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Tomorrow Is a Long Time	By : TaimaMarie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 889 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Tomorrow Is a Long Time
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Ville Valo leaned his head against the glass of the tour bus. They had been driving for what seemed like days. He knew he was exaggerating, knew that it was simply too much time spent in this cramped little bus, too much time spent with the band, too much time on the road.
And of course, not enough time with Bam. The thought of the name brought a light blush to his cheeks, like it always did. Personally, Ville hated it when he blushed. But it always made Bam smile, so maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
“We’ll be in Pennsylvania tomorrow.” Burton said from across the tiny table. The singer nodded and watched his friend listlessly as he played solitaire.
“That’s forever though,” he sighed.
“Only when you’re in love.” His band mate smiled knowingly. Ville blushed harder and looked away.

If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail.
If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time.
Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all.

Ville was restless the whole day. He watched the sun going down over the horizon, watched the headlights of all the cars they passed gradually flicker on. He could not concentrate on a game of chess, nor could he play cards with the others. Eventually, he retired to go and hide in his bunk.
But there was no sleep for him. He laid awake, arms folded behind his head as he tried to convince himself to fall asleep. It just wasn’t right though. Ville knew what was missing.
Bam.
“I must be getting spoiled.” He said to himself as he tried unsuccessfully to find a comfortable position.
“Not being able to sleep without him here with me. He’d laugh at me, if he knew.”
That was true. Bam probably would laugh. But later, when they were alone, the Finnish man knew that the skater would take him into his arms, hold him tightly, and whisper that he would never have to leave the bed if he didn’t want to.

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting.
If I could hear his heart softly pounding.
Yes, and only if he was lying by me,
Would I lie in my bed once again.

The night stretched endlessly before them. The wheels spun eternally below them. It was enough to almost drive you insane, when you thought about it. Ville had given up on sleep, and was instead trying to estimate the amount of seconds that were left before he got to see Bam again.
Math was never his strong suit, and so he eventually found his eyes drifting close. He felt his heart beat slowing to a steady, soothing rhythm that was complimented by the purring of the engine.
Sleep was far from restful, though. He was walking, searching, looking. The man he sought out had curly brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes anyone had ever seen. When Ville came to a river, he stopped and peered in. He saw no reflection of himself, only the one he longed for.
But when he reached into the cool water to try and catch the image, it disappeared, broken up by the touch of his fingers. Ville sank down to his knees, heartbroken.
His tears slipped soundlessly down his cheeks, and sobs tumbled out from his lips. He ached, deep down in his chest.
“Why are you crying?” a familiar voice asked.
“I can’t find him!”
“Find who? Who can’t you find?” there was concern lacing the voice now, but try as he might, Ville could not find the one speaking.

I can’t see my reflection in the waters,
I can’t speak the sounds that show no pain.
I can’t hear the echo of my footsteps.
Or remember the sound of my own name.

“Ville, Ville, wake up.” Someone was shaking his shoulder. His eyes cracked up. He felt wetness on his cheeks. Oh God, had he really been crying in his sleep? He blinked away the blurriness.
“Bam?”
“Why were you crying? What’s the matter?” the words poured desperately from the American man’s mouth.
“I couldn’t find you.” Ville mumbled. He knew how it sounded, and braced himself. He should have known better. Whenever they were alone, Bam was a totally different person in all the right ways.
“I see. You don’t have to look anymore, I’m right here.” He had been sitting on the edge of the bed, but now he stretched out next to his lover.
“I know that now,” Ville snuggled close to him. Bam gently wiped his cheeks try with his thumbs.
“I hate it when you cry.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Bam kissed his forehead. They laid together in silence, enjoying the feeling of being together.
“How did you get here?”
“I made Dunn drive me to a gas station that I knew you guys would stop at to fill up. He’s following us now. I just… I wanted to see you.” There was that blush blooming on Bam’s cheeks now. Ville smiled softly and kissed both the hot cheeks.
“It must nearly be morning.”
“The sun’s just coming up,” Bam nodded.

There’s beauty in that silver singing river,
There’s beauty in that sunrise in the sky.
But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty,
That I remember in my true love’s eyes.

They did not sleep. They simply laid together, feeling their hearts return to normal. When they arrived in West Chester, at his house, Bam and Ville immediately went up to their room.
Bam could see the dark marks marring the face of his lover. He didn’t like them one bit. He wanted the man to sleep, to wake up and not have them anymore. And besides, there was nothing like laying down with him.
Ville waited for the skater to get comfortable in bed as he stripped out of his jeans and t-shirt. Then he crawled across the bed, laying his head down on Bam’s chest. The thudding of his heart was like a long ago lullaby, one that he had nearly forgotten, but not quite. The tune of it was always somewhere in the back of his mind, singing him to sleep always.
He smiled sleepily, already feeling himself drifting to sleep as Bam’s arm wrapped around him. Bam kissed the top of his head.
“I love you,” he said again.
“I love you, too, Ville.”

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting.
If I could hear his heart softly pounding.
Yes, and only if he was lying by me,
Would I lie in my bed once again.
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