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A/N: Here you go. Please review and I hope you like it.
SUMMARY: He's always played the field; he can play the field because it eases the pain. He can pretend that he doesn't have to love someone; he can just get by being Vince Noir rock 'n' roll star. Short, angsty drabble really.
TITLE: It Eases the Pain
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He's always played the field; he can play the field because it eases the pain. He can pretend that he doesn't have to love someone; he can just get by being Vince Noir rock 'n' roll star.
The sun was rising, slowly but rising nonetheless. Vince wasn't asleep. He couldn't sleep when he had something more important, more pressing on his mind. He was sat watching him. Watching the innocent, naïve man he loved so much. Howard Moon. He was his whole world, his reason for making an effort in a morning. He completes him. He doesn't know this of course; he'll never know because Vince just cannot push himself to tell him he loves him. He's scared. Scared of rejection, scared of what might just happen, scared of what he might do. The thing that hurts the most is that he knows. He knows that he doesn't love him back. They are just too different for it to become something, way too different. Howard enjoys residing in and analysing the global explorer whilst Victor Bailey plays subtly in the background from the record player. Vince likes to dabble in the social aspects of life.
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He goes out, get's drunk, comes back, falls asleep on the sofa and then wakes up never remembering what exactly happened the night before. Vince Noir has gotten into something of a routine, something he hates not doing because if he doesn't do it he gets lost within himself. Howard has a routine. A routine that Vince is not in and that is why he plays the field, it blocks out the pain he feels every single day when he plasters on the makeup and the forced smile and he bounces down the stairs if his legs can carry him. He's falling. That much is simple to him. Something he has adjusted to and something he shoves to the back of his mind because he cannot face that fact that somewhere, there is a woman called Mrs Gideon who has already beaten Vince to Howard's heart.
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But Vince forgets about all that. When a problem arises, he just blocks it out because he has a reputation. He ceases to remember that sometimes you can't be the sunshine kid. He ceases to remember that sometimes it's okay to be afraid and to cry because there's someone there but he doesn't want Howard to see him like that. He can't help it. He has to be the sunshine kid because he uses it as his disguise. He uses that masquerade because he has no other masquerade to use. He has always been the electro-bitch, ever since they were little, Howard's electro-bitch. Sometimes, he needs Howard to understand that colours can fade to black, bad things happen to sunshine people and he needs him to see that he loves him without it being technically vocalised. Howard knows that he has a darker side; he is only one who has seen that darker side. He knows that when he comes in drunk, he has been washing away that pain with misleading liquid. He has seen him in private curled up on the sofa when he thinks no one is watching. He has seen him vulnerable and he never wants to see it again.
He's always played the field; he can play the field because it eases the pain. He can pretend that he doesn't have to love someone; he can just get by being Vince Noir rock 'n' roll star.
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A/N: Well, I hope you like it but angst isn't really my area I just felt like writing it. Please review to tell me if you like it. Comment and criticise if need be. ;)