(A/N: -shrugs- I don’t know where this came from. I guess, this is what happens after watching a romance scene in an anime and being left alone with my laptop… Anyway, my writing skills aren’t really that good at the moment, but I’ll try my best next time. So, it’s basically about these two guys who soon fall in love with each other. It’s just that one of them hates clichés and isn’t sure of his feelings for his friend yet. So, first chappie is kinda sucky, but it’ll get better in time. Maybe there’ll be a plot… Meh…)

Title: I Don’t Want A Cliché

Chapter 1: Chocolates and a Movie

“Don’t you ever go home to your own house?”

He looked at me with those light blue eyes and I felt myself smirking as he pouted his lips again. I laughed and reached out a hand to ruffle his hair. He made a move to dodge, but I knew it was half-hearted.

“Don’t tease people like that,” he murmured softly under his breath and I withdrew my hand. I saw a small glint of disappointment flash in those sky blue eyes before he diverted his eyes away from me and back to the table. He was sitting at the dining table again. It was something I always found him doing whenever I returned home from work.

I always found him sitting patiently at the table, swinging his legs and waiting.

“But it’s always so fun to tease you, Charlie,” I said in a small complaining tone as I walked off to the fridge and got out a large bar of milk chocolate. I smirked as his eyes lit up at the sight of the treat, like a small puppy staring at a doggy biscuit.

“Well, it’s not fun for me,” he complained softly, his eyes never leaving the chocolate even as I have already bitten into it and was chewing on the piece in my mouth nonchalantly. “Can I have some, Harry?” he asked, his voice a small murmur as if he was shy to ask it. I laughed at him and he frowned at me, diverting his eyes away.

-

Charlie was too busy pouting and trying to concentrate on glaring at the photo frames on the wall that he didn’t hear the small click of breaking chocolate nor did he notice Harry sneaking up behind him. His sock-covered shoes were barely audible on the carpet-covered floor, after all and no one should blame him as he let out a small cry of surprise. Finding the small piece of chocolate in between his lips and his teeth, he was shocked but satisfied as he reached up a hand and held the protruding part of the sweet, nibbling lightly on it. Savouring the taste.

“You look like a cute hamster when you do that,” Harry smirked, ruffling his honey brown hair. The male moaned out in frustration and slight irritation but he didn’t do anything to prevent it as he was too busy with the piece of chocolate. “Is it Belgium?” he murmured, his voice muffled by the chocolate.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Choco,” Harry teased and Charlie gave him a questioning look.

“It’s a suitable name for a hamster,” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders and walked off to take off his coat, leaving Charlie at the chair with an indignant look on his face.

“You take that back!” Charlie yelled out a moment later, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck and holding onto him from behind. The male was much shorter than Harry and the taller male smirked, laughing softly under his breath as he hooked on his coat to the coat hanger, in the hallway.

“You have slow reaction time,” Harry smirked, causing his friend to frown even more and cling on more tightly to him, not that it would make a difference to the chances of him apologising.

“Honestly…” Charlie whined under his breath and buried his face into his friend’s neck in a huff, nuzzling him impatiently. “Why you take fun in making fun of me?” he asked, his voice muffled and Harry smiled, reaching back and ruffling his hair again.

“Because you’re such a cute hamster,” he merely said, laughing as the younger male pouted. “I can imagine your face right now, all flustered and pouting,” he mused softly and Charlie diverted his gaze away from him again even though Harry wasn’t even looking at him.

“You’re mean,” he commented and Harry merely chuckled softly.

-

Charlie snuggled up close to his best friend, his arms clutching on tightly to a pillow as they sat at the couch, quite immersed in the new movie that Harry had brought back. He said his colleague at work had lent it to him and had said it was a comedy. But so far, it was showing more romance than comedy and was quickly boring Harry. He had attempted to reach for the DVD remote to change to another movie but Charlie had made some sort of noise whenever he had done so. He had sounded as if he were pleading for him not to and Harry had slumped to the couch, frustrated but with a pleased smirk as he noted at the back of his mind that Charlie liked romance movies.

It was the basic boy meets girl. It was the usual storyline where everyone else didn’t approve of their relationship. It had the unoriginal happy ending where they kiss in the sunset. But Charlie had kept himself watching. It had just been so mesmerising and he just had to watch it to the very end.

He had felt Harry’s frustration and he had apologised to him in his head. But it was such a nice movie, he just couldn’t bear to not take his eyes off it for even one second. Harry was patiently leaning against the couch behind him when the movie had ended and the credits had rolled out and the screen was black and only the moving words were visible. Not even bloopers… Harry sighed softly and Charlie blinked his tired blue eyes.

He couldn’t blame him. It was 12 o’ clock and the male was used to sleeping early despite being a sixteen year old guy. “Hey there,” Harry greeted him with a grin as he was finally allowed to turn off the TV and the DVD. The smaller male moaned softly under his breath and nuzzled closer to him, leaning back against his chest and closing his eyes, sounding quite satisfied with their comfortable position. “Hey,” Harry said again and sighed softly as there was no response and he leaned over, smirking as he found the male sleeping in his arms. His brown eyes softened and he leaned back with a small groan, wondering what he was supposed to do.

“Hey, you’re in my house, you know,” he said, trying to get his attention but the teenager didn’t seem to care and nuzzled even closer to him, still clutching on tightly onto the pillow. “This is so cliché,” he complained and moved about on the couch and placed the smaller male on the sofa, lying down and sleeping peacefully. He got up and turned about, curling his arms underneath his torso and legs and heaved up, carrying him awkwardly.

Getting used to the position, he groaned a little as Charlie began to move about in his sleep and kept a firm hold on him as he carried him to his room. He walked past the hallways and made a frustrated noise when he reached the bottom of the stairs. He sighed and walked up the staircase, thanking fate that his parents were late and they were the only two alone as the sight of their only son carrying his best friend, who was undeniably male, up to his room.

“My dad would have a fit,” he mused to himself under his breath as he reached the top of the stairs, sighing in pure relief. “Unng…” came a small murmur from the small boy in his arms and Harry laughed softly under his breath, walking away from the stairs, into his bedroom.

It was dark and the male had to squint in the dark room to find his way around, dodging the random items on the floor as he did so. He blinked and found his queen-sized bed, smiling a little as he laid down his friend on the mattress, grabbing the covers and pulling it over his slender body before slumping down on his chair next to his desk. He watched Charlie shift around in the covers before blinking in the darkness and reaching across his desk for his phone.

-

“Hello, is this Charlie’s mom?”

Charlie stirred a little in his sleep before he tiredly opened his blue eyes, groggily blinking them, wondering where he was. The covers and pillows didn’t smell like his bed and smelt faintly of the lavender spray that Harry’s mother used on his room. He blinked and sat up a little as he realised he was in his best friend’s bedroom. And in his bed, no less!

“Yeah, I think he’ll be sleeping over tonight,” came Harry’s voice and he noticed the male facing away from him and seated on his chair, his hand phone close to his ear and he seemed to be talking to his mother. “He fell asleep during a movie, it couldn’t be helped,” Harry continued and he laughed at something his mother said. “Yeah, it was a romance movie, how did you know?” he asked before he paused, listening to his mother before laughing again. Charlie frowned a little as his best friend and his mother seemed to enjoy talking about him behind his back. He pouted a little before yawning and going back to underneath the covers, mumbling under his breath tiredly. Well, he didn’t care for now, he was far too tired to listen to their conversation. Harry’s voice continued on as he closed his eyes and faded away as he fell asleep.

-

Charlie stirred a little in his sleep, mumbling something under his breath. His eyelids fluttered before he finally opened his blue eyes, blinking them in the light that came in from the window. “Hnn?” he mumbled as he noticed that he wasn’t in his room. He blinked a few more times and sighed in relief as he realised that he was in Harry’s room, having been in it a few times before. But he had never suddenly woken up in his room.

“Good morning, Choco,” Harry’s voice snapped him out from his thoughts and Charlie glanced over to him from across the room, his cheeks turned red as he found him at the doorway of the bathroom, clad in only a towel, his exposed chest wet and a bit of water dripping from his ebony black hair. He shook his damp bangs from his brown eyes, smiling at Charlie mischievously. “You’re lucky that it’s a Saturday,” he murmured as he made his way to his cupboard, taking out a pair of black jeans and dark blue boxers, which he pulled on, not really caring that his friend was right in front of him, feeling utterly awkward and shy.

“I’m in your room…” Charlie murmured and Harry turned around, watching his expression and laughing softly, sitting down on the bed beside him. The poor kid looked quite scared so he wrapped his arm around the male’s small waist, pulling him close to him. The smaller male gasped as he was pressed against his friend’s exposed chest and looked up at him.

“Yeah, you are,” Harry agreed with him, raising his eyebrows as his friend gave him a questioning look. “You were so in to that movie we watched, you stayed up until midnight and once the movie ended, you conked off instantly,” he explained and Charlie blushed; Harry grinned at his embarrassed friend. “Come on, let’s get you in the shower,” Harry said, standing up from the bed and leaving Charlie on alone on the sheets, staring at him with a doe-eyed look. “What? I’m not going to pounce on you or anything,” he said, laughing softly, holding out a hand to help him to his feet if he was too groggy. “Come on, I’m letting you stay a virgin for awhile longer,” he teased and Charlie looked indignant, glancing away from him like he always did when he was made fun of.

-

I don’t want a cliché kiss scene where you wake up from your deep slumber, to find me without a shirt. You would blush and stutter something and I would find it cute and walk towards you, leaving a light kiss on your thick, red lips. Then, you would stutter again and I’d sudden be on top of you, kissing you all over, making the bed creak with our jerky movements on it.

No, let’s not do something cliché…

(A/N: Please don’t flame, but critiques and reviews are welcomed with open arms!)