Forgive This Trouble in my Heart. (Drew/Kier) ~FVK

A proposition.

Drews POV:

I'd managed to rub off any curious looks the guys had given me since i got up.. I'm guessing they were catching on to my.. behaviour by now. But what can you do? I tugged my knee's to my chest, and leant my chin on top of them, as i watched the channels flick from my spot on the sofa. Beveridge had been trying to find this damn documentry for about 10 minutes now, i just couldn't help but laugh slightly.. I still needed some breakfast soon though.. I don't know why i hadn't eaten already. I shifted my gaze to the open kitchen, behind the doorway, as Kier slipped in..

I swallowed, and watched him, the urge to just grab him and kiss him there and then becoming too much, as i studied his attire. He'd styled his hair beautifully, his fringe swept across his forehead neatly. I slowly looked down, biting my lip slightly.. He had a short-sleeved white shirt on, a button up one, too tight. His figure literally molded the shape of the shirt, his hips, his chest, the sleeves clinging to his tattooed arms helplessly. I dared my eyes to go lower, watching as he bent over the far kitchen counter. He had pure black skinny jeans on, the tightest jeans, making my heart race up again.

He leant back, and turned around slightly, a couple of minutes passing before our eyes met. I watched a blush rise across his cheeks, as he ran a hand across his neck.. The way he bit his lips, driving me mental. I looked away quickly, and ignored the blatant stare from Beveridge, as i hurried out. How do you keep being gay a secret? Or.. being gay with your new band member who you'll be tempted to.. 'be with' everyday, a secret? We'd agreed to not tell the guys about what happened.. Yet. To keep it to ourselves. And it was killing me. Because i wanted him to be mine. No matter the fuck what.

I blushed lightly, stepping into the kitchen, as Kier glimpsed to me, smiling quickly, before looking away. I felt my heart drop slightly, pasting on a grin as Shane suddenly propelled himself at me.. "Woooooooooooly! Morning!" He grinned, picking me up swiftly. "Woah! Hey." I chuckled, smiling at him, as he skidded out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of corn flakes with him..  I took my chance, and turned back to Kier, his eyes already on mine, as he blushed ever so slightly. "Where's the cereal? Or food in general?" He whispered, a grin itching at the corner of his lips. I chuckled and tore my eyes away from his, leaning up to open a cabinet. "Take your pick." I smirked, leaning back on the counter, as he slid over, his slim, but muscley arms reaching up to tug a box of cheerios out from the back of the tiny cupboard. I drew my eyes down to the counter surface, and smiled slightly, his heavenly scent secretly pleasing my senses.

I felt my fingers clench into the surface though, as a quiet gasp escaped my throat, Kiers hand lightly winding down my bent back, to stop at my bum.. "Thankyou." He whispered, his lips pressing near my ear, before moving away. Quicker than i was able to revive my burning cheeks.. I trickled my eyes up to his, as he winked, my heart speeding up against my rib cage.. I just ran a palm through my hair, shakily, before shifting over to grab his arm. I quickly looked towards the living room, before turning back to him. "I can't do this, Kier.." I breathed, worry imediately sketching across his face, as he slipped his fingers between mine. "Come with me." He whispered, pulling me gently, as we leapt past the living room, my eyes falling down to our joined hands, as i smiled. He opened our bedroom door, and shut it, quietly, before turning back to face me.

He looked down to me, a sense of sympathy, but love glinting through his gaze.. I swallowed quietly, as he lifted a hand to stroke across my cheek softly. "What's wrong?" He asked, his thumb soothingly rubbing across my jaw. I just.. had that same familiar feeling lurch through me, as i launched my arms around his neck, tugging his warmth towards me.. He chuckled lightly into the embrace, and wrapped his arms firmly around my waist, his soft lips pressing gently against my neck. "I just.. find it so hard to hide this.." I began, moving my face from his chest as i looked down slightly.. "Then we don't have to?" He breathed, lifting my chin gently with his fingers.. I curled my own  fingers around the thin cotton of his shirt, and sighed lightly. "But.. the guys... i-i, what if they'd hate me? Beveridge.. Shane.." I let another sigh fall from my lips, and  watched as he stroked the stray hairs from my eyes.