Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

Without You I'm Nothing (Chapter 39 up now!)	By : urbanephoenix Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Placebo Views: 5829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know any members of Placebo or their families, and I do not profit from these writings.

Chapter List
- 31
- 32
- 33
BRIAN.

Brian woke the next morning with his head pounding and everything aching. They’d had a big night, but he didn’t recall drinking THAT much. There was quite a bit he didn’t recall, actually. Groaning, the singer got up, rubbing his eyes, and looking for clean clothes. Why wasn’t he more organised?

“I don’t know!” a voice yelled.

Brian spun around, trying to see where it’d come from. It was close, but not in his room.

“I just don’t fucking know!”

Looking up, the small boy noticed a vent joining his room to the next, Stef and Courtney’s room. Climbing up on his bedside table, his head almost reached the small slits in the wall. It was a stretch but he could hear. He knew it was rude to eavesdrop, but Stef rarely raised his voice, least of all at Courtney.

“I know it’s hard, but you have to tell him.” The redhead said softly.

Stef sighed. “I know, but I just don’t know how. He’ll take it personally, he’ll think it’s him, and it’s not!”

“You don’t know that.”

“Oh yes I do,” the blonde laughed. “he takes everything personally. I just... I think it’s the right thing to do. It’s not forever, just for... now.”

Brian wasn’t sure what they were talking about, but he was almost certain the ‘he’ they were referring to was him. He felt a knot tighten in his throat, fearing the worst.

“But how can I do that? If not me, then who does he have?”

“That’s not your responsibility,” Courtney said. “he’s not a child.”

“But it IS my responsibility,” the blonde grumbled. “I made it my responsibility months ago at school.”

“Look, Stefan, you have to do what’s best for you. You’re young, you have plenty of opportunities to pick up where you left off, but for now if you’re unhappy, you have to tell him!”

Brian almost lost his grip on the windowpane; this conversation was only getting worse. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what they were talking about.

“That’s easy for you to say, I’m worried this is going to really upset him.”

The singer had had enough, he went to hop down off the table but instead slipped, landing hard on the floor.

“Did you hear that?” a muffled voice said from the next room.

“Ugh.” Brian groaned, picking himself up. Just what he needed, a bump on the head to accompany his hangover.

“Brian, are you ok?” Stefan asked from the door way.

“Yeah uh just tripped over.” He lied.

“Stef has something to talk to you about.” Courtney said, pushing the bassist lightly.

“It’s ok, I already know.” Brian replied sadly, putting a clean t-shirt on and looking at the floor.

“How can you know when I didn’t even know until a few hours ago?” the blonde asked.

“I overheard you guys talking a minute ago. I know you don’t want to be in our... band thing anymore.”

Stef frowned. “N- no that’s not it.”

“Well-“ Courtney started.

“Ok, well not exactly.” Stefan interrupted him. “Some privacy?” he asked, nodding at the redhead.
“So what is it?” Brian asked once they were alone.

“I’m um...goingtolivewithmyfamily.”

Brian shook his head vigorously. “Huh?”

Stef took a deep breath, he was clearly nervous. “I’m going to go and live with my family. In Sweden.”

While Brian had prepared himself to be upset about them no longer playing together, this was completely unexpected. “What?” he asked, leaping off the bed. “Why?!”

“If I leave before school goes back then I won’t have missed much work. I can-“

“No, not why are you leaving now, why are you leaving at all!? You don’t even like your family!”

“I called them this morning, just to chat, and I realised how much I missed them. I can’t possibly live by myself, Brian. I don’t like being alone.”

Brian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You won’t be alone! I’ll be here, we can still hang out and-“

“I mean I can’t live by myself. I’ve been thinking about it for a while but my mum just sort of... talked me into it. They miss me. I miss having a family around.”

“I... is it something I did? Is it because of what happened last night?”

“You remember that?” Stef asked, surprised. “I thought you’d drunk enough to forget the whole week.”

“Well, I remember we went out...”

---

“C'mon Stef, lighten up!” Brian laughed, well into this third beer of the night.

“Yeah, whatsh wrong Blondie?” Ianto joined in. “You were the life of the party earlier!”

Stef shifted uncomfortably. “I just feel bad with Courtney being back at the hotel by himself.”

“Oh come on, he shnot a child. He di-didn’t want to come out, you did, have a bit of fun!”

“Actually,” the blonde pointed out. “you dragged me out!”

“Fine, leave then.” The smaller singer shrugged, knowing full well his friend would stay.

Ianto held out the remainder of his near-full beer. “C'mon! You need to chill out, Shtef.”

“Fuck it.” Stef mumbled, taking the glass and downing it quickly.

The rest of Ianto’s band seemed to have disbanded, leaving the trio at the bar surrounded with dozens of other tipsy twenty-somethings.

“C’mon, Shtef-arn! We’ll find you a- a niiiiice young stud to get your mind off thin- things.”

Brian giggled. “A brunette! That’s the only one you haven’t had r- right?” He was clearly tipsy, something Stef was almost used to now.

“No thanks.” He smiled in reply, picking up a fresh glass.

“C... ‘cos you... you had M-Michael who’s blonde! A-and C-Cort-ey has... red. And I’m... I’m black.”

Ianto burst out laughing. “You’re not b-black. You- you’re a p-p-pasty lil white midget!” he slurred.

“You know what I mean.”

‘Great’, Stef thought to himself. ‘we’ve been here barely two hours and they’re already well on the way to getting completely off their faces.’

“Y- you know... I-I- I’m b-brown. My h-hair is.” Ianto said to nobody in particular. “U-under the black.”

“Is that an offer, Ianto?” Stef joked.

“D-do you want it to be?” The Welshman smiled.

“Oi!” Brian interrupted. “I th-thought y-you wanted me!”

“I do!” Stef and Ianto replied in unison.

There was a pause that would have usually resulted in an awkward silence, had the venue been different. The trio looked at each other nervously.

---

STEFAN.

“Shit,” Brian mumbled. “ok, I don’t remember all of that happening.”

Stef smiled sadly. “Do you remember what happened next?”

“Oh god, we didn’t-“

“No, no, we didn’t.”

“Thank goodness.” The smaller boy let out a sigh of relief.

“You and Ianto did, though.”

Brian looked up, genuinely surprised. “What?!”

The blonde shifted uncomfortably on the bed. This isn’t the conversation he’d planned on having. “Well, to be honest I don’t know, but after... that... you kinda laughed it off and you two went off together. I saw you later getting pretty well acquainted, if you get my drift.”

“I... I laughed? At who, what? I... are you sure? I don’t remember any of this.” Brian frowned.

“Oh I’m sure,” Stef looked down at his shoes. “you laughed at me. I think you thought I was joking.”

“But you were! Right?”

Stefan didn’t reply, but instead started tracing creases in his jeans lightly with his fingers. He should leave. Now. “Look, it’s ok. I just wanted to tell you that when this tour is over I’ll be going to Sweden. And I wanted to assure you it’s nothing you’ve done that’s made me decide this. It’s just.... right.”

Brian said nothing, but gawked up at him with a look of shock still plastered across his small face.

“I’ll see you later.” The bassist smiled before walking across the room and closing the door gently behind him.

BRIAN.

Brian didn’t know what to think. He’d woken up in his own bed, that was for sure. Quickly getting changed, the singer ran downstairs and out into the cold street. He knew who could settle this for him.

Thankfully Hanlon Riots’ hotel wasn’t far away. Retracing his steps from the night before, Brian found Ianto’s room.

“Ianto?” he called out, knocking on the door. It opened almost immediately.

“Oh not so loud, my head is killing me.” The Welshman groaned, letting him in.

He’d obviously just gotten up, wearing nothing but his briefs, his long black hair a complete mess. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” he smiled. “Bit early for house calls, isn’t it?”

“What happened last night?” Brian asked urgently.

Ianto frowned. “When?”

“You know, at the club, after we’d had a few to drink?”

“Oh... oh right! You mean when Stef confessed his undying love for you?”

Brian’s eyes widened, for once he was speechless.

“I’m kidding,” Ianto laughed. “na, but it was pretty awkward.”

“So what happened, after?”

The taller boy shrugged. “We all kinda laughed it off and you and I spent the rest of the night drinking, dancing and... you know, having fun.”

“What do you mean ‘having fun’?”

“Nothing terrible, don’t worry.” Ianto smiled, pulling a pair of jeans on. “I mean, just a bit of a snog. Well, a lot really, but strictly PG.”

‘Thank goodness for that’, Brian thought to himself. Not that he would have objected terribly to having another night of less PG-rated fun with the other singer, but not after what Stef had said.

“Stef’s leaving.” He said finally.

“Huh? When?”

“When we get home. He’s going to Sweden to live with his family. I think it’s because of what I did. Or said. Or something.”

Ianto frowned as he ran his long fingers through his knotted hair. “Did he say it was because of you?”

Brian laughed. “No, he spent a good deal of time explaining how it wasn’t because of me though.”

“Well that seems fairly straight forward. Maybe it’s just what’s best for him.”

“But he hates his family! He doesn’t know anyone besides them in Sweden, what’s he going to do for friends? For a job? For-“

“Brian. I think you’re a little more concerned about what this is going to mean for you.”

“Me? I’m not going anywhere.”

“But you’re going to lose Stef, your closest friend. From what you’ve told me, Courtney is going back to America around the same time, so you’re going to be left alone.”

The smaller boy shuddered. He didn’t want to think about that. What it’d be like going back to school without Stef, his safety net. The only person who really helped him get through those days. “Great, so we’ll both be miserable!”

“Look, this isn’t the kind of thing he probably decided overnight. He’s not an idiot.”

“But...” Brian had been holding back tears since he’d first eavesdropped on Stef and Courtney’s conversation earlier. He didn’t want to admit to himself that he would indeed be losing his only real friend. “But why?!” he let the tears flow freely now. “Why does he have to go?”

Ianto wrapped his arms around the smaller boy’s body, holding him close. Brian snuggled deeply into his chest, he needed the comfort. “He adores you, Brian. He wouldn’t leave you all alone unless he thought you could handle it. He knows how important he is to you.”

“Really?” Brian sniffed.

“Of course,” despite his conviction, Ianto didn’t sound entirely convinced. “you’ll be ok. You both will.”

------------------
A/N: Short one 'cos I felt bad for not updating sooner. Next chapter is almost done (if you want it) though. Comments always appreciated, they're my main motivation and it's nice to know what people are thinking.

(Also, if you think you know where this is going, you're probably wrong. Just sayin' =D)
- 31
- 32
- 33
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Without You I'm Nothing (Chapter 39 up now!)