The Lucky Ones
Summary: We are the lucky ones and whatever comes, we are still the lucky ones. Pudd.
A/N: This was inspired off a scene from the music video by Kerli, "The Lucky Ones". Enjoy :)
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Dougie brushed the fringe from his eyes. He kept his fingers locked to his hair and just played with the rough blonde locks. He watched the bright and rainy night of London. The rain couldn't even stop the busy nightlife, Dougie could remember those days of fun and partying as if they were yesterday. He'd do it again if he could.
The loud crackle of thunder shook the room; he heard the rattle of bottles and light splash of water. Dougie looked to his bed and saw his lover, Harry, still asleep. He wished he could sleep as peacefully as he can but with the current situation he was currently dealing with, it just kept him up.
Dougie shifted his position, the windowsill was quite uncomfortable but maybe it was because he was only in boxers, only the thin fabric to cushion him. Another strike of thunder and lightning clapped. A bottle fell to the floor and its contents made a rattling sound. Dougie also heard soft shuffling.
"Douuu...gie?" Harry mumbled whilst rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing up."
Dougie glanced at the clock. "It's only 2:43 in the morning."
Harry frowned and stood up. He walked over to the other man and hugged him. "Go to bed, seriously it's late."
Dougie whimpers as Harry lightly tugs at his hair, "No, please."
"Why?"
"I can't..."
"Why?"
"I won't wake up." Dougie shut his eyes as a single tear escapes.
"Yes you will."
"And how do you know that?"
"We're the lucky ones." Dougie gave a questioning look. "You... We've survived this long; I just know that we'll go on much longer."
"Promise?"
Harry smiled. "Until heaven crumbles and hell freezes."
Dougie offers a weak smile. The lovers walked to their bed, the younger blonde collapsing onto the bed and covering himself with the duvet. Dougie closes his eyes and he quickly falls asleep. Harry on the other hand proceeded to pick up the orange pill bottle that woke him up earlier, placing it next to the other, larger bottles of pills alongside a bottle of water. Harry sighed and fell on the bed next to the sleeping blonde.
He concentrated, through the darkness, on Dougie's facial features. His pink lips, strong jawline, flat cheekbones, his long eyelashes and he tried to vision those radiant blue eyes staring back at him. He also looked at the hair; he ran his fingers through it, starting with the bangs. Though as he went forth, about half way the wig finally slipped off and revealed Dougie's bald scalp.
Harry smiled and kissed the bald one's forehead.