Your Song - Madderton

6. Fuck you

"Yeah, I can stay if you want." Richard mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

Taron nodded at him and smiled, trying to control the wave of butterflies in his stomach. He stepped back and threw the ice cream in the bin before shuddering. The dessert was caked to his face and neck, and it felt disgusting.

"I feel gross. Do you want a shower?" Taron asked, looking down at his brown stained clothes.

"Yes. Definitely. This is the first and last time I'm coming over." Richard teased as they walked down the hallway to the bathroom.

"What? Why? It's not my fault you got ice cream all over yourself!" Taron handed him a towel and turned the shower on.

"Yeah, 'course. I attacked myself with chocolate ice-cream, I'm the strange one." Richard glared at him jokingly.

"Uh huh." Taron went to shut the door but Richard held his hand out.

"Duckie, could I borrow some clothes?"

"Sure." His eyes lit up at the question and he walked over to his room, finding some grey joggers and a t shirt in his cupboard. He gave them to Richard and shut the bathroom door behind him before dancing happily on the spot and squealing softly.

Taron pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted Jamie to tell him what'd happened. He sat on his bed and put some headphones in, shutting his eyes and lying back. He listened to some Elton John and hummed along quietly.

He stood up and tried to find some clothes for himself, quietly singing as he rifled through his drawers. He found a warm jumper and some pyjama trousers and threw them on his bed. 'Faith' came on and he started dancing around, singing louder and louder.

Taron spun around and laughed, but stopped in front of his window. Lucy was watching him from her window, he could see that she was laughing. He sneered at her and bit his lip, flipping her off. She did the same and did a stupid dance move, laughing again. He waved goodbye and shut his curtains so she couldn't see him anymore and carried on singing.

"'Cos you gotta have faith.." He sung before turning around again. Richard was stood in the doorway with a smirk on his face. Taron jumped and sighed, blushing lightly.

"Not you too." He looked away when he realised that Richard was topless.

"What do you mean?" Richards scottish accent made him smile, he'd missed it in the short time that he'd been away from him.

"Lucy just caught me dancing from her window." Taron pointed over at the curtains and watched as Richard's smile got wider.

"Can she see straight in?" Richard walked over to the curtains and was about to open them when Taron stopped him.

"Yes! So don't open them!"

"Why not?"

"Because you're shirtless, in my room.." Taron hinted and raised his eyebrows at Richard.

He shook his head and scoffed. "She won't think that! Unless you're thinking that." Richard moved a bit closer to Taron, catching his eye. All of the blood ran to his face and he breathed heavily.

"No - I'm not thinking that." He moved out of the way and sat on his bed, silently sulking.

Richard pulled the curtains apart and looked through the window. He looked back at Taron, his mouth gaping.

"She's with that guy!"

"What guy?" Taron asked grumpily, glaring at the floor.

"The welsh one, the one who hates my guts."