? You had one taste of me and decided I wasn’t bloody good enough for you. So much for being on your fucking heart forever. Didn’t answer my calls, moved uni. Your parents wouldn’t tell me where the hell you were.”
Tom stared at Danny, his anger instantly draining away. “What?”
Danny looked right back, shoulders dropping. “I called you every day for three months, even after my phone got nicked. Had your number memorised in my head. You wouldn’t ever pick up, so I called your uni office to see if I could get your dorm number, and they said you’d transferred. So I called your parents, and they wouldn’t say anything to me. Where the hell did you go, Tom?”
Tom was mute, and could barely open his mouth to gape like a fish. The silence was penetrated by the sound of the pub door opening, music and chatter escaping into the night air as Dougie and Harry stepped out.
The taller, older male stepped forwards and addressed Tom. “Everything ok?”
The new presence seemed to snap Tom out of his funk, and he turned his head to look over his shoulder and nodded at Harry. “Yeh. It’s...” he paused, before a faint smile came over his lips. “It’s all good.” He turned his brown eyes to look into blue, which were no longer cold. Instead they were sad, depressed even. Tom sighed. Harry and Dougie stood back and watched as he walked up to Danny, rummaging in his wallet for his card. Taking it out, he pressed it into Danny’s hand. “This is the number of my new mobile... that I got as a present from my parents. Two days after going to uni.”
Comprehension dawned in Danny’s eyes. “You mean you-“
“Weren’t trying to avoid you? No. I haven’t turned on my old phone for six years. I didn’t get your messages. I was calling your phone, which was stolen.” Tom looked down at where his hand was still holding Danny’s. “Come over tomorrow?”
Danny nodded, and Tom saw it as he lifted his gaze back up and withdrew his hand. “What time?”
“One?”
Danny nodded again, and Tom smiled almost shyly before turning and heading to his car. He grabbed his keys up off of the floor, and climbed in, before driving off into the night.
Danny stared down the road at the spot that he’d last seem Tom’s car, a gigantic smile on his face. Harry just watched him as Dougie tactfully ignored the scene and hailed a cab. Eventually, they left, and Danny was left standing by the side of the road.
It started to rain, and he never stopped smiling. Instead, he tipped his head back and laughed at the sky, doing a little dance as he spread his arms out wide and span in a circle, fingers curled protectively around Tom’s number and address in his palm.
***
Tom couldn’t help himself. He headed straight for his daughter. Letting himself in with the spare key, he left all the lights off and just head straight upstairs, toeing off his slightly damp shoes at the bottom of the stairs. He made his way into her bedroom, and shuffled quietly over to the side of her bed.
Tom stared silently down her, the ghost of the man he had been years before suddenly restored as his heart swelled. She looked so much like Danny. He’d refused to see it, when he thought that Danny had abandoned him, but now that he was back, and had told him that it was all just some huge misunderstanding...
Tom could kick himself for telling his parents not to tell Danny where he was if he called. He had been hurt, scared, and completely unready to tell Danny that he was a father, even if he had come back.
That thought put a dampener of Tom’s good mood. He’d have to tell Danny. Maybe not tomorrow, they had other things to talk about in the hour or so that he could spare between one and the time he’d have to leave to pick up his daughter. Their daughter.
Even at the thought of not telling Danny that he had a child, Tom got a bitter taste in the back of his mouth. For years he had wished that there was some way for Danny to be there with his daughter, and now he had the chance, but Tom wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to share his precious girl.
Tom leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Dani’s temple, making her stir and snuffle into her pillow. He pulled back and smiled down at her.
He left and made his way home through the dark streets, wipers on against the rain. When he got in, he went straight to his room and the en suite bathroom there. He stripped off his good clothes and dumped them in the hamper. He switched on the shower and climbed in underneath the scalding spray. He didn’t turn it down. Instead, he let it wash away the tears that were running down his face, yet another evening spent in tears.
Only, this time he didn’t know whether they were tears of sadness and loneliness, or tears of hope and joy.
Chapter 4
Author: Me!
Part:3/11
Pairing: Flones
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst
Word Count: Chapter : 1,525
Summary: They were best friends until they went to Uni. Six years later, they find each other again, but everything has changed.
Warnings: It's a pretty emotional fic. Some health issues that might hit hard if you have an eating disorder, or someone you know has one. Implied Mpreg, but theres a good explanation of how it happened, and no actual Mpreg in the fic. Anyways. Take a look.
A/N:For everywordsalie.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
“Shit.” Tom suddenly lurched away, tearing away from Danny’s gaze and to the side, ignoring his one and only lover as he left the drinks where they were. Danny was shocked into stillness for only a moment before he whirled around and chased after Tom, who was by now across the room. Tom grabbed his coat, hurriedly telling Dougie and Harry that he was sorry, but he had to go. They frowned as they watched their newest friend leave in a rush of barely understood words and excuses. When Danny came up to the pool table, looking around for Tom before spotting him by the door, the two looked at each other. Only a look and the decision was made, so they followed, downing their sticks for someone else to grab, and scooping up their own coats, sliding into them before heading after the other two men.
Outside, the situation was less calm headed. Tom had made it to his car, but had struggled to get the key into the lock. Before he had managed it, a large hand had grabbed his right shoulder and whirled him around, it’s partner coming up to grab his left and press him back against the cool metal. Shaking fingers dropped the keys and Tom’s brown eyes were wide, his breathe coming out in harsh gasps. Danny’s blue eyes, that had always been so warm, stared almost coldly at him.
“Why the hell are you running from me, Fletcher? Scared now that I’ve found you?”
Something registered in his brain, the sentence not wholly making sense to Tom, so all he could find to say was “What?”
Danny all but growled. “Six years of hiding from me. One night and suddenly you’re better than me, all high and fucking mighty. Well fuck you.” Danny shoved forwards, jolting Tom’s shoulders before pulling away, turning to run his hands through his hair. He paced two steps away, Tom frozen, shocked against the car, before Danny spun and pointed at him. “What the hell did I do to you, ey? Loved you and held you while you cried. Cried my own fucking tears over you, too bloody many I may add, and there you are, playing fucking pool, in the pub I told you I thought looked wicked, that we should go to some time when you got off your arse and got some ID.”
Tom remembered that. They’d been walking past the pub, and Danny had verbalised his wish to go inside and get a beer sometime. Tom had agreed. They had never got around to it.
He was pulled back to the present by Danny’s continued speech.
“Buying the bloody beer I said I wanted to get, were you? Bet it tasted well good. J2O for the kid at the table. God, you’re fucking the brunette aren’t you? Let me break you in, and suddenly you’re off fucking the population.”
Tom’s brain could only focus on one thing at a time, and annoyingly enough, it honed in on the least important thing.
“I don’t drink.”
Danny looked up at him from where he’d been pacing back and force, fingers lodged in his curls. “The blonde’s old enough to drink beer. Huh.” He frowned, before realising that he was no longer shouting. He opened his mouth to continue, when Tom’s brain finally caught up with the rest of what Danny had said.
His face contorted in anger and he finally unfroze, pushing himself up from the car. “And fuck you, Danny! I’m not shagging Harry! God no! Him and Dougie are together. No bloody chance for me even if I wanted it, those two are so tight. Get your head out of your arse and stop shouting things at me that you have no fucking proof over!”
Danny pulled his fingers free and shouted back. “Well some of it’s fucking true, isn’t it? You had one taste of me and decided I wasn’t bloody good enough for you. So much for being on your fucking heart forever. Didn’t answer my calls, moved uni. Your parents wouldn’t tell me where the hell you were.”
Tom stared at Danny, his anger instantly draining away. “What?”
Danny looked right back, shoulders dropping. “I called you every day for three months, even after my phone got nicked. Had your number memorised in my head. You wouldn’t ever pick up, so I called your uni office to see if I could get your dorm number, and they said you’d transferred. So I called your parents, and they wouldn’t say anything to me. Where the hell did you go, Tom?”
Tom was mute, and could barely open his mouth to gape like a fish. The silence was penetrated by the sound of the pub door opening, music and chatter escaping into the night air as Dougie and Harry stepped out.
The taller, older male stepped forwards and addressed Tom. “Everything ok?”
The new presence seemed to snap Tom out of his funk, and he turned his head to look over his shoulder and nodded at Harry. “Yeh. It’s...” he paused, before a faint smile came over his lips. “It’s all good.” He turned his brown eyes to look into blue, which were no longer cold. Instead they were sad, depressed even. Tom sighed. Harry and Dougie stood back and watched as he walked up to Danny, rummaging in his wallet for his card. Taking it out, he pressed it into Danny’s hand. “This is the number of my new mobile... that I got as a present from my parents. Two days after going to uni.”
Comprehension dawned in Danny’s eyes. “You mean you-“
“Weren’t trying to avoid you? No. I haven’t turned on my old phone for six years. I didn’t get your messages. I was calling your phone, which was stolen.” Tom looked down at where his hand was still holding Danny’s. “Come over tomorrow?”
Danny nodded, and Tom saw it as he lifted his gaze back up and withdrew his hand. “What time?”
“One?”
Danny nodded again, and Tom smiled almost shyly before turning and heading to his car. He grabbed his keys up off of the floor, and climbed in, before driving off into the night.
Danny stared down the road at the spot that he’d last seem Tom’s car, a gigantic smile on his face. Harry just watched him as Dougie tactfully ignored the scene and hailed a cab. Eventually, they left, and Danny was left standing by the side of the road.
It started to rain, and he never stopped smiling. Instead, he tipped his head back and laughed at the sky, doing a little dance as he spread his arms out wide and span in a circle, fingers curled protectively around Tom’s number and address in his palm.
***
Tom couldn’t help himself. He headed straight for his daughter. Letting himself in with the spare key, he left all the lights off and just head straight upstairs, toeing off his slightly damp shoes at the bottom of the stairs. He made his way into her bedroom, and shuffled quietly over to the side of her bed.
Tom stared silently down her, the ghost of the man he had been years before suddenly restored as his heart swelled. She looked so much like Danny. He’d refused to see it, when he thought that Danny had abandoned him, but now that he was back, and had told him that it was all just some huge misunderstanding...
Tom could kick himself for telling his parents not to tell Danny where he was if he called. He had been hurt, scared, and completely unready to tell Danny that he was a father, even if he had come back.
That thought put a dampener of Tom’s good mood. He’d have to tell Danny. Maybe not tomorrow, they had other things to talk about in the hour or so that he could spare between one and the time he’d have to leave to pick up his daughter. Their daughter.
Even at the thought of not telling Danny that he had a child, Tom got a bitter taste in the back of his mouth. For years he had wished that there was some way for Danny to be there with his daughter, and now he had the chance, but Tom wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to share his precious girl.
Tom leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Dani’s temple, making her stir and snuffle into her pillow. He pulled back and smiled down at her.
He left and made his way home through the dark streets, wipers on against the rain. When he got in, he went straight to his room and the en suite bathroom there. He stripped off his good clothes and dumped them in the hamper. He switched on the shower and climbed in underneath the scalding spray. He didn’t turn it down. Instead, he let it wash away the tears that were running down his face, yet another evening spent in tears.
Only, this time he didn’t know whether they were tears of sadness and loneliness, or tears of hope and joy.
Chapter 4