𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 [ 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 ] ❜

𝐴 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠

𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ - 𝐴 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛

Inspired by: A Million Love Songs ~ Take That
(When indicated, I'd listen to the song, will help you feel the emotion better!)

This is an AU oneshot, so it's not similar to real life or any real life events that actually happen! I imagine them both to be 17, but it's set in the mid 90's - as I say, not accurate to real life!

Also, this one means a lot to me. As a bisexual girl in a family that's practically all homophobic, writing this helped me find a peace and acceptance I didn't know that could be reached. It gave me hope, in a way, I suppose. I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it xxx

Watch out for some references to the lyrics of Shame too...and MsMercury005 this one's for you♡︎

♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡

Put your head against my life

What do you hear?

A million words just trying to make

The love song of the year

A classroom, somewhere, 1992

Robbie Williams.

Super funny, super gorgeous, super sporty and easily the most popular boy in the year.

Every girl at Millennium High wanted him in their bed, and every guy wanted to be his best mate. Some guys wanted him in their bed too, and as much as he loathed to admit, he was one of them.

His name was Gary Barlow. A huge talent for music and an immensely kind heart hidden under a crumbling facade he put up to avoid being bullied. He was awfully shy and deathly frightened of everyone.

They all avoided him you see, the kids at school, like he was a plague of some sort. Gary was gay. He hadn't come out to anyone, though he planned too, but one of the college's second year bullies, Nigel Martin Smith, had started a rumour that Gary tried to kiss him at the back of the building before he had been ready to tell anyone.

Now he was hated by everyone, but none more than he hated himself. Sometimes he wished he could just turn back the clock so he never even discovered boys and he could be happy like everyone else. Love was all Gary Barlow wanted, and now he'd never get it.

It was an ordinary Tuesday morning at the Barlow and the Williams households. As usual, Robbie was running late to class, while Gary had been sat at the back for around 30 minutes already. 20 minutes after the bell, Robbie burst in breathlessly.

"Sorry I'm late sir, bird kept me up all night!" The teacher, Mr Furnish, grimaced and shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

"Right, thank you Mr Williams, in the future please refrain from talking about your sex life in class."

"A bit jealous are we sir?" Mr Furnish rewarded his remark with a deathly glare.