Hold Me Now

Chapter One

*So most of this is probably inaccurate for its time. It's not going to focus that much on their music careers I think for now.* 

{c. 1972}

Another night of restless sleep, David thought as he hit the snooze button for the fourth time that morning. He let out a heavy sigh, smelling his morning breath, and finally decided to roll out of bed. The floor felt like ice under his feet causing the hair on his arms and legs to stand up. He trudged himself to the bathroom and stared at his reflection. The early morning light complimented his angular shape, especially in his cheek bones. His bright reddish-orange hair was messy, his eyes puffy. He poked at his rib cage, slightly hating his lanky body. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed again. 

Might as well wash up, he thought. He turned on the shower and brushed his teeth while he waited for the water to warm up. He appreciated the warmth the hot water from the shower caused, despite it making him drowsier. He grabbed a washcloth and hopped in the shower. At first, David stands there staring at his feet. It takes him a few seconds to snap out of the odd daze. After cleaning himself, he turns off the water and dries his body. 

After staring at his body in the mirror some more, he wraps the towel around his waist and proceeds to his bedroom. There he picks out a yellow button-down shirt and a pair of jeans. After dressing he makes his way to his kitchen. Although he lives alone, he has a dining table with four chairs. He looks in his refrigerator and takes out two eggs. He is indecisive on whether or not he should make an omelette or scramble them. He contemplates for a while and decides on an omelette. His omelette turns out great and he decides it's time to run a few errands. He grabs a pair of shoes and a coat. He also grabs his umbrella, noticing the puddles outside. He locked the door behind him with the keys that were already in his coat pocket.

At the market, he tries to remember the foods he needs to replace from his fridge. After thinking for what seemed like an eternity, he proceeds to guess on most of the produce he selects. By the time David finishes shopping, the rain that was once a sprinkle is now a downpour. Crap, David thinks. He opens his umbrella on his way out the door and quickly tries to get back home. The walk from the market back to David's flat is pretty far, but now dreadful due to the rain. He calls for a taxi. The ride home was peaceful, but the smell, terrible. As David gets out, the driver turns around.

"I thought you looked familiar! You're that David Bowie guy, right?"

"Yes," David replied trying to hold back a grin, "I am."

"My son's a fan of yours, so would you mind giving me your autograph?"

David doesn't hesitate to say yes. He signs a dollar bill the driver had. The driver thanked David as he made his way to his flat. David fills his kitchen with the groceries he purchased. Upon putting food in his refrigerator, he realizes he forgot eggs. He cooked the last two he had earlier, how could he have forgotten? He lets out a deep sigh and makes his way to his living room. There, he turns on his television. Boredom grows upon him whilst clicking through channels. As the sunshine lightens up the room, it comes to David's attention that the rain has stopped. The clouds have also seemed to have disappeared, so David decides to go out to shop around a bit. Once that thought crosses his mind, a wave of tiredness hits him. Perhaps a little nap first... and he's knocked out.

He begins to cry. Why? The crying gets heavier and heavier until he's in a sea of tears. Suddenly, David is alone with people talking around him. It seems that he is invisible to everyone around him. He looks around and notices that people are people he considers his friends.

David suddenly jolts awake and noticed the clock reading 1:00 P.M. He yawns slowly and decides to make a sandwich. Then, he uses the restroom. The silence of his flat reminds him of his loneliness. Of course he had friends, but no true companion. He thinks back to his dream, perhaps it had a meaning, he thinks. He brushes those feelings aside and makes his way out the door for the second time that day. He doesn't know exactly where to go, so he goes to a clothing store, not intending on buying anything. As he browses around, he spots a man with brown hair and eyes. His skin, not nearly as pale as David's himself. The man suddenly looks up from what he was looking at and David quickly looks away.