booshslashhaven | A Fic- Of ENORMOUS Proportions! (not really) (Reply)

Title: Bathroom
Rating: PG13. I'm not so good with the ratings... It's fairly tame
Pairing: Noel/Julian
Word Count: 567
Summary: Noel has gender issues
Notes: This was kind of inspired by something Paul King said in the 'Inside the Zoonivese' Something about how Noel enjoyed dressing up as a woman for 'Electro'. And of course, Noel's recent antic's in London's public toilets... =P

Beta-ed by the ever so kind

inkipink . THANKS! =]

This is my first EVER fic... So please be gentle!

Tears streamed down his face, streaking eyeliner everywhere, as he flung himself into the girl’s bathrooms.

‘I WANT TO BE A WOMAN!’ he screamed, startling the woman that currently occupied the lavatory.

He sobbed and sank to the floor, sliding down the germ infested wall. The door was again burst open to reveal a tall brunette male, his face etched with worry.

‘Noel?’

Noel sobbed again, the man’s crab-like eyes darted towards where he sat.

‘Oh Fielding’ Julian sighed, wrapping his arm around the little man’s shoulders.

‘Do you mind? You are in the woman’s bathrooms,’ the haughty club-goer gazed disapprovingly at the couple.

Noel glanced up, his eye’s narrowed in anger. ‘Fuck off or I’ll rip out your eye’s with some gardening tools,’ he snarled.

The woman’s eyes widened and she sped back into the club.

Julian smiled faintly at Noel’s fiery temperament. ‘What’s wrong little man?’

Noel looked at the ground. ‘I’m sick of being me’

Julian raised an eyebrow. ‘Being you? Noel, isn’t that a bit angst-y teen for you? Not your scene at all!’ He joked, nudging him.

Noel glared at him. ‘I knew you wouldn’t understand’ he said softly, shuffling away from Julian and standing up, studying himself in the mirror.

‘What am I supposed to understand?’ Julian said, still seated on the grimy club floor.

‘Forget it. Forget I ever said anything’ Noel turned and left the toilets, twisting his way though the dance floor till he got to the club’s entrance.

‘Well that was a rather cliché answer Noel,’ Julian muttered to himself, heaving his tall frame from the floor. ‘Oi Noel, wait!’ He cried out after him, going as fast as his slim, handsome legs would take him. Julian sniffed as he exited the club and glanced around for Noel. ‘Drama drama’ he muttered, as he slid into a taxi.

Noel was quietly crying as he unlocked his front door and headed towards the kitchen for some tea. He flicked the light switch to his kitchen, revealing Julian already sitting at his kitchen table. Noel stared at him, blinking twice.

‘I took a taxi,’ Julian said calmly, answering Noel’s question and handing him a fresh cup of tea that he had already brewed up for him. ‘Next time, don’t walk.’

Noel silently took the cup and sat with him. ‘Why were you sitting in the dark?’

Julian chuckled, ‘It seemed dramatic’

Noel giggled.

‘So…. How about that game today, huh? Bloody awful’ Julian said sarcastically, taking a sip of his own tea.

Noel giggled again.

A few hours later it was 3am. Julian decided that he and Noel both needed to sleep. Noel agreed with him.

‘Hey Ju?’

Julian stopped in the doorway.

‘Yeah little man?’

Noel looked at the tiled floor.

‘Thanks for not asking me about before… You know, at the club? It’s kind of hard to understand.’

Julian smiled ‘No problem Noel.’

Noel smiled sadly as the door clicked shut. He shook his head slightly, his raven hair falling into his eyes that were welling with tears. He chuckled gently at Julian’s naivety.

Julian didn’t understand. There was only one reason why Noel desired to be a woman. He kept this completely to himself, though he suspected many others assumed.

The only reason Noel Fielding wanted to be a woman was so maybe, after all these years, Julian Barratt one day just might love him back.