Fic: The Heart Never Lies
Title: The Heart Never Lies (1/?)
Author: me... duck_revolution
Rating: PG13... i think
Pairing: Patrick/Pete
Summary: With everything that he could say for the fame and adoration of the people that surroundedPete them it was nights like these when he was curled up in his bunk alone that he found a reason for this to never happen. For everything positive Pete everyone said there would be something negative nagging at the back of his mind before he locked it in a box and forgot about it till the next night he found himself looking at the top of his bunk and wondering why he did this.
A/N: I've been kind of lurking for way too long so thought I'd post this, I'm hoping it's good enough for you guys and anything I can do to improve I'd love your comments :) also really hoping I got the coding right *crosses fingers*
Some people laugh,
Some people cry,
Some people live,
And some people die,
Some people run right into the fire,
Some people hide their every desire.
Another night playing an amazing show to an audience who loved them, another night of screams and people telling them how they saved their lives, another night on the bus away from their families and another night of Patrick silently wishing that they'd never become this huge band. With everything that he could say for the fame and adoration of the people that surroundedPete them it was nights like these when he was curled up in his bunk alone that he found a reason for this to never happen. For everything positive Pete everyone said there would be something negative nagging at the back of his mind before he locked it in a box and forgot about it till the next night he found himself looking at the top of his bunk and wondering why he did this.
His thoughts were almost always interrupted by another body crawling into his bunk, nudging him over until there was space for him to curl up against him and talk until one of them fell asleep, normally Patrick, making this all seem worthwhile because even if he didn'tneed understand all this Pete did. But every night this happened he would wake up to find himself squashed right up against the wall of the bus for apparently no reason as the body that was so close to him the night before had crawled back into his own bunk, leaving Patrick to wonder once again why he did this.
Patrick found himself being shaken, not exactly gently, awake by a very tired looking Pete. He'd known him long enough to understand what heneeded wanted so isn't surprised to find himself in a nearby Starbucks half an hour later. Pete seems to have a talent for finding them, no matter where they are Pete will find the nearest Starbucks and probably know the names of everyone working there by the time he's dragged Patrick the band there the next morning.
He's not entirely sure what Pete's talking about but he's laughing and waving his hands round so he must find it funny or interesting, or actually he could think it was anything and he'd still look like that; his face split by a wide grin that's almost a smile but it's too early for it to be one quite yet and his eyes shining while he talks some more about whatever it is he's saying, only pausing for a mouthful of his drink before carrying on. He never seems to care that he's making more noise than everyone else in the room put together though Patrick has become painfully aware of this fact as some people are looking at them, starting to give them second glances as they realise they recognise these two men sat in the corner but can't quite put their finger on where from. Patrick would rather they left before it clicked and they were surrounded, maybe picking the table in the corner wasn't the best idea; sure they wouldn't get noticed so much (or so he'd hoped) but it meant there was less chance of escaping.
*****
Pete never slept really, it wasn't that he didn't want to; he desperately wanted to be able to lie down and simply drift away, but he never seemed to be able to do it. The more tired he was the more his brain worked, it didn't seem to want to shut off and would haunt him with dreams from the past, ideas he'd had but never finished or even phrases he'd heard, a snapshot from a conversation that had stuck in his mind and refused to leave until he wrote it down. Nights like these he'd find himself staring at the ceiling of his room, trying to find a reason for something, everything, anything, but never succeeding. The best he found was a crack that looked like a cross between a donkey and a goldfish but that never really helped him much.
He never realised he was doing it until he heard the muffled reply of "'ello" on the other end of the phone. His hands automatically dialled Patrick's number and his mouth started to say things, things that probably never made sense, but Patrick listened, Patrick made them make sense when he surrounded them with music, cut them and shaped them until even Pete didn't recognise them when he first heard them.
It was nights when Patrick didn't answer the phone for some reason that Pete felt more alone than he ever had. It wasn't as if he had no one else to call, but for some reason calling Andy or Joe never seemed to feel the same. It was like when you try to re-tell a joke and get the punch line wrong, it doesn't make any sense. It's times like those that Pete's mind is the most dangerous; with no outlet and no one to tell the half finished plans and ideas start to grow and form until he is convinced that whatever he was planning on probably not doing or even considering becomes the most inviting suggestion to his mind at the time. It was times like these that Patrick really wished he didn't leave his phone and decide to call back later.
(Lyrics from 'The Heart Never Lies' - McFly)
Author: me... duck_revolution
Rating: PG13... i think
Pairing: Patrick/Pete
Summary: With everything that he could say for the fame and adoration of the people that surrounded
A/N: I've been kind of lurking for way too long so thought I'd post this, I'm hoping it's good enough for you guys and anything I can do to improve I'd love your comments :) also really hoping I got the coding right *crosses fingers*
Some people cry,
Some people live,
And some people die,
Some people run right into the fire,
Some people hide their every desire.
Another night playing an amazing show to an audience who loved them, another night of screams and people telling them how they saved their lives, another night on the bus away from their families and another night of Patrick silently wishing that they'd never become this huge band. With everything that he could say for the fame and adoration of the people that surrounded
His thoughts were almost always interrupted by another body crawling into his bunk, nudging him over until there was space for him to curl up against him and talk until one of them fell asleep, normally Patrick, making this all seem worthwhile because even if he didn't
Patrick found himself being shaken, not exactly gently, awake by a very tired looking Pete. He'd known him long enough to understand what he
He's not entirely sure what Pete's talking about but he's laughing and waving his hands round so he must find it funny or interesting, or actually he could think it was anything and he'd still look like that; his face split by a wide grin that's almost a smile but it's too early for it to be one quite yet and his eyes shining while he talks some more about whatever it is he's saying, only pausing for a mouthful of his drink before carrying on. He never seems to care that he's making more noise than everyone else in the room put together though Patrick has become painfully aware of this fact as some people are looking at them, starting to give them second glances as they realise they recognise these two men sat in the corner but can't quite put their finger on where from. Patrick would rather they left before it clicked and they were surrounded, maybe picking the table in the corner wasn't the best idea; sure they wouldn't get noticed so much (or so he'd hoped) but it meant there was less chance of escaping.
*****
Pete never slept really, it wasn't that he didn't want to; he desperately wanted to be able to lie down and simply drift away, but he never seemed to be able to do it. The more tired he was the more his brain worked, it didn't seem to want to shut off and would haunt him with dreams from the past, ideas he'd had but never finished or even phrases he'd heard, a snapshot from a conversation that had stuck in his mind and refused to leave until he wrote it down. Nights like these he'd find himself staring at the ceiling of his room, trying to find a reason for something, everything, anything, but never succeeding. The best he found was a crack that looked like a cross between a donkey and a goldfish but that never really helped him much.
He never realised he was doing it until he heard the muffled reply of "'ello" on the other end of the phone. His hands automatically dialled Patrick's number and his mouth started to say things, things that probably never made sense, but Patrick listened, Patrick made them make sense when he surrounded them with music, cut them and shaped them until even Pete didn't recognise them when he first heard them.
It was nights when Patrick didn't answer the phone for some reason that Pete felt more alone than he ever had. It wasn't as if he had no one else to call, but for some reason calling Andy or Joe never seemed to feel the same. It was like when you try to re-tell a joke and get the punch line wrong, it doesn't make any sense. It's times like those that Pete's mind is the most dangerous; with no outlet and no one to tell the half finished plans and ideas start to grow and form until he is convinced that whatever he was planning on probably not doing or even considering becomes the most inviting suggestion to his mind at the time. It was times like these that Patrick really wished he didn't leave his phone and decide to call back later.
(Lyrics from 'The Heart Never Lies' - McFly)