How could i ever love another? | By : sparksbleeder Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1627 -:- 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. |
[so I'm starting to have writer's block. So forgive me.]
Ville inserted the DVD into the player and pressed play. It was a home video Bam recorded long ago that he kept. It was of one of their vacation in London. Bam had brought a camera. The opening scene was bam panning around the hotel then to the bathroom where Ville was putting on eyeliner.
"There he is!" Bam said playfully on the video. Ville looked over and smiled.
"What are you doing sweetie?"
"Documenting our love." the camera went to mirror and filmed them kissing then Bam pulling away to film Ville again.
"Stop it." Ville chuckled making a face.
"Sing to me." and Ville began to sing to the camera and laughing.
Watching this Ville felt tears in his eyes. That weekend in London was one of the funniest things they did together. The DVD cut to them standing outside Big Ben. Ville was filming Bam trying to climb it and some guard shooing him away.
"Always causing trouble, Lovely?" Ville heard himself say.
"Can't help it." at this he turned the video off because it was too much right then. He got up to look in the mirror new the door. He was a black eye and a bruise on his chin. He sighed knowing his love had done this to him. Ville went to the kitchen to check to see if the stew was done yet which it wasn't.
He sang to himself as he headed upstairs. Bam was still asleep and maybe still a little sick. Ville sat on his bed side and smiled at the sleeping man. He ran his hand throw the purple streaked hair and kissed then pale check before heading back downstairs. He grabbed a beanie and put it on hoping it could down play his bruises.
After an hour, the stew was done and Ville prepare a bowl for his love upstairs. He carried it up carefully making sure not to spill it or anything. He made it to the bedroom, setting it on the night stand, he set on the task of waking the sick boy.
"Bammie?" Keeping his voice soft as he shook the skater. Bam opened his blue eyes slowly. Ville turned away quickly and reached for the stew. "I mad you something to eat. My mum would make it when I was sick."
"Ville..." Ville put a small spoonful to Bam's lips. He took a bite and found it surprisingly good. He sat up slowly reaching for the bowel. He took it and set it in his lap.
"Careful. It's hot and don't eat too fast. You're still sick." Ville turned his face away again. He wanted to kiss Bam, hug him, make him know he loves him. But he felt ugly with the bruises and the slight swelling under his eye. Bam sure did his hard.
"Are you mad at me?" Bam questioned in between bites.
"No, not at all." Ville's voice had a happier tone then expected but he still faced away from Bam.
"I'm so sorry about last night." Bam spoke in shame. "I didn't mean to hit you like that."
"Don't worry. You were sick."
"I know you're mad. That’s why you won't look at me."
"Bam, I am not mad. I just don't look my best today."
"You're such a liar." This made Ville mad. He was sick and tied of being accused.
"I am not a fucking liar!" Ville spun to face Bam. Bam's jaw dropped and Ville realized what he had done and ran other of the room. Bam set the stew aside and chased after him, not moving too quickly. Ville stopped halfway down the hall and started crying. Bam heard Bam behind him Coughing and choking. Ville spun around again and ran over to him and took him in his arms. "You shouldn't be out of bed!"
"I did that didn't I?" Bam was being pushed back into the bed room. Soon his was back in bed staring at Ville as he lit a cigarette. Smoke huffed out at Bam and Ville looked deep into his eyes.
"It's not that bad, is it?" Bam frown and felt tears welt up. His hated himself. the American hugged his head and began sobbing. Vile reached over and rubbed the sobbing man's back before pulling him close into an embrace. "It's ok.
"No it's not. Look what I did." Bam squeaked out. Ville turned Bam's head to his and kissed him sweetly.
"Don't cry." Ville felt tears of his own. "Please Bammie."
Bam tried to but it was hard. He never hated himself so much. Ville hugged him tight and tried to make him feel better but it all hurt. He hurt Ville. He hurt his true love.
"Bam I want to promise you something." Bam looked up into the loving green eyes watching him. "I promise that if you get better, not cry anymore, and forgive me as I for give you, I'll do anything you want."
"Really?" Bam sniffled and thought of the one thing he wanted most.
"Really?" Ville smiled his usually loving smile.
"Will you marry me?"
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