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Post by IdaPida on Sept 21, 2007 11:05:19 GMT 1
Jeg og Renate bestemte oss for en tid tilbake å starte en fic sammen, og vi ville begge skrive slash. og siden vi nylig har åpnet dette slash forumet, så here it goes.. æ må bare huske å si ifra t renate at æ har begynt å poste så ho kan adde og:P anyway.. enjoy
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Post by IdaPida on Sept 21, 2007 11:08:30 GMT 1
Title: He doesn't even know
Authors: Renate and Ida
Warnings: Man on man, dunno how graphic yet, we'll see, if u don't like then don't read.
Rating: 16 +
Harry
Lips moving, words spoken, I felt like I could watch those lips forever, the only thing that took my eyes off them was the eyes, so deep, so brown. I had to force myself to take my eyes from the gorgeousness that was standing in front of me, I felt myself blush slightly as Tom nudged me in the side. “Judd?” I was suddenly very conscious again, hoping no one had noticed how my eyes had taken in every feature of the face, the face of the person I was falling in love with, deeply. “Did you get any sleep last night? I mean at all?” Danny half giggled, stretching. The bus came to a stop just as I was about to open my mouth and I was relieved not having to explain anything. The truth was in fact I had not been sleeping well, not last night, no, the last month. I could not close my eyes without seeing that perfect body, the smile, just thinking about it now made me drift off back into my own world, resulting in me tripping on my way out of the bus landing flat down on my stomach in the biggest puddle. Of course of all the places outside our hotel the bus had to stop exactly where the puddle was and I was quickly brought back to reality, November in UK is not what I call warm and I was already shivering as I was struggling to get up. The back of my palms were slightly bruised, but not as bruised as my pride, my cheeks were flushing red, of all times it had to happen when he was watching. Danny could barely keep himself standing, he was laughing really hard, clutching his stomach, and Dougie grinning madly shaking his head, while Tom looked shocked and a bit worried. “You ok Harry?” He said making his way back to help me up. He must have noticed I was not laughing and thought I had hurt myself. I put on my best fake smile, “Yeh, of course.” Accepting his hand, and let him help me pull myself back to my feet, the scratches on my palms stinging when they came in contact with his dry hands, and I only made it worse by wiping them against my jacket, the rough material getting caught into it, mixing with the blood. I bit my lip trying not to reveal my palms, as I thought I would sort it out when I got to my room, find some band aids and clean it with some soap and water, but too late, Tom had caught my hand in his and trailed his fingers around the edge of the scratching. I could feel the blood in my mouth as I bit my lip harder not to show that it hurt. Both Danny and Dougie had stopped laughing and were now eyeing the both of us standing in the puddle, my jeans soaked, hands bleeding. I held my breath as he tried to pick out the pieces of fabric, not only because it hurt but also because being this close, seeing his brown eyes scanning the surface of my hands, his blonde fringe slightly covering his face. “Let’s go inside, I’ll get this cleaned up in no time,” he smiled putting his hand around my shoulder leading me inside, Dan and Doug following us, making their way to their own rooms. He was taking me to his room; the setting might not be as I had imagined but I was not complaining as he led me down the deserted corridor, unlocked his door and let me in. Placing me on the edge of his bed as he made his way to the bathroom in the search of some band aids and something to clean my palms with. I wanted to run after him, put my arms around him and tell him it did not matter, I did not care about my hands as long as I was with him, but I knew he was way out of my league, besides he was as straight as a pole, and I swore to myself that he would not find out how I felt, I just had to get over it, trying to convince me that this was just a phase, and that it was natural to fall for someone you spent so much time with.
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Post by Renate on Sept 21, 2007 11:42:53 GMT 1
weee, i'm actually quite proud of this one ida hehe sikkert en del som har lest den før, men skitt skitt Og har du ikke det, bør du! hehe
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Post by IdaPida on Sept 21, 2007 12:30:30 GMT 1
hehe jupp:D vi har fått god feedback både på official boards og nettby:D
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Post by Renate on Oct 1, 2007 21:15:22 GMT 1
Tom
Okay. To fall over like that is funny when it doesn’t happen to you. I should have been laughing. But it was Harry. I was too worried to be laughing. The poor cuteness had hurt himself, scratching up his hands. Those beautiful hands. I haven’t really ever been the one noticing hands, but with Harry I couldn’t help it. I had noticed everything about him. Every move, every smile, every tone to his voice, and this scared the hell out of me. I didn’t really know what was going on. When I saw the blood on his hands I wanted to kiss it all better, but of course I couldn’t. What I could do, was to clean his palms, and get all the fabric out, and then kiss it all better. The thought made me shiver. I don’t know how long I stood there thinking about that. Might have been a minute or just a few seconds, but when I came to myself again I had to shake it off. Because there would be no kissing anything better. When I stood there in the bathroom searching for some band-aids a new thought crossed my mind. Harry Judd was sitting on my bed! I got all nervous just thinking about it, started sweating and everything! I found the band-aids and walked to the bedroom, trying my best to keep it cool. Harry sat there looking at his hands. He loved his hands. He was always talking about how magic hands he had. I was sure he sat there terrified that they were ruined, so I crouched down before him and took his hands. I felt heat running throughout my body as we touched. It was like nothing I ever had experienced before. I wondered if he could feel it too, or was it just me. We didn’t say much while I was cleaning his palms. Harry just sat there, watching me play nurse. I had been dreaming about me and Harry playing nurse on each other, but it wasn’t really anything like this. I had to laugh at the thought of Harry in a little nurse outfit. Yes, it was hot, but in some ways also hysterical. Harry gave me a weird look, saying “Hey man, it better not be me you’re laughing at!” Something that made me laugh harder. Now Harry started laughing as well. So we just sat there in my bedroom laughing. And at a point, none of us really knew why. But suddenly I was done. No more scars to heal, no broken bones. No reason for Harry to still be in my room. And as he was walking out of the room, I felt sad. For some reason I got this feelings for Harry which I never even got with my ex-girlfriend, whom I dated for several years. But what was it? Could it be? Was I falling for him? Oh, that was a scary thought, and couldn’t cause anything but heartbreak, as Harry was the ladies-man in McFly. That would mean no chance for anything to happen, ever. So I should forget this at once, before it was too late. Before I really was falling in love with him. I lay down on my bed. The scent of Harry was still there, making this ‘forget him’ plan of mine really hard. And as I closed my eyes I could see nothing but Harry. Even before I fell asleep, I knew what I was going to dream about. What I always dreamt about. I hated it, but yet loved it. These feelings were tearing me apart inside. I slowly drifted off to sleep.
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