Hi all! This started as 1D fan fic I'll admit... but I changed it around to be a more stand alone story. It's about exes meeting up after a few years and seeing how they're past and present shape up together. Hope you enjoy! The whole thing is already written and edited, so I'll just wait for some response before posting the next installment. And sorry about the spacing, the site's done something weird to it.
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I stepped outside yawning, staring down the road. He’d texted me a couple of minutes ago that he was on his way, but he was perpetually lying about being on time, so I didn’t rush out. I waited in the wind, and it felt like today was going to be particularly cold. I pulled my hoodie closed, and then a huge black SUV came meandering up the road.
As it reached my walk the driver’s window came down, “would you happen to know where I could find a Mr. Conor?”
I walked down to the street, “hi,” I said back quietly from exhaustion. And from nerves.
“This is quite the place you’ve got here,” he said pulling up his sunglasses.
I looked back at the modular unit of apartments I called home. Essentially, it was a big box of concrete and glass with four apartments inside. I never thought it was terribly pretty, just a 1960s experiment gone wrong really.
“It’s not much to look at,” I said back.
“I mean the locale, you shit,” he said gesturing around. Beyond the apartments we were surrounded by forest and fields wherever you looked. My university prided itself on being deep in the Adirondacks, and this separated set of former faculty housing made it feel even more alone.
“It is a lot of nature,” I said more confidently. I’d always loved the outdoors and being here felt very right, even in the cold. I questioned if he loved it too, “think you can handle it?”
“I can handle anything,” he said surely. “Where do I park this?”
“You mean your tank?” I asked. “What’s with this choice anyway?”
“Well, I told the man at the counter that I was going deep into the woods, and I needed something for the journey. He recommended this, nice eh?” he said looking down the dark, glossy black truck.
“It’s a bit much,” I said. “You can park it right at the end of the road.”
With a wink and a gear shift Harry pulled away from me and swerved his way into a parking spot. I waited on the walk in the cold, the wind still cutting through my hoodie. He went to the trunk and pulled out a duffel bag, swinging it over his shoulder. He had a long black coat on with a large scarf around his neck. The jeans were tight, per usual, and his boots had heels, per usual.
“Come here,” he said giving me a hug as he came in the front door. I smelled his bright scent, a smell I knew anywhere. It was a little bit of his shampoo and detergent but at the heart it was just his personal aura, just what he woke up with. Harry was only made up of natural talent, his odor included.
“Good plane ride?”
“Not really the first class experience as I know it, but very good anyway,” he said with a smile as we headed inside. “It’s worth anything to be here.”
He hung up his coat, and I lead him upstairs to the loft. He threw his duffel in the corner and started to pull off his coat and scarf. Alongside the bed the wall was all glass. From ankle height to ceiling you could look straight out into the forest. The set up was unnerving at first, but now I loved it.
“There are blinds, I swear,” I said gesturing at them up above.
“You wouldn’t need really need any though, right?”
“Well for privacy you-”
“Who’s going to see you out here though? Isn’t that the point?” he insisted. “Just be free and like, alone out here?”
“Yeah, that is the design in mind. And admittedly, I don’t ever close them,” I mentioned. Harry grinned at me a little and shot me a wink. “Lemme show you downstairs.”
Harry took in the view one more time. It mostly looked into the fairy tale woods on the other side of the road. The trees felt close up but much more mysterious than meets the eye. They wanted you to waltz right in and fall into their trap.
“So here’s the kitchen and living room,” I said leading him into the open first floor. The window had a sill at waist height down here, not totally exposed. “The couch folds out, so don’t worry.”
“Yeah, that’s great, so-”
“And the bathroom is through there, and I’ve got towels-”
“Yeah that’s-”
“Do you want anything to-”
“Con,” he said grabbing my wrist as I walked over to the kitchen. It was firm but soft.
“Yeah?” I said looking down at his hand.
He studied me, “what’s up?” He looked somewhere between lost and concerned.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You’re giving me a tour of your house like I’m a stranger,” he said.
“Well, you’ve never been here before, so I just wanted to-”
“Con, I’m standing in the middle of fucking nowhere with you right now,” he said excited and loudly. “Did you ever think this was gonna happen? Aren’t you excited?”
I gulped and smiled, “I mean, you said you would eventually.” Deep down I thought eventually meant never, so today was really strange, and I still didn’t know if I was happy or not.
“Well I did!” he said. “So stop fucking treating me like a guest, and lets just hang out.”
I breathed out with certainty and tried to relax; I played with the strings of my hoodie. “I guess I didn’t ever really expect you to show up. It’s a little... surreal?” I said with a smile, a laugh. Our relationship had become so different over the last few years. It could just never be the same as it was face to face every day. You learned to expect different things. You had to.
“I know, I never...” he began, and looked out the window. “You just spend four years going and going and going, never thinking about stopping, and then you get six months free and... here I am. It’s the only place I wanted to be. Here with you, C.”
I tried to really hear what he was saying... and to really believe him. It felt like trying to punch through water, but I found a way to actually listen to him. I hugged him from behind.
And suddenly, the breath of my affection for him rushed back through me. It was so fucking good to have him here, and to smell him, and to know that we were no longer transient conveniences. The expectations were normal. We could be real friends for a few weeks.
“Let’s go out there,” he said turning to me with a wonder in his green eyes.
“Where?” I asked.
He threw his arms to the window. “I wanna see what this is all about,” he implored.
“Do you - there’s a lot of snow out there, are you prepared?” Harry was curious first, prepared second.
“I’ve got plenty of sweaters and socks, yes I’m grand,” he said moving to the stairs. “I’ll get changed, then?”
I saw that eager, pulling look in his eyes. That same look that had pulled me into the broom closet in between periods years ago, hiding from Mr. Williams. It dared you to be a little reckless.
“Yeah, let’s go,” I said following him up the stairs.
Harry pulled clothes out of his duffel, laying them on my bed. There were stylish tank tops and more tight jeans. Nothing too heavy duty. “Here’s a sweater,” he said plopping a tasteful maroon pullover onto the bed. It didn’t seem very warm. “And I’ve got sweats I think.”
As he continued his high fashion preparation I went into my closet and pulled out snow pants, a jacket, and some more layers. “Just go with this.”
Harry looked between his pile and mine, then wrinkled his nose. “Didn’t really think about this, I admit.” He took the clothes and pulled off his jacket.
I already had sweatpants on, so I found another pair of snowpants and slipped them on over. Then I ditched the shitty hoodie for a thermal top, a light sweater, and a jacket. Harry may have glanced over at me while I changed, but I certainly looked at him, and studied his new tattoos.
“Oh and what is this one?” I asked pointing to one on his lower back above his left hip. It was a grid was some shapes over it or something.
“Where?” he said looking over his shoulder.
I poked the grid, and he chuckled. “Oh that was supposed to be a map of where I grew up, but it looks more like... well I don’t know, shit.”
“Not your best,” I agreed.
Harry sighed, knowing that most of them weren’t his best. I briefly studied his sturdy frame, surprised by the weight he’d put on around his shoulders and chest. Harry had been so slight in school, I was surprised he’d grown into something other than a blade of grass.
“What should I wear over this?” he asked pulling down his jeans, struggling to pull them off his ankles. He had a black brief-underwear on with a label along the waistband I’d never heard of.
“I’ve got some long johns,” I answered looking for more in my closet. I found them and he slipped them on, adjusting the pouch of his briefs, pulling it further out as the gray material hugged the curve.
“Grand,” he said reaching for his boots, which would have to do, “let’s go.”
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I stepped outside yawning, staring down the road. He’d texted me a couple of minutes ago that he was on his way, but he was perpetually lying about being on time, so I didn’t rush out. I waited in the wind, and it felt like today was going to be particularly cold. I pulled my hoodie closed, and then a huge black SUV came meandering up the road.
As it reached my walk the driver’s window came down, “would you happen to know where I could find a Mr. Conor?”
I walked down to the street, “hi,” I said back quietly from exhaustion. And from nerves.
“This is quite the place you’ve got here,” he said pulling up his sunglasses.
I looked back at the modular unit of apartments I called home. Essentially, it was a big box of concrete and glass with four apartments inside. I never thought it was terribly pretty, just a 1960s experiment gone wrong really.
“It’s not much to look at,” I said back.
“I mean the locale, you shit,” he said gesturing around. Beyond the apartments we were surrounded by forest and fields wherever you looked. My university prided itself on being deep in the Adirondacks, and this separated set of former faculty housing made it feel even more alone.
“It is a lot of nature,” I said more confidently. I’d always loved the outdoors and being here felt very right, even in the cold. I questioned if he loved it too, “think you can handle it?”
“I can handle anything,” he said surely. “Where do I park this?”
“You mean your tank?” I asked. “What’s with this choice anyway?”
“Well, I told the man at the counter that I was going deep into the woods, and I needed something for the journey. He recommended this, nice eh?” he said looking down the dark, glossy black truck.
“It’s a bit much,” I said. “You can park it right at the end of the road.”
With a wink and a gear shift Harry pulled away from me and swerved his way into a parking spot. I waited on the walk in the cold, the wind still cutting through my hoodie. He went to the trunk and pulled out a duffel bag, swinging it over his shoulder. He had a long black coat on with a large scarf around his neck. The jeans were tight, per usual, and his boots had heels, per usual.
“Come here,” he said giving me a hug as he came in the front door. I smelled his bright scent, a smell I knew anywhere. It was a little bit of his shampoo and detergent but at the heart it was just his personal aura, just what he woke up with. Harry was only made up of natural talent, his odor included.
“Good plane ride?”
“Not really the first class experience as I know it, but very good anyway,” he said with a smile as we headed inside. “It’s worth anything to be here.”
He hung up his coat, and I lead him upstairs to the loft. He threw his duffel in the corner and started to pull off his coat and scarf. Alongside the bed the wall was all glass. From ankle height to ceiling you could look straight out into the forest. The set up was unnerving at first, but now I loved it.
“There are blinds, I swear,” I said gesturing at them up above.
“You wouldn’t need really need any though, right?”
“Well for privacy you-”
“Who’s going to see you out here though? Isn’t that the point?” he insisted. “Just be free and like, alone out here?”
“Yeah, that is the design in mind. And admittedly, I don’t ever close them,” I mentioned. Harry grinned at me a little and shot me a wink. “Lemme show you downstairs.”
Harry took in the view one more time. It mostly looked into the fairy tale woods on the other side of the road. The trees felt close up but much more mysterious than meets the eye. They wanted you to waltz right in and fall into their trap.
“So here’s the kitchen and living room,” I said leading him into the open first floor. The window had a sill at waist height down here, not totally exposed. “The couch folds out, so don’t worry.”
“Yeah, that’s great, so-”
“And the bathroom is through there, and I’ve got towels-”
“Yeah that’s-”
“Do you want anything to-”
“Con,” he said grabbing my wrist as I walked over to the kitchen. It was firm but soft.
“Yeah?” I said looking down at his hand.
He studied me, “what’s up?” He looked somewhere between lost and concerned.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You’re giving me a tour of your house like I’m a stranger,” he said.
“Well, you’ve never been here before, so I just wanted to-”
“Con, I’m standing in the middle of fucking nowhere with you right now,” he said excited and loudly. “Did you ever think this was gonna happen? Aren’t you excited?”
I gulped and smiled, “I mean, you said you would eventually.” Deep down I thought eventually meant never, so today was really strange, and I still didn’t know if I was happy or not.
“Well I did!” he said. “So stop fucking treating me like a guest, and lets just hang out.”
I breathed out with certainty and tried to relax; I played with the strings of my hoodie. “I guess I didn’t ever really expect you to show up. It’s a little... surreal?” I said with a smile, a laugh. Our relationship had become so different over the last few years. It could just never be the same as it was face to face every day. You learned to expect different things. You had to.
“I know, I never...” he began, and looked out the window. “You just spend four years going and going and going, never thinking about stopping, and then you get six months free and... here I am. It’s the only place I wanted to be. Here with you, C.”
I tried to really hear what he was saying... and to really believe him. It felt like trying to punch through water, but I found a way to actually listen to him. I hugged him from behind.
And suddenly, the breath of my affection for him rushed back through me. It was so fucking good to have him here, and to smell him, and to know that we were no longer transient conveniences. The expectations were normal. We could be real friends for a few weeks.
“Let’s go out there,” he said turning to me with a wonder in his green eyes.
“Where?” I asked.
He threw his arms to the window. “I wanna see what this is all about,” he implored.
“Do you - there’s a lot of snow out there, are you prepared?” Harry was curious first, prepared second.
“I’ve got plenty of sweaters and socks, yes I’m grand,” he said moving to the stairs. “I’ll get changed, then?”
I saw that eager, pulling look in his eyes. That same look that had pulled me into the broom closet in between periods years ago, hiding from Mr. Williams. It dared you to be a little reckless.
“Yeah, let’s go,” I said following him up the stairs.
Harry pulled clothes out of his duffel, laying them on my bed. There were stylish tank tops and more tight jeans. Nothing too heavy duty. “Here’s a sweater,” he said plopping a tasteful maroon pullover onto the bed. It didn’t seem very warm. “And I’ve got sweats I think.”
As he continued his high fashion preparation I went into my closet and pulled out snow pants, a jacket, and some more layers. “Just go with this.”
Harry looked between his pile and mine, then wrinkled his nose. “Didn’t really think about this, I admit.” He took the clothes and pulled off his jacket.
I already had sweatpants on, so I found another pair of snowpants and slipped them on over. Then I ditched the shitty hoodie for a thermal top, a light sweater, and a jacket. Harry may have glanced over at me while I changed, but I certainly looked at him, and studied his new tattoos.
“Oh and what is this one?” I asked pointing to one on his lower back above his left hip. It was a grid was some shapes over it or something.
“Where?” he said looking over his shoulder.
I poked the grid, and he chuckled. “Oh that was supposed to be a map of where I grew up, but it looks more like... well I don’t know, shit.”
“Not your best,” I agreed.
Harry sighed, knowing that most of them weren’t his best. I briefly studied his sturdy frame, surprised by the weight he’d put on around his shoulders and chest. Harry had been so slight in school, I was surprised he’d grown into something other than a blade of grass.
“What should I wear over this?” he asked pulling down his jeans, struggling to pull them off his ankles. He had a black brief-underwear on with a label along the waistband I’d never heard of.
“I’ve got some long johns,” I answered looking for more in my closet. I found them and he slipped them on, adjusting the pouch of his briefs, pulling it further out as the gray material hugged the curve.
“Grand,” he said reaching for his boots, which would have to do, “let’s go.”