1984 - A David Bowie Fanfic.

The door knock.

I came home from the concert grounds and kick off my pinching high heeled shoes and fling my handbag to the floor. It had been 9 days since Will left...

I finally turn my work phone off and look at my watch:

I got to pick the boys up in a minute... Brilliant. More walking... Wait... Did I just see the car outside?

I look out the window and see our brilliant bright red family car on the driveway...

"Will?" I call as I turn around, shocked that he's home.

I walk around the house calling him, where was he? I keep calling, and continue to get no reply. Then, suddenly he jumps out in front of me, scaring me like the boys do to annoy me... Was the man childish?! I rolled my eyes at his child play, and all I can think is:

Save it for the kids.

"Did you miss me?" Will winks at me and places the car keys on the table.

"How long have you been home for?" I ask then notice the mess he's made already since he's been home.

"Few hours?" He guesses.

"I gathered..." I breathe and start to clean up after Will, at the age of 28, I shouldn't be cleaning up after my husband... I should be hungover somewhere in the middle of London, but no, I'm just a mother of two! "Why didn't you call me to say you were home? Or at least, coming home... I could've taken the day off work..."

"That's exactly why I didn't tell you I was on my way home." He smugly laughs.

"Excuse me?" I say hurt.

"Well, we need the money, don't we." He replies.

No we don't. We're living pretty comfortably.

"Besides, it was very last minute that I was coming home today. The trip was, cut short."

"Cut short? Why?" I ask curiously and I fold my arms.

There's something he's not telling me...

"We were done with all the work, so there wasn't much point in us staying there for longer then we needed. And of course, I wanted to come home to my beautiful wife." He smirks and pulls me into a loving embrace. 

"You haven't called in the last 4 days." I mutter sadly. "You've been gone for so long William..."

"Yeah, well, work was busy, you know." He pushes me out of the hug and looks at me coldly now almost like he's hiding something. "So, where are the boys?"

"They're at school, you can go and pick them up if you want." I say bluntly.

"Yeah, sure." He looks at me with soft eyes now. "I've missed you, wifey." He winks then kisses my cheek and walks out the door again with the car keys.

I keep my arms folded and feel disgusted that he just called me 'wifey'.

I don't even want him home! I'm so angry with him! He didn't even tell me he loves me. Work is obviously more important to him then I am.

Deep in my own thoughts about Will, the door knocks loudly several times.

I slowly make my way towards the door and I take my hair out of it's tight bun and let my hair flow onto my shoulders; the curls drop softly and bounce in time to every short step I take to the door.

I open the door, my eyes lazily look up to whoever is standing there, then my eyes adjust to the person.

The golden hair, perfectly messy; his eyes, that delicious oddness I always loved, and the crooked smile makes me weak at the knees. His fingers curl round a cigarette and he puffs out some smoke. His face was slightly older, more mature, more experienced in life. His skin had some faded lines but hardly noticeable... But he was still David, my David! 

It's him...

"David...?" I couldn't quite believe myself.

"Hello, Little Rebel." He sounds nervous? There's a silence, I couldn't talk, I felt like I couldn't breathe! He feels the silence becomes too intense and flicks his cigarette behind him and ruffles his hair. "Can I come in?" He asks carefully.

The more I looked at him the more I saw Ziggy, every inch of David was Ziggy...! I felt blessed that David was his biological father... David was a true gentleman, and I hoped Ziggy would follow in his footsteps one day.

"David," I repeat. "You can't be here..."

"Ros, please... I need to see you." He begs and I hear my heart ache, it screams at me to hug him, to tell him how badly I've missed him. But I'm still in shock! He can't possibly be back?!

"William will be home soon with the boys, they can't see you here..." I stress.

"Then meet me somewhere, anywhere! Anywhere we can talk, Ros, I have so much to talk to you about... Ros I've-" He pleads.

"Don't. Not here, David." I haven't got time to argue with him, if he wants to see me, then fine... Maybe it's my chance to tell him how I've felt after all these years!

"Ok..." I mutter. "The pub, tonight at 9? Ask Larry to give us the back room... Don't be seen by anyone, you hear me? If anyone sees you I'm dead meat." He nods timidly at me as I bark down at him.

"Thank you Ros..." He breathes and strokes my cheek, I'm still in utter shock, how can I even make plans on the doorstep in such a state?

"Go, David. Before someone sees you, I'll see you later." He nods at my orders and runs back into his black open top car, David looks back at my frozen, pale face one last time until later tonight, then he drives off hurriedly to God knows where he's living...

I slam the door shut and lean against it, my breathing was heavy, my head was spinning, my heart was beating at 100 miles per hour! "What, the hell just happened...?!" I manage to get out.

David Bowie is back... He's back. He's come back for me...?