The Littlest Things

A/N this is the first fic I'm doing that's gonna be longer than a one-shot so review will not only make me happy but it'll make me write more (and faster).

It's gonna be a Howince story and if I know me it'll end up slashy.

And like most of my other fics there's lyrics of a song going as a theme throughout (music inspires me a lot) and this one's is Lily Allen's Littlest Things (hence the title, lol)

Disclaimer: The Mighty Boosh belongs to the mighty Noel & Julian. The Lyrics belong to Lily Allen.

Chapter One - Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing.

Vince flicked through the pages of the issue of 'Cheekbone' that he had balanced on his knees.

He knew he shouldn't resent it, the fact that for once he was actually having a night in and everyone else had buggered off.

Ok, ok so Naboo and Bollo did have a DJ set which they were being paid to do but what about Howard, they were meant to be best friends and yet he couldn't blow off Lester Corncrake and 'The 100 Greatest Trumpeters Of The 70's' to spend some time with him.

He knew he was being selfish because he never gave a toss that maybe people wanted to spend time with him when he went out but then they obviously didn't or they'd be here now.

He thought about calling Leroy but then he'd just look sad and he didn't need pity from someone who made slush puppies for a living.

It surprised him how much he missed Howard. All they ever did was bicker normally but at least it was something, something better than this lonely, empty place. And the lonely empty person sat alone in it.

He didn't notice himself becoming this hollow shell of a person until recently. Every morning covering himself in makeup, trying to fake perfection. Every night going out getting wasted while people told me what perfection I was.

As soon as I realised I'd tried to stop. I Toned down the makeup at least, but nobody noticed . I started staying in, but nobody cared. Oh the shallow people I thought of as mates noticed alright, but not the people that mattered, not Howard.

He couldn't remember when things had started to fall apart at the seams with Howard.

Everything was fine back at the zoo, they we're a team, a duo, inseparable.

He really missed that.

All the play fighting
All the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
I dunno why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend
Lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy…

Then the door went, footsteps up the stairs interrupting his thoughts. If it was Howard… If it was him then he'd apologize for being such a twat recently.

But it wasn't it was Bollo and Naboo.

He loved them two to bits but they weren't anything compared to Howard and as weird as it was, he wished that it had been the jazz maverick that walked through the door.