Buses

Notes: This fic is the combined effort of Britneylaws and the almighty wonderbunni.

Warnings: Slash and other stuff.

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Buses


He absolutely loathed getting the bus, which was why he had a car. There were always weird old ladies on buses, and the fact that everyone would stare every time you got on didn’t really help. He would get the car to college, but his joke of a car had betrayed him once again, having stopped working. All his friends lived near the college, so there was no chance of hitching a ride with them.

Harry sighed, looking at his watch. The stupid bus was an hour late. A whole hour. He had been standing freezing his ass off, and for what? A stupid lousy bus. The timetable was wrong too; it said that a bus was supposed to come every forty-five minutes.

“But it’s wrong!” he growled, resisting the urge to pull at his hair. He wouldn’t mind waiting that much if the bus schedules weren’t always bloody wrong.

He heard the loud roaring of an engine, and looked up to glare at what, he assumed, was a lorry. He almost did a victory dance when realized that it was in fact the bus, but had to quickly stop himself and start on the difficult task of finding a couple of quid. The monstrosity stopped in front of him, and the doors opened. He rolled his eyes and stepped in, still trying to find the money.

“All day please,” he said as dismissively as he could, putting some money in front of the chubby looking driver. The man frowned and took the money.

“Cheers mate,” Harry said, taking his ticket, and moved to sit down. Well, he would have sat down, if there were any free seats. ‘No, its packed in here,’ he thought to himself, trying to find a spot to stand without drawing too much attention to himself. Everyone was, of course, staring at him. Why people did that, he would never know. It wasn’t like he had somehow managed to do some magnificent feat that warranties people staring at him.

In the end he just decided to stand over the person nearest to him and get it over with, it wasn’t like they were going to bite him, at least he hoped not.

“Thank God,” he mumbled, when he noticed that the bus was moving. So, now he just had to stand around for half an hour, no biggie, if only he had some music. He could only hope that there weren’t going to be that many people on the next stop, because there was going to be a lot of pushing going on. The bus jerked to a stop, and he had to hold on to someone’s arm to steady himself. The salt-and-pepper-haired man glared at him, and Harry gulped, letting go of the scary man’s arm.

“Thank you.”

Harry could have sworn he heard that repeated about fifteen times, which was bad. If fifteen more people had come on, then it was really going to be a tight squeeze.

He yelped when someone stepped on his foot, and he had move to get away from the woman with evil shoes. Immediately after he moved, someone invaded his spot, and he had to move up a bit, in order to be able to stand properly.

“Make room for you elders, kid.” That was the only warning he got before someone pushed him forward. He yelped and tried to hold on to something, but he failed and landed on someone’s crotch.

Face. First.

Ewww.

“Yeah, you can nuzzle my penis in public,” the person whose crotch he was nuzzling said sarcastically. Harry scowled and turned so he could glare at him for his cheek.

“I'm ever so-” The equally as sarcastic retort died on Harry's lips as he took in the man sitting before him. With blond hair, glinting grey eyes and a cruel smirk, this man was...

“I know, I'm gorgeous.” ... the most arrogant person Harry had ever had the misfortune to talk to!

“Yeah, right,” Harry grumbled, finally realising he should really stand up and save the last shreds of his dignity. So he rose clumsily, grabbing onto the seat in front of him to steady himself.

“You were the one who so brutally attacked me then stared for a good five minutes,” the cold man pointed out.

“Don't exaggerate!” Harry snapped, forcing down a blush. He hadn't 'brutally attacked' the blond, nor stared for 'five' minutes!

“They do say the youth of today are getting more and more aggressive.” Harry glared as the blond let out a dramatic sigh. He wasn't that much older than Harry himself!

“Stop making me out to be some... some rapist!” Harry snapped.

“I wasn't doing anything of the sort! Guilty conscience?” the man questioned, seemingly innocent, unless you noticed the satisfied look in his eyes. Harry turned away, grabbing onto one of the bars and deciding to ignore his tormentor until his stop came.

“Now don't be like that,” he heard the man say, but still refused to turn around. No way was he going to start his day allowing himself to be beaten down, his spirit broken into little pieces as this cruel monster behind him ate it for breakfast.

Harry's melodramatic musings were broken as a loud wail split through the tense atmosphere of the bus. Harry made a mental note to murder whoever thought having babies on buses was a good idea.

Minutes that seemed like hours passed, and Harry looked down often to check his watch. He wanted to be off this bus, away from the creepy guy who was burning holes in his back, probably still smirking. However, his college was another three stops, fifteen minutes away. Far too long.

The bus gave another lurch and stopped, causing Harry to stumble a bit. However, before he had the chance to even right himself, more and more people were swarming onto the bus that was surely too small to fit everyone packed in.

He was pushed, elbowed and yelled at as old people claimed their rights to the best standing position and teenage punks stormed past to stand at the emptier back of the bus.

And as he was pushed by someone, so harshly he felt himself falling backwards, he found himself musing that this must be one of the worst days of his short life.

That thought was further confirmed when he found himself in someone's lap, strong arms wrapping around him as a nose nuzzled the back of his neck. Ha, now who's nuzzling?

“See? Brutally attacked,” a voice murmured in his ear.

----TBC----

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