A Relationship I Would Treasure

Sorry I haven't done anything new. My laptop was shutting down randomly but it should be fine now. Thanks for the great response I got to my first fic! It's an understatement to say I was nervous.

Just so you know, my writing style can change quite drastically from piece to piece which can be good and bad but hey, I can't help it.

So this fic is a bit different, and I just have a soft spot for Fludd but I'm not sure why. It's not quite a drabble, not quite a fic. Enjoy!

The relationship between me and Harry was something I treasured. We could have long talks about anything and he was always there being a sarcastic idiot whenever I needed hi/m. We didn't have much in common. I was that theatre school kid, doing ballet in a leotard whilst he was a private school kid, playing cricket and being posh. On camera, we argued a lot – him being 'big nose' and me being 'big chin'. All the arguments made the fans ship 'Fludd' less than 'Flones' or 'Floynter' I think, but it was still just as important to me.

"Harry?" It was just after we finished a show and we always had a little time to cool off, get down from the adrenaline high. Harry was sprawled along the sofa, still clutching his favourite drumsticks.

"Yeah?"

"Why do we work? I mean we as in me and you. It doesn't really seem like it would and we argue a lot more with each other than with the others but it still works. You know what I mean?"

"I don't know." The answer was simple enough (and honestly what I expected) but it still worried me.

I always thought about this kind of thing. Me and Danny worked because he was so happy-go-lucky always made me forget my worries. Me and Dougie worked because we shared the same kind of interests, but me and Harry? What was it? What was there?

"Maybe it's because I have so much stuff going on and he makes me forget it." I said, not really talking to Harry but simply just needing to voice my thoughts out loud.

"Maybe it's because I get bored of being 'band mum' and it's nice to be around someone that I don't have to worry about and I know Harry won't do anything stupid. Not that Dougie or Danny would."

"Maybe it's just because I know it's safe, I know I can rely on him and he's there for me."

"Maybe it's nice to talk to someone who's on the same intellectual level as me!" A laugh punctured the silence.

"I forgot you were here." It slipped out of my mouth, unexpectedly.

"I mean-"
"I know what you mean, Tom." He chuckled.

"Maybe that's it. You understand what I have to say, I don't need to explain everything to you because you know what I mean, how I feel."

I walked over to him, feeling the sudden urge to thank him. My arms wrapped around him awkwardly, him still being sat down. I collapsed on the sofa with him, head resting on the sofa arm, eyes looking up into his.

"Thank you."

"What for?"

"For being you. Everything would be so different if we chose that other guy to be in McFly."

"What, you mean that guy that…" Harry snapped his fingers, thinking of the answer, "Martin! That was it!"

I laughed, remembering the horrible audition I had to sit through. It's true, Martin was slightly more talented, but he was way too serious and he never smiled. Harry was confident (or over-confident) but it was just what we needed and I could see he was keen.

"You were so cocky!"

"No I wasn't. Okay, maybe a little bit. But what's wrong with that?" He grinned.

"Nothing. It's perfect." I grinned back.

He poked me in the ribs and I dodged, trying to poke him back, but that never worked. I doubled over laughing whilst he tickled me to the ground relentlessly.

Yup, the relationship between me and Harry was something I treasured, and would treasure for a long time.