Survival [TharnType]

Chapter 2

Thanks for coming back to read this story! Basically, this story was my idea of season 2, so you have to have seen, or at least know the story of season 1 to understand.

It's also from now on that hostilities will start, and therefore the mentions of rape, TDS etc... So you stop here if you are underage, or sensitive to this kind of subject.

Enjoy your reading!

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The small suitcase ready and closed, Type placed it next to the front door, with the sports bag. 

- Do you really need all this?

- I don't know what I'm going to need, so I prefer to take more than I need. 

Tharn was in the middle of the flat, rummaging through his backpack.

- I feel like I've forgotten something...

- Laptop ? Computer? Chargers ? Toothbrush ? Pyjamas ?

- No, all this I have...

Type looked around the flat to see if he could find anything he might need during his first tour. Finding nothing in particular, he turned to his fiancé:

- Sorry I don't...

His words died in his throat as Tharn's lips pressed against his. The drummer's hands were on his hips, holding their bodies together. The footballer placed his on his powerful shoulders, responding to the kiss with pleasure. For long minutes the two lovers said goodbye, not wanting to part. Forehead to forehead, eyes closed, they spoke softly.

- Don't forget to send me a message every day, okay? If there is any problem I will come home immediately.

- It's my job to tell you not to forget me. I'm sorry I couldn't get away.

- Don't worry, your work is important to you. Everything happened so fast too! 

Type laughed softly as she stroked his fiancé's hair.

- Have fun, although I know you'll be thinking about me the whole time. 

Tharn nodded. He hadn't even left the flat yet and was already missing the man.

- I'll see you in a fortnight, okay? Two weeks isn't that long. 

They smiled at each other one last time. Tharn collected his things, kissed him again. They had never been so far apart for so long since they met. Tharn always accompanied Type back to his parents' house, no matter how much torture he had endured in the past. So it was with a heavy heart that the drummer left the building, to join his band's mini-bus, which was waiting.

- Did you manage to leave your wife's arms?

- I'm sure Type must be partying up there! 

Tharn tapped the shoulders of the two gossipers, and settled in. He was both excited about his first tour with his band and terrified that things would go wrong. He also felt bad about leaving Type behind for so long, but he hadn't been able to get away, and Tharn really couldn't cancel the tour. 

He watched as the building disappeared behind him, giving his fiancé a last silent "I love you". He turned his head to the other members of his group and smiled as the music blared and they sang at the top of their voices. He couldn't resist joining in the euphoric mood for long. In his pocket, his phone vibrated.

See you soon Tharn, I love you.

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Two weeks later