Title: Love Moves to London
Author: ProfessorFox
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Nothing huge. Blood and suspense.
Genre: Suspense/Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins or any of its content.
Summary: Anwar and Maxxie are living the good life in London and the pair has never been tighter. Then, Maxxie is kidnapped and Anwar sets out to find him while he still can. Throughout his journey of pain and discovery, Anwar faces a horrifying possibility: he may never see Maxxie again. Warning: violence, swearing, and slight OOC for Anwar.
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It's always been this way. I've always had no choice but to watch from afar. It's simply unfair. I have every right to be happy just like every other bloody person in the world. It's simply unfair. It's unfair that I have to watch as the love of my life goes on merrily without me. What did I ever do to deserve this!?
Well, I'm not going to take it anymore. I've traveled this far…and I'm not going to let my happiness slip away from me. Even if I have to use this knife…
Maxxie
I lay down on the living room couch, wiping trickles of sweat from my forehead after an exhaustive day of dancing, my greatest passion. The entire apartment is quiet, with only the sound of the moving cars outside to keep me company. I look out the balcony door glass from the couch to see that it is nighttime here in London and my best mate, Anwar, should be coming home soon. I reminisce to myself about how I got to where I am now. Lying here with one hand resting on my forehead and the other lazily limping off the couch, I recall everything with a dopey smile on my face.
Life in London has had its ups and downs for sure but, for the most part, I'm actually really happy here. Sure, I found out my (now-ex) boyfriend, James, cheated on me and we broke up but that was over three bloody months ago. I still shudder at the disgusting thought of it all but I'll be damned if I'm going to pity myself over that arsehole for months. Besides, pretty much everything else is going beautifully. I landed a dancing role in the Lion King musical at one of the West End Theatres, I've been keeping in touch with my friends back home in Bristol, and my best mate Anwar and I are having a shit-load of fun. The bloke even landed a job as a bartender near our apartment! Everything was spot-on!
"Maxxie, I'm back!" Anwar says, while walking through the apartment door. I turn to him, wondering if maybe I thought a bit too soon.
Anwar runs up to me excitedly. He clearly ran the entire way, I noticed. "Maxxie! Maxxie, you'll never believe this!" His voice was breathy from running so much and he clamped on to my shoulders as if the lovable git just saw the most amazing thing ever.
"What is it, Anwar?"
"I just got us invitations to a party!" He stands there with wide eyes, all proud of himself, while I try desperately not to laugh. That was it?
"Is that all?" I say.
"Maxxie, it's not just any party…there are going to be Russian belly-dancers there!" As my mate's face brightens up, I roll my eyes and laugh a bit in my head. Typical Anwar.
"Anwar, I don't care about the Russian belly-dancer girls."
"Oh come on, Maxxie! Please! Help a mate out!"
"With what? You don't need me to go. Besides, there wouldn't be much for me to do there since…" I stop just as the words come close to leaving my mouth. Anwar used to be very homophobic around me and the whole topic put a strain on our friendship for a while. Over time, he got used to it and stopped caring. He even helped me out after I found out James cheated on me by kicking his ass (Anwar can fucking kick). But the subject still seemed a bit awkward to talk about with him and that's why I hesitated. He realized what I was about to say, though.
"I'm sure there will be…some guys there…come on, Maxxie. I just want my best mate to be with me. You know how much of a wreck I am without you," he says, making us laugh our arses off. It was true. Anwar needs me.
"Yeah, that's true. You need a mate to make sure you don't do something too stupid," I say, beaming a half-hearted smile at him. He took it, however, and started preparing for the party.
"Wait, when is this party?" I ask.
"Right now!"
And with that, Anwar and I grab our shit and leave the apartment. We head down to the main floor and dash out to the nearest bus stop. We get our seats, mine being next to the window to Anwar's frustration. He sits down next to me and I stare out at the starry, night sky, barely noticing how Anwar's leg accidently rubs against mine. He didn't seem to notice (or care) at all but I certainly did…more than I would like to admit.
Anwar is too busy staring at one of the other passenger's boobs to notice me staring at him in a similar manner. After a long, drawn-out moment of this, he looks back at me with a smile and says, "Hey, Maxxie, remember that one time you and I were running from the police and you nearly drove us into a brothel."
"Shut up you arsehole," I say playfully. "You're not much better. You nearly drove us into a river one time."
"That doesn't count. I was completely fucked up that time. You were sober."
"Oh, piss off, Anwar."
He laughs. "Good times, huh, Maxxie?"
"Definitely." I smile at him (a little longer than I think is necessary) before turning my head back to the window. Anwar goes back to looking at the woman and I wonder to myself if I'm reading these signs quite right. I hope not. Recently I've noticed that I would occasionally steal glances at Anwar at times like this and, for a long time, I thought nothing of it. But now I'm starting to notice it more often and I hate that. Anwar is my best mate, after all. But there are also days where I almost wish…we could be just a tad bit more.
The party is wild and fucking ace! Everything is fun and crazy and…bloody hell there's pizza stains on the ceiling! There are loads of people here, half of them probably illegally. The pulsing music makes my heart pound and it's all so brilliant! I take a few shots…and then some more. Fuck it! Then, I'm dancing. I dance like a git, of course.
Anwar takes me to the side. We head to the kitchen where only five or so couples are making out. Not a lot. My mate looks to me and says, "Maxxie, I need your help!"
I fall to the ground, laughing my arse off. "You got to be bloody joking! You need my help all the time," I say, slurring my words. I think. Anwar looks at me. I think he's concerned. Can't tell. I just smile back. Yeah, too much to drink.
"Maxxie, you're drunk off your arse…"
"Yes, I am…now why aren't you?" I start laughing again, thinking everything is bloody hysterical!
Anwar puts his hands back on my shoulders. He talks to me about something but I barely listen. He says something about needing me. And then something else. Um. About a hot, Russian belly-dancer? I don't pay attention. Too many words. I only focus on how big and manly his hands feel. Bloody hell. So forceful. I love it. And now his lips too look…so…so…I…
I taste wet lips on mine. Some booze too. I love booze so I keep going. I forget who I'm kissing. I keep going for another second. Or minute. Or hour. I forget. Then I stop. I open my eyes and I see Anwar. What? Anwar? Then I wonder…what the bloody hell is Anwar kissing me for? He looks at me with a weird face. He looks shocked. Why is he shocked? Then Irealize I kissed him. I kissed Anwar…I kissed my best mate and…no…no…
My legs start moving away. I start to understand what has happened. My cheeks and eyes feel wet as I run away. I hear Anwar calling my name but I don't stop. I can't stop. I keep crying. And I keep running. I just keep running. Just keep running. I can't look back. It hurts too much to look at him. Shit, I messed up! Good fucking job, Maxxie! You ruined your friendship forever you fucking twat!
I'm back at the apartment. I walk to my bedroom and fall on the mattress. I wipe my tears away and try to fall asleep. Forget today ever happened. Just forget everything…and hope Anwar forgives me.
I hear a knock at the door. I listen for a voice, hoping it's not him. And it's not! It's some woman. I leave my room and move to the door. I can't make out what she says. Too many words to follow. She says to open it. So I do.
And then I feel a pain shoot from my side. I look down and only see blood.
