CHAPTER 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. If I did Doyle would be alive and also very naked!!! ;)
A/N : This is a story about how harry and doyle met and about their relationship ect. It doesn't really have a category (except maybe Doyleloving)so just READ IT! Oh and I realise Coldplay probably weren't around when this happen, but it's fanFICTION people!!
The first Chapter's a bit boring, but stuff happens in the next one, honest! (It's also not a LoveAtFirstSight fic, which you'll find out in the next chapter.)
Quite long so if you don't like long fics, don't read.
There was nothing out the window. Literally nothing, just a brick wall and 2 metres of paved yard and a hell of a lot of spat out chewing gum. But there was still a pale and slight young man with dark hair staring out, his head cupped in his hands.
He could hear the kids screaming outside, but he couldn't tell what they were saying (except the occasional cry of DICKHEAD ect. from one of the older students) and anyway he had 'I will always love you' going round his head.
Those songs were the sound track of Doyle's life. The type of ageless songs you can't put a decade on or say when it came from (for example; Bittersweet Symphony, Whiter Shade of Pale, Yellow...) that could have been written 100 years ago or yesterday for all anyone gave a shit. He was always humming one or the other, to the amusement of his students and the immense irritation of the long legged bespectacled teacher he shared an area with.
Suddenly he heard footsteps and voices come into the classroom, so he lent back and turned away from the window.
"Harry, you are so hot!" The muscley sports teacher almost shouted, sweeping the young woman with her curly hair cut near her scalp into his arms. "Oh, hey Frank."
Doyle gave an appreciative nod.
Doyle was just about to tell them where they could go if they wanted to continue to make out before recess ended (The store room) but he young woman abruptly turned around so he could see her face.
His jaw dropped. 'I will always love you' was forgotten.
She walked passed him, glowing with freedom and sex and beauty. She went out the door he'd just been looking out of.
"Come out tonight, yeah?" She affirmed before giving Mr. Jacks a cute wave.
It was then Doyle decided to make Mr. Jacks his arch-nemesis. Who did he think he was, coming and parading his conquests in front of Doyle, just because he taught Gym and Doyle taught Geography (a notoriously geeky subject.)? How dare he, thought Doyle, think he was good enough for such a gorgeous girl when she was obviously made for HIM, the gorgeous and foreign stranger (who admittedly needed to go to the gym a little)?
Doyle made the resolution to take revenge on Mr. Jacks using any way or means possible.
Which would have been a good plan if the next day Mr.Jacks hadn't been bawling like a baby as he watched Harry walking out of school with Mr Jalveer on her arm.
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And this went on until she had been out with almost every teacher, janitor or assistant in the school and pretty much the whole of Goosegreen (A small area of in a largish town somewhere in America). She didn't go out with them for the sake of it of course, she was more like Joey from 'friends', so many men, so little time.
Doyle was sure he would be next, because there was only him, a redhead student teacher named Geff with notoriously bad acne that showed no signs of clearing up soon, or Phil the eighty year old Chinese man from the MacDonald's who wore false teeth (When he remembered.)
He had been down the Gym every day that Fall since Harry had arrived at Goosegreen Middle School. He himself had only just started working there, only his second teaching job.
But after the initial Oh-look-it's-a-new-teacher-with-a-funny-accent-lets-make-his-life-a-living-hell stage the kids and the rest of the staff got used to him, and his boss had to admit he was a brilliant teacher for only nineteen.
It was something he'd always wanted to do as well, which he acknowledged was really pathetic. And the principle was so impressed with his 'British' education ("Ireland. Not Britain." He had asserted during the interview to the answer "They're the same, aren't they?") it had been easy enough getting a job.
So, anyway, the night before Doyle was sure he was going get someone who had become in his head a sex goddess, the epitome of all things perfect, he had decided to take a big step and shave, properly.
Leaning to look in the bathroom mirror that was placed too low, he hummed 'Dream a little Dream of me' and thought, this is it, and for once I am going to get some. All those girls who I drooled over but never got won't matter because LOGIC says Harry has to choose me next. He grinned, almost slicing the skin of his chin, and went to bed safe in the knowledge that be sheer process of elimination he would be next on Harry's list.
Unfortunately logic turned out to be a cunning little shit, and later in the week Harry appeared hand in spotty hand with Geff.
Please review, you have read it after all!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. If I did Doyle would be alive and also very naked!!! ;)
A/N : This is a story about how harry and doyle met and about their relationship ect. It doesn't really have a category (except maybe Doyleloving)so just READ IT! Oh and I realise Coldplay probably weren't around when this happen, but it's fanFICTION people!!
The first Chapter's a bit boring, but stuff happens in the next one, honest! (It's also not a LoveAtFirstSight fic, which you'll find out in the next chapter.)
Quite long so if you don't like long fics, don't read.
There was nothing out the window. Literally nothing, just a brick wall and 2 metres of paved yard and a hell of a lot of spat out chewing gum. But there was still a pale and slight young man with dark hair staring out, his head cupped in his hands.
He could hear the kids screaming outside, but he couldn't tell what they were saying (except the occasional cry of DICKHEAD ect. from one of the older students) and anyway he had 'I will always love you' going round his head.
Those songs were the sound track of Doyle's life. The type of ageless songs you can't put a decade on or say when it came from (for example; Bittersweet Symphony, Whiter Shade of Pale, Yellow...) that could have been written 100 years ago or yesterday for all anyone gave a shit. He was always humming one or the other, to the amusement of his students and the immense irritation of the long legged bespectacled teacher he shared an area with.
Suddenly he heard footsteps and voices come into the classroom, so he lent back and turned away from the window.
"Harry, you are so hot!" The muscley sports teacher almost shouted, sweeping the young woman with her curly hair cut near her scalp into his arms. "Oh, hey Frank."
Doyle gave an appreciative nod.
Doyle was just about to tell them where they could go if they wanted to continue to make out before recess ended (The store room) but he young woman abruptly turned around so he could see her face.
His jaw dropped. 'I will always love you' was forgotten.
She walked passed him, glowing with freedom and sex and beauty. She went out the door he'd just been looking out of.
"Come out tonight, yeah?" She affirmed before giving Mr. Jacks a cute wave.
It was then Doyle decided to make Mr. Jacks his arch-nemesis. Who did he think he was, coming and parading his conquests in front of Doyle, just because he taught Gym and Doyle taught Geography (a notoriously geeky subject.)? How dare he, thought Doyle, think he was good enough for such a gorgeous girl when she was obviously made for HIM, the gorgeous and foreign stranger (who admittedly needed to go to the gym a little)?
Doyle made the resolution to take revenge on Mr. Jacks using any way or means possible.
Which would have been a good plan if the next day Mr.Jacks hadn't been bawling like a baby as he watched Harry walking out of school with Mr Jalveer on her arm.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And this went on until she had been out with almost every teacher, janitor or assistant in the school and pretty much the whole of Goosegreen (A small area of in a largish town somewhere in America). She didn't go out with them for the sake of it of course, she was more like Joey from 'friends', so many men, so little time.
Doyle was sure he would be next, because there was only him, a redhead student teacher named Geff with notoriously bad acne that showed no signs of clearing up soon, or Phil the eighty year old Chinese man from the MacDonald's who wore false teeth (When he remembered.)
He had been down the Gym every day that Fall since Harry had arrived at Goosegreen Middle School. He himself had only just started working there, only his second teaching job.
But after the initial Oh-look-it's-a-new-teacher-with-a-funny-accent-lets-make-his-life-a-living-hell stage the kids and the rest of the staff got used to him, and his boss had to admit he was a brilliant teacher for only nineteen.
It was something he'd always wanted to do as well, which he acknowledged was really pathetic. And the principle was so impressed with his 'British' education ("Ireland. Not Britain." He had asserted during the interview to the answer "They're the same, aren't they?") it had been easy enough getting a job.
So, anyway, the night before Doyle was sure he was going get someone who had become in his head a sex goddess, the epitome of all things perfect, he had decided to take a big step and shave, properly.
Leaning to look in the bathroom mirror that was placed too low, he hummed 'Dream a little Dream of me' and thought, this is it, and for once I am going to get some. All those girls who I drooled over but never got won't matter because LOGIC says Harry has to choose me next. He grinned, almost slicing the skin of his chin, and went to bed safe in the knowledge that be sheer process of elimination he would be next on Harry's list.
Unfortunately logic turned out to be a cunning little shit, and later in the week Harry appeared hand in spotty hand with Geff.
Please review, you have read it after all!