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Ok, so this is my first fan fic I've posted up on here. I like writing, so this is my first part. I'm a pretty good writer, but please be gentle with comments please if you do comment, which I would appreciate if you do ;) I will love comments, so please do if you don't mind!

Title is "Where Do We Go From Here"
Pairing: Noel/Julian.
Rating: PG-13 (this part anyway, I have a few more parts to write :]) behind the cut.

Noel's eyes flickered open and he sat up suddenly. He could hardly remember what happened the ight before, all he knew was that he felt horribly dizzy and sick, and was awoken by a loud knock at his door. He clambered off the sofa, with only trousers he had on from the night before. There was another knock again.
"All right, all right! Keep your hat on," Noel sighed, rushing to the front door, twiddling the key and swinging his front door open.
"Happy New Year!" cried Julian, laughing. He looked at Noel for a second, and then he realized what a bad state he was in, and doing so burst out with laughter. "What the hell happened to you?!"
"Hmm what? Nothing. I was just at that New Years thing with Russell and his mates last night weren't I?" Noel chuckled. "So excuse me if I'm a bit hungover, my upmost apologies. Did you wanna come in?" Noel opened the door wider and Julian slid in, yawning and taking off his coat as he went. He followed Noel upstairs into the top of the flat.

Julian slumped down on the sofa stretching. Noel decided to put a shirt on asking Julian if he wanted a cup of tea.
"Mm, nah thanks. I had a coffee about half an hour ago, needed something to wake me up. I was sick all over the pub toilets and pissed off home," Julian laughed.
Noel smiled to himself. He made his way into the kitchen, but what with his short memory loss of the previous night, he had completely forgotten there was his dryed up sick in the sink. Seeming as the kitchen smelt strongly of his sick, he came back into his lounge and sat next to Julian.
"So where'd you go last night? Pub?" Noel asked him, grinning.
"Yeah I did," Julian replied, glancing at Noel's smile. He secretly melting inside. 
"I wish I'd spent New Year with you though, Ju," Noel said half heartedly. 
Julian's stomach did a bit of a turn. "With me, why?" he chuckled, trying to sound casual and not too smug with himself.
"Well Russell was just acting like a ponce, no offense to the man. He sicked all over my new jacket, and I was smart enough to do it in my own sink. The man's got shit for brains," Noel grimaced, rolling his eyes at the same time.

"So everyone was sick last night huh?" Julian said, ignoring Noel's comment about Russell although he was quite pleased. It wasn't that he didn't like Russell Brand, it was just the fact that Russell seemed over-fond of him, too over-fond of him for Julian's liking. And after all, he had been the one who had been working with Noel for years now, what their relationship held wasn't nearly as good as what Russell Brand could ever dream of.
"Pretty much so," Noel sighed. "I'll spend next year with you though Ju, 'cause well I want to; and I don't want Russell puking over my coat again."
"Err, okay," Julian paused; not knowing what else to say. He felt like it would take forever to come to the next New Year.
"Fucking hell, it's 2 o clock!" Noel exclaimed, his eyes widening at the clock face. "Ah, I really didn't want to be up late aswell.."
"Well that's what you get from staying out till whatever time you did," Julian told him.
"I stayed out till about 4 probably.." he answered, not sounding too sure. "Honestly though, Russell gets frisky when he's drunk!" Noel sounded worried, but he was half laughing at the same time.
Julian's heart skipped a beat. Should he not say anything about Russell Brand? Or should he ask about him being "frisky"? Julian was definitely intrested, but he was slightly afraid of the answer. 
"What do you mean "frisky"?" Julian enquired, but again he said it casually as not to draw attention to the matter. 
"Well, I dunno, he just seemed more..well let's say he was more forward then usual. But like, nothing happened," Noel explained.
"Yeah, well...yeah," Julian replied, not knowing what to say. 
"Maybe, just maybe.." Julian thought to himself...
"Well, you know we've been friends for ages?" Julian said to Noel. He felt like he was shaking inside; his very fingers were tingling.
"Yeah?" Noel replied.
"Well like, I think maybe I should say, 'cause I think it's time to, I mean..I've been thinking about it for ages, and.."Julian paused, and now felt as though he was being awkward. He felt like his body was about to explode, he never knew it would be this hard, trying to tell someone.
"Yeah, what is it?" Noel pushed, sounding intrested.
"I was thinking maybe, we should start the 3rd series soon, in a few months," Julian told him, releasing the tension from him. He sighed with relief inside, but he also was feeling that dreaded feeling of being an idiot. How could he not have said it? He had got so far. If he had said it, it would've been all over now. Why couldn't he bring himself to do it? He felt like slapping himself round the face.
"Oh right, well err, yeah," Noel replied uncertainly, looking suspicious.
"Oh shit, it's gone 2 hasn't it?" Julian said in a worried tone. "I got to go, I said I was going to meet someone." He had just cooked up this excuse quickly, to get himself out of Noel's flat so he could somewhere private and weep in his embrassment.
"Oh, ok. You can come round later if you want," Noel offered.
"Yeah, could do," Julian mumbled, getting up and heading towards the stairs. "Sorry, but I really got to dash. I'll call you later, yeah?"
"Sure," Noel said, and Julian hurried out the flat, a tear escaping his eye has he hurled from Noel's front door...

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