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SUMMARY: 26 short ficlets based on Howince, one for every letter of the alphabet.

TITLE: A-Z of Howince.

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A is for Apologies

"Oh right so what? He comes in here, starts tellin' ya that ya deserve better and then you fall head over heals for him? You're the least loyal person I've ever known in the history of jazzy people which isn't many but more than one certainly!" Vince shouted at Howard who was now gazing down at the floor, wishing there was a way to turn back time.

"Vince, it's not like that!" Howard shouted back, snapping out of his silent trance which he had been tangled in since the start of Vince's rant. "He was just so sun-shiny. It was like I was the rain and he was the bright morning sunlight which cleared up my day." Vince was red with anger and tears were welling up in his bright blue eyes. "You know that it's different Vince, don't cry please." Howard begged, noticing just how broken his best friend was. "Vince…" Howard whispered, placing a hand on Vince's shoulder to have it shrugged away.

"No, next time Lance comes in here yeah, tell him to get stuffed. I thought we were there for each other, I thought you cared but I was clearly wrong." Vince whispered, a lone tears falling free and dripping to the floor. "Just leave me alone Howard." Vince sighed, running up the stairs and slamming his and Howard's bedroom door shut. Had he really broken his friend that much? Had he really caused that to happen?

"Vince! Vince can you hear me? Vince!" He bellowed up the stairs, soon following after his friend. He just wished that he had the strength to show Vince exactly what he was feeling but he couldn't because it was too late. He had already lost everything. Clambering up the stairs, Howard straightened himself out and knocked at the door. "Vince, let me in." Howard sighed, leaning against the door and sliding down it so he was sitting on the floor. "Vince please let me in!" He screamed again, banging on the door a little harder. Soon he was pounding on the wooden barrier, tears also welling up in his eyes. "Vince it meant nothing, nothing actually happened he just offered me a job with him and his band. So I said maybe, it was to get him out of the shop. Those five minutes we spent together were pointless okay, I hated every minute because I wanted you to be stood there saying that stuff about how I deserve better, how I'm a musical genius. I'm sorry Vince I'm just… I'm just sorry." He stopped pounding on the door and sighed, throwing his head back to rest on the block of wood.

"D'ya mean that 'Oward?" He remained unspoken, Vince opening the door and Howard falling backwards into the room.

"Of course I mean it. Lance is a titbox, you're my best friend Vince, you always have been and nothing is ever going to change that. I don't know how many times I have to say sorry." Howard sighed, brown eyes connecting with blue as Vince sat down next to him and smiled.

"Yeah, he is a bit of a titbox I suppose." Vince chuckled, laying his head on Howard's shoulder and sighing exasperatedly. "Howard, I should apologise because well, truth be told I was jealous." Howard pulled his shoulder away from Vince's head to look at him through confused eyes. "I just couldn't imagine you with anyone else… friends wise." Howard nodded in agreement before clasping Vince's shoulders with his hands.

"Look, Vince I swear to God that you are only my best friend… Lester's second best but he's way behind you." Howard smiled, tilting Vince's chin up with his hand. "Look at me Vince, you are and always will be my only ever best friend do you understand?" Howard grinned stupidly at Vince and Vince grinned back, held by his gaze. "You okay now?" Vince nodded and dropped his gaze to the floor. "Good." Howard said in a relieved whisper, sliding his arms around Vince's waist and pulling him close into his chest.

"I never meant to make you feel so worthless and backstabbed." Vince said into Howard's collar bone, looking up and yawning. "Sorry." He chuckled, covering his mouth at last minute.

"No worries little man, let's get you to bed." Howard's voice was comforting and in an almost chuckle as he stood up and took Vince's hand in his. When he was sure that Vince was comfy, he happily perched himself on the end of the bed and sighed. "Night Vince." Howard whispered, smiling at the sleepy figure for what seemed like the seventieth time that evening.

"Night Howard, love you." Vince's voice was sleepy, distant but all the more real.

"Love you too." Howard smirked, sliding into his bed and pulling the covers up to his neck.

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