mcfly-slash .. Picture
oh my, do i feel creative these days. mcfly are really inspiring i guess. because, no way, here i come with another standalone! enjoy!
Title: Picture
Author: me … duh!
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: Drama … Songfic
Pairing: Dougie/Danny … short mentioning of Dougie/Harry
Summary: I thought about you for a long time … Can't seem to get you off my mind … I can't understand why we're living life this way
Disclaimer: haha … yea right!
Dedication: to me Cazza who made me do this!
Author’s note: So, I really love songfics. And they’ve always been the easiest for me to write. I’ve tried a different pairing this time, though. Bare with me please. Oh yea, song’s "Picture" by Sheryl Crow and Kid Rock and lyrics would be in italics. And … English isn’t my first language and I know shit about grammar so you probably have to ignore any sort or form of spelling errors or wrong tenses.
Danny stared at the ceiling above him. Just like he did last night, and the night before that, and the night before that as well. He was sure, if he would get out of the bed, he could see a clear outline of his body because he had barely left the bed in the past days he’s spent here.
Okay, well, that wouldn’t be really true. He had left the bed. He had even left the room. And he had even the cheap hotel he called his home at the moment.
He had left when he ran out of food. Pot Noodles never last long, you know. And all those damned bottles of beer were done too fast as well. He also never knew before how fast a pack of cigarettes could be emptied.
Oh, and not to forget … he had been out to get sex. Every night, when he went to run his daily errands, he finished his tour at the shady bar just down the road. The place was horrible and if he weren’t in this exact situation, Danny would never have stepped a foot inside it. But the bar provided one thing, more than enough of it as well. Girls, easy-to-get-girls at that. So far, every night when Danny had been in that bar (three nights in total), he left the place with another blonde or brunette or whatever. He would take her to his hotel, up to his room and they would have their fun. And then she’d leave again. Nice, easy and absolutely not complicated.
That was the way Danny liked things to be. Nice, easy and absolutely not complicated.
He had tried to settle down. And once, he even thought that it had worked.
Dougie, the first and only guy Danny had been with so far.
He had been perfect, better than any girl could ever have been. He had accepted him the way he was, with the stories from his past. And there weren’t few of them, and they weren’t of the nice kind either. Dougie had known about Danny’s problem to have a relationship, his fear of comitment. But he had taken the risk and stayed with him.
But Danny, being himself, royally messed it up after a while of being with Dougie. Why he didn’t even know himself. Out of habit, probably.
Cheating was never a good thing, he knew it. Hell, there were a number of people he’d been with who have cheated on their partners with him.
But cheating was even worse when you cheat on your own partner and get caught by them. When you look up from whoever you have writhing underneath you and you see the look on your partner’s face. Anger. Hurt. But worst of all … Disapointment because they had seen it coming.
Danny sighed, sat up and turned to his bedside cabinet. A framed picture of Dougie was set atop of it, one of the few things he had taken with him when he left Dougie’s flat where he had been living with the other man, mainly to avoid staying at his own sad excuse for a flat with a roomate he never particularly liked.
He looked at the picture for a long time, took it into his hands and ran his fingers over the glass, over his love’s blue eyes, the tousled hair, his smooth skin and his silky lips. A few tears made their way from Danny’s eyes and face until they fell down onto the glass.
He sighed and placed the picture back onto the bedside cabinet, laying it down on the glass front before he got out of the bed.
He couldn’t be looking at his love when he returned later, another girl in toss.
Living my life on a slow hill,
different girl every night at the hotel.
I ain't seen the sun shine in three damn days
Been fuelin up on cocaine and whiskey
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways
I put your picture away
sat down and cried today.
I can't look at you, while I'm laying next to her
===
Dougie was sat in the living room of his flat and mindlessly surfed through the channels, not caring about what was on. He didn’t feel like watching anything anyway.
His friend Tom had just been over earlier. To check up on him, he was sure. To help and comfort him with nice words.
Harry, a friend of himself and Danny, had told him where Danny was, had called the hotel ‘Danny’s hideaway place’. He had given him the number of it in case Dougie wanted to speak to him, knowing fully well that Danny would never take the step to apologise.
And Dougie had called. Had asked for Danny. He hadn’t been in, though.
When he had told Tom and Harry about what was being told to him, his friends came up with excuses.
“He might be out for a walk.”
“I’m sure he ran out of something and went to a store nearby.”
Their eyes told Dougie a different story though. They said that Danny was out, getting slightly intoxicated before picking up yet another nameless person who’d take away his loneliness for just another hour.
Dougie poured himself another glass of the wine which he had found in a dark corner of one of the kitchen cupboards. Why it even was there, he didn’t know. He’d never been keen on wine. But right now it seemed fitting to his situation. Sitting there, staring into nothingness, sipping on the dark red liquid and sulking over his broken heart.
A noise from the doorway drew Dougie’s attention away from the images on the TV-screen. He looked up to see Harry standing in the door to his bedroom, a sympathetic smile on his face before turning back around and disappearing back into the bedroom.
With one last gulp, Dougie emptied his glass and turned off the TV as he got up. He switched off the lamp in the living room and left it towards his bedroom.
He entered the dimly lit room where Harry was already laying on the bed. Without saying a word Dougie got in next to him.
He cast a short glance to his bedside cabinet where a picture of Danny was placed. A ‘rather odd one’, as his ex-boyfriend had used to say. But Dougie liked the weird face Danny pulled on it, loved the sparkle of his eyes and the wideness of his grin.
In one swift movement he opened the drawer of the cabinet and put the picture in it. He fumbled for another moment until his fingers found what they had been looking for. He took the plastic wrapped item and, after closing the drawer and turning back around, placed the condom in Harry’s hand.
I called you last night in the hotel
Everyone knows but they won't tell
But their half-hearted smiles tell me something just ain't right
I've been waitin on you for a long time
Fueling up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in three damn nights
I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while I'm laying next to him
===
Days, or maybe even weeks, had passed and nothing had changed for Danny. He was still living in this tiny hotel room, still going through his daily routine.
The day before had been different though. He had run out of a few hygiene necessities so he had to extend his normal route through the neigborhood.
And that’s when he had met him.
Dougie.
He had been with Harry, just walking down the street, talking. Upon seeing him walking towards them they had stopped. They had stood in front of each other, just sharing looks before Harry started to talk about whatever. Danny didn’t listen.
But then.
“So, you good then?” Dougie spoke.
Just then Danny had realised how much he missed the sound of Dougie’s voice. The young man never spoke much but when he did, Danny felt close to heaven.
“Yea well, can’t complain. How bout you?”
He had hoped for Dougie to tell him that he missed him, that he wanted him to come back to the safety of home. That’s what his face was telling him. The words coming out of his love’s mouth were different though.
“I’m alright. Just, you know, lazing around as usual. It’s nice.”
I saw you yesterday with an old friend
It was the same old same how have you been
===
Never in his life had Dougie told anyone such a lie.
He wasn’t ‘alright’. In fact, he was far from it. And lazing around had never been so painful before either.
But even though the walls of his home seemed to edge closer to him every day, Dougie could never bring himself to leave his flat. Why for anyway? The world outside was boring, nothing compared to the brightness Danny had brought into his life.
It had been the first time in a week that he had been outside. Harry had to force him to go out for a coffee and a chat.
And then they had run into Danny. Danny, who was, according to Harry, ‘the last person to be around town at this time of day’.
After just looking at each other for what seemed like hours Harry had started some sort of conversation to avoid any awkward silence. Not that it helped, really. The whole situation had been awkward and uncomfortable when it had started.
Him and Danny had exchanged a few words. Not too many, the usual smalltalk, to be polite and not ignore each other completely.
Dougie was actually glad when they parted ways again.
He wished he could have told Danny about how badly he wanted him to come home. To make a new start with him. To finally leave the ghosts from the past behind and work on a future together.
And he had wished for Danny to say how badly he wanted to come home. To say that Dougie was the only one for him. But Danny had put on his poker-face once more. It was impossible to read the expression in his eyes. Dougie couldn’t tell if Danny had been honest when he said he had been fine or if that had been a lie as well as his own.
After him and Harry and Danny had parted ways after too much tension to bare, Dougie just wanted to be left alone. He made up some half-hearted excuse to Harry and took another direction at the next street-corner.
He had walked and walked, where to, he hadn’t known.
His feet carried him to a part of town he had never properly been to. Sure, drove through it one time or two but he had never actually been there before.
He stopped at a house. An old one, one that had seen any form of life probably years ago. He walked through the rusty gate and headed for the back garden. He sat down on an old bench and stayed there for a long time. Just thinking.
Since you've been gone my world's been dark and grey
You reminded me of brighter days
I hoped you were coming home to stay
I was headed to church
===
After running into Dougie and Harry, Danny quickly forgot about whatever it was he had gone into town for. It didn’t matter anyway, did it?
He couldn’t forget the look of Dougie. The young man, who was able to light up a whole town with his smile, who put the stars to shame with the sparkle of his eyes. Just earlier, he had looked so pale and exhausted, as if he’s had aged years in just one day.
Automatically Danny’s feet brought him to that bar, ‘his’ bar once more. He sat down on his usual stool and ordered his usual drink which he downed in one go before ordering another one.
He noticed girls giving him looks, trying to approach him. But every time someone only dared to come close to him he shot them a dirty look so they would turn and walk away. And they did.
Danny had hoped that, the more drinks he had, the less he would see Dougie’s face in front of him, hoped for the sadness on his love’s face to fade away. But with every new pint placed in front of him, the images only grew stronger. Even when he closed his eyes they wouldn’t go away.
No matter how hard he tried, how much he drank, Dougie just didn’t leave his thoughts. He didn’t feel the effect of the alcohol, only heard the other man’s voice, his laughter, his breathing when he was asleep.
Danny tried getting his head around the fact why he was doing all this to himself, why he was doing it to Dougie and to their relationship. Things had been just perfect so why did he have to go and ruin it all? And why, even though he knew Dougie felt miserable and he felt miserable as well, why couldn’t he bring himself to swallow his pride and go back to him?
Why were they living their lives in misery and agony when they could have it so much better? Just one word would be enough and everything could be forgotten.
I was off to drink you away
I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this way
===
Dougie was once more laying on his bed staring off into nothingness while waiting for sleep to consume him. He tossed and turned around but couldn’t seem to get comfortable, let alone find the easiness to drift off to sleep.
He turned to his bedside cabinet and noticed there was one thing missing. He sat up and switched his little lamp on before pulling the drawer open.
He took out the picture of Danny and just looked at it. And that’s when he felt at ease again, for the first time in forever.
I found your picture today
===
When Danny had returned to his room he knew what he would have to do. He went to his small closet and took his bag back out and placed it onto the bed. Then he went back to his closet, taking out all his clothes with just one movement. He shoved them into the bag and zipped it up, tossing the bag over his shoulder.
He opened his hotel room door and stepped out into the hallway. Upon closing the door he looked back into the room.
He made an unspoken promise to never return to that place again. The Danny Jones that had been living in there would be nothing but a distant memory from now on. Another ghost from the past.
I swear I'll change my ways
===
Still the picture of Danny in his hand, Dougie leant down to the floor and pulled his mobile phone out of the pocket of his trousers, dialling the never forgotten number.
He heard a few rings before someone picked up. He didn’t even give the other person a chance to say something.
“I miss you.” he whispered.
I just called to say I want you to come back home
===
Half an hour later there was a noise at the door. Dougie jumped up from the couch and rushed over, ripping the door open in excitement, his joyful expression finally returning to his face when Danny was stood right in front of him. He threw himself at him, never wanting to be anywhere else for the rest of his life.
Danny let his bag drop to the floor when he was finally face to face with Dougie again. He enveloped his love in his arms, determined to never let him go ever again.
The End
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Title: Picture
Author: me … duh!
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: Drama … Songfic
Pairing: Dougie/Danny … short mentioning of Dougie/Harry
Summary: I thought about you for a long time … Can't seem to get you off my mind … I can't understand why we're living life this way
Disclaimer: haha … yea right!
Dedication: to me Cazza who made me do this!
Author’s note: So, I really love songfics. And they’ve always been the easiest for me to write. I’ve tried a different pairing this time, though. Bare with me please. Oh yea, song’s "Picture" by Sheryl Crow and Kid Rock and lyrics would be in italics. And … English isn’t my first language and I know shit about grammar so you probably have to ignore any sort or form of spelling errors or wrong tenses.
Danny stared at the ceiling above him. Just like he did last night, and the night before that, and the night before that as well. He was sure, if he would get out of the bed, he could see a clear outline of his body because he had barely left the bed in the past days he’s spent here.
Okay, well, that wouldn’t be really true. He had left the bed. He had even left the room. And he had even the cheap hotel he called his home at the moment.
He had left when he ran out of food. Pot Noodles never last long, you know. And all those damned bottles of beer were done too fast as well. He also never knew before how fast a pack of cigarettes could be emptied.
Oh, and not to forget … he had been out to get sex. Every night, when he went to run his daily errands, he finished his tour at the shady bar just down the road. The place was horrible and if he weren’t in this exact situation, Danny would never have stepped a foot inside it. But the bar provided one thing, more than enough of it as well. Girls, easy-to-get-girls at that. So far, every night when Danny had been in that bar (three nights in total), he left the place with another blonde or brunette or whatever. He would take her to his hotel, up to his room and they would have their fun. And then she’d leave again. Nice, easy and absolutely not complicated.
That was the way Danny liked things to be. Nice, easy and absolutely not complicated.
He had tried to settle down. And once, he even thought that it had worked.
Dougie, the first and only guy Danny had been with so far.
He had been perfect, better than any girl could ever have been. He had accepted him the way he was, with the stories from his past. And there weren’t few of them, and they weren’t of the nice kind either. Dougie had known about Danny’s problem to have a relationship, his fear of comitment. But he had taken the risk and stayed with him.
But Danny, being himself, royally messed it up after a while of being with Dougie. Why he didn’t even know himself. Out of habit, probably.
Cheating was never a good thing, he knew it. Hell, there were a number of people he’d been with who have cheated on their partners with him.
But cheating was even worse when you cheat on your own partner and get caught by them. When you look up from whoever you have writhing underneath you and you see the look on your partner’s face. Anger. Hurt. But worst of all … Disapointment because they had seen it coming.
Danny sighed, sat up and turned to his bedside cabinet. A framed picture of Dougie was set atop of it, one of the few things he had taken with him when he left Dougie’s flat where he had been living with the other man, mainly to avoid staying at his own sad excuse for a flat with a roomate he never particularly liked.
He looked at the picture for a long time, took it into his hands and ran his fingers over the glass, over his love’s blue eyes, the tousled hair, his smooth skin and his silky lips. A few tears made their way from Danny’s eyes and face until they fell down onto the glass.
He sighed and placed the picture back onto the bedside cabinet, laying it down on the glass front before he got out of the bed.
He couldn’t be looking at his love when he returned later, another girl in toss.
Living my life on a slow hill,
different girl every night at the hotel.
I ain't seen the sun shine in three damn days
Been fuelin up on cocaine and whiskey
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways
I put your picture away
sat down and cried today.
I can't look at you, while I'm laying next to her
===
Dougie was sat in the living room of his flat and mindlessly surfed through the channels, not caring about what was on. He didn’t feel like watching anything anyway.
His friend Tom had just been over earlier. To check up on him, he was sure. To help and comfort him with nice words.
Harry, a friend of himself and Danny, had told him where Danny was, had called the hotel ‘Danny’s hideaway place’. He had given him the number of it in case Dougie wanted to speak to him, knowing fully well that Danny would never take the step to apologise.
And Dougie had called. Had asked for Danny. He hadn’t been in, though.
When he had told Tom and Harry about what was being told to him, his friends came up with excuses.
“He might be out for a walk.”
“I’m sure he ran out of something and went to a store nearby.”
Their eyes told Dougie a different story though. They said that Danny was out, getting slightly intoxicated before picking up yet another nameless person who’d take away his loneliness for just another hour.
Dougie poured himself another glass of the wine which he had found in a dark corner of one of the kitchen cupboards. Why it even was there, he didn’t know. He’d never been keen on wine. But right now it seemed fitting to his situation. Sitting there, staring into nothingness, sipping on the dark red liquid and sulking over his broken heart.
A noise from the doorway drew Dougie’s attention away from the images on the TV-screen. He looked up to see Harry standing in the door to his bedroom, a sympathetic smile on his face before turning back around and disappearing back into the bedroom.
With one last gulp, Dougie emptied his glass and turned off the TV as he got up. He switched off the lamp in the living room and left it towards his bedroom.
He entered the dimly lit room where Harry was already laying on the bed. Without saying a word Dougie got in next to him.
He cast a short glance to his bedside cabinet where a picture of Danny was placed. A ‘rather odd one’, as his ex-boyfriend had used to say. But Dougie liked the weird face Danny pulled on it, loved the sparkle of his eyes and the wideness of his grin.
In one swift movement he opened the drawer of the cabinet and put the picture in it. He fumbled for another moment until his fingers found what they had been looking for. He took the plastic wrapped item and, after closing the drawer and turning back around, placed the condom in Harry’s hand.
I called you last night in the hotel
Everyone knows but they won't tell
But their half-hearted smiles tell me something just ain't right
I've been waitin on you for a long time
Fueling up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in three damn nights
I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while I'm laying next to him
===
Days, or maybe even weeks, had passed and nothing had changed for Danny. He was still living in this tiny hotel room, still going through his daily routine.
The day before had been different though. He had run out of a few hygiene necessities so he had to extend his normal route through the neigborhood.
And that’s when he had met him.
Dougie.
He had been with Harry, just walking down the street, talking. Upon seeing him walking towards them they had stopped. They had stood in front of each other, just sharing looks before Harry started to talk about whatever. Danny didn’t listen.
But then.
“So, you good then?” Dougie spoke.
Just then Danny had realised how much he missed the sound of Dougie’s voice. The young man never spoke much but when he did, Danny felt close to heaven.
“Yea well, can’t complain. How bout you?”
He had hoped for Dougie to tell him that he missed him, that he wanted him to come back to the safety of home. That’s what his face was telling him. The words coming out of his love’s mouth were different though.
“I’m alright. Just, you know, lazing around as usual. It’s nice.”
I saw you yesterday with an old friend
It was the same old same how have you been
===
Never in his life had Dougie told anyone such a lie.
He wasn’t ‘alright’. In fact, he was far from it. And lazing around had never been so painful before either.
But even though the walls of his home seemed to edge closer to him every day, Dougie could never bring himself to leave his flat. Why for anyway? The world outside was boring, nothing compared to the brightness Danny had brought into his life.
It had been the first time in a week that he had been outside. Harry had to force him to go out for a coffee and a chat.
And then they had run into Danny. Danny, who was, according to Harry, ‘the last person to be around town at this time of day’.
After just looking at each other for what seemed like hours Harry had started some sort of conversation to avoid any awkward silence. Not that it helped, really. The whole situation had been awkward and uncomfortable when it had started.
Him and Danny had exchanged a few words. Not too many, the usual smalltalk, to be polite and not ignore each other completely.
Dougie was actually glad when they parted ways again.
He wished he could have told Danny about how badly he wanted him to come home. To make a new start with him. To finally leave the ghosts from the past behind and work on a future together.
And he had wished for Danny to say how badly he wanted to come home. To say that Dougie was the only one for him. But Danny had put on his poker-face once more. It was impossible to read the expression in his eyes. Dougie couldn’t tell if Danny had been honest when he said he had been fine or if that had been a lie as well as his own.
After him and Harry and Danny had parted ways after too much tension to bare, Dougie just wanted to be left alone. He made up some half-hearted excuse to Harry and took another direction at the next street-corner.
He had walked and walked, where to, he hadn’t known.
His feet carried him to a part of town he had never properly been to. Sure, drove through it one time or two but he had never actually been there before.
He stopped at a house. An old one, one that had seen any form of life probably years ago. He walked through the rusty gate and headed for the back garden. He sat down on an old bench and stayed there for a long time. Just thinking.
Since you've been gone my world's been dark and grey
You reminded me of brighter days
I hoped you were coming home to stay
I was headed to church
===
After running into Dougie and Harry, Danny quickly forgot about whatever it was he had gone into town for. It didn’t matter anyway, did it?
He couldn’t forget the look of Dougie. The young man, who was able to light up a whole town with his smile, who put the stars to shame with the sparkle of his eyes. Just earlier, he had looked so pale and exhausted, as if he’s had aged years in just one day.
Automatically Danny’s feet brought him to that bar, ‘his’ bar once more. He sat down on his usual stool and ordered his usual drink which he downed in one go before ordering another one.
He noticed girls giving him looks, trying to approach him. But every time someone only dared to come close to him he shot them a dirty look so they would turn and walk away. And they did.
Danny had hoped that, the more drinks he had, the less he would see Dougie’s face in front of him, hoped for the sadness on his love’s face to fade away. But with every new pint placed in front of him, the images only grew stronger. Even when he closed his eyes they wouldn’t go away.
No matter how hard he tried, how much he drank, Dougie just didn’t leave his thoughts. He didn’t feel the effect of the alcohol, only heard the other man’s voice, his laughter, his breathing when he was asleep.
Danny tried getting his head around the fact why he was doing all this to himself, why he was doing it to Dougie and to their relationship. Things had been just perfect so why did he have to go and ruin it all? And why, even though he knew Dougie felt miserable and he felt miserable as well, why couldn’t he bring himself to swallow his pride and go back to him?
Why were they living their lives in misery and agony when they could have it so much better? Just one word would be enough and everything could be forgotten.
I was off to drink you away
I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this way
===
Dougie was once more laying on his bed staring off into nothingness while waiting for sleep to consume him. He tossed and turned around but couldn’t seem to get comfortable, let alone find the easiness to drift off to sleep.
He turned to his bedside cabinet and noticed there was one thing missing. He sat up and switched his little lamp on before pulling the drawer open.
He took out the picture of Danny and just looked at it. And that’s when he felt at ease again, for the first time in forever.
I found your picture today
===
When Danny had returned to his room he knew what he would have to do. He went to his small closet and took his bag back out and placed it onto the bed. Then he went back to his closet, taking out all his clothes with just one movement. He shoved them into the bag and zipped it up, tossing the bag over his shoulder.
He opened his hotel room door and stepped out into the hallway. Upon closing the door he looked back into the room.
He made an unspoken promise to never return to that place again. The Danny Jones that had been living in there would be nothing but a distant memory from now on. Another ghost from the past.
I swear I'll change my ways
===
Still the picture of Danny in his hand, Dougie leant down to the floor and pulled his mobile phone out of the pocket of his trousers, dialling the never forgotten number.
He heard a few rings before someone picked up. He didn’t even give the other person a chance to say something.
“I miss you.” he whispered.
I just called to say I want you to come back home
===
Half an hour later there was a noise at the door. Dougie jumped up from the couch and rushed over, ripping the door open in excitement, his joyful expression finally returning to his face when Danny was stood right in front of him. He threw himself at him, never wanting to be anywhere else for the rest of his life.
Danny let his bag drop to the floor when he was finally face to face with Dougie again. He enveloped his love in his arms, determined to never let him go ever again.
The End
Comments are appreciated. So so much I might add.
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