"Are you okay? I mean, are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to do… anything?"



"Stop bloody fussing!"

"Oh," giggled Vince, "Sorry." he blushed.

Howard just smiled back and patted his lap, indicating that the smaller man should sit down.

"You sure it'll be okay?" Vince asked, eyeing the older man's leg cast.

"Just sit down." laughed Howard, wheeling his wheelchair over to Vince and pulling his wrist, until the smaller man sat down, carefully avoiding the injured leg.

"You're in a good mood." commented Vince, resting his head on Howard's shoulder.

"I'm getting out of this godforsaken hospital in a matter of hours. You're here. I've got a lot of things to happy about."

Vince grinned, idly picking at the front of Howard's shirt. "I'm glad I'm here… with you." he sighed, contentedly. "I can't believe I almost let you go."

"You didn't." Howard said, stroking Vince's hair. "I was the one who left. I was the one who broke your heart. I was the one who…"

"Shhh." hushed Vince, placing a finger to the other mans lips. "It doesn't matter. You're here now, that's all that's important."

Howard mumbled something against his finger, so Vince did the only thing to shut him up completely and kissed him. Howard smiled against his lips but he wasn't going to be deterred that easily, when Vince pulled away and rested his head back on the other man's shoulder Howard asked.

"All I was going to ask was 'where's Alice'? I haven't seen her for… well, I can't remember seeing her."

Vince looked at his lap and shrugged. He didn't have the courage to tell Howard about the row they'd had after Howard had woken up. It had ended with Vince telling her if she came near Howard again he'd make her life hell and neither man had seen her since.

"In less," Howard thought out loud "She came and saw me in the first few days. I can't remember much about that."

"I know." Vince giggled, "You kept calling everyone Vince."

"Oh Jesus." Howard blushed, "It can't be healthy to be so infatuated."

"Infatuated?" smiled Vince.

"Yeah, maybe Alice was sick of me mixing her up with you, that's is a bit creepy, isn't it?"

"Hey Howard." Vince said, changing the subject.


"D'you recon if I can find a spare wheel chair we could have a race down the corridor?"

"Where are you going to find a spare wheel chair?"

"I'll ask the nurse; she fancies me." he smirked, jumping up bounding out of the room. He returned a minute or two later in a brand new chair (much better than the one that Howard had been given).

"Come on Moon." he grinned, "I'm gonna kick your arse!"


When they'd arrived at the hotel, (Howard had wanted to go and see Alice but Vince had persuaded him using all of his infamous charming techniques. How could Howard possibly resist?). Vince had helped Howard, with great difficulty, get out of his chair and on to the soft, white bed, then he had proceeded to fuss over him like a 50's housewife; propping up his pillows, making him a cup of tea, massaging his neck.

"Vince!" Howard finally snapped, after Vince had asked how he was feeling for the eight-hundredth time. "I'm fine. My pillow doesn't need fluffing, the bed isn't too soft and the contrast of TV isn't too bright. Now please, please." he begged "Stop fussing. It's weird. Where's the cocky, arrogant Vince Noir I fell in love with?"

"You fell it what with?" beamed Vince, sitting down on the bed.

"I fell in love with." Howard repeated, looking straight into Vince's brilliant blue eyes. The younger man felt as though Howard could see right inside him, like he knew what he was thinking and he liked it. He'd like feeling this unspeakable connection he seemed to share with Howard.

"I love you too." Vince said, pressing a gentle kiss against the others mans lips before nestling down against his chest, until Howard put a safe arm around his waste, pulling him closer still.

Howard looked down at the man lying half on him and sighed happily.

"This is real, isn't it Vince?" he asked.

"Yeah Howard. This is real." Vince sighed, happily. "And tomorrow, we can move back to my house. I'm gonna have to do some sort of apology interview as well."

"What for?"

"I cancelled my tour to be with you." Vince said offhandedly, but Howard glowed with pride. "And I never said why. But now you're okay, maybe I can face the press."


"Vince." Howard called from the bed.

"Yeah." Vince shouted back, mouth full of toothpaste.

"I need help."

"What?" Vince's head popped around the bathroom door and tried very hard not to laugh at the sight that greeted him. Howard was on the bed as a very odd angle. His arse was in the air, he was balancing on his good leg with his trousers caught on his cast. "Kinky." grinned the rock star.

"Shut up and help he!"

"Alright, calm down." laughed Vince, stepping over and helping him with his trousers. "There." he said proudly once Howard was sat in the bed with the duvet pulled up around his waste. "You need help with your shirt? Or can you manage that yourself?" Vince grinned cheekily.

"Ummm, I'm gonna leave it on." Howard blushed.

"That's new." Vince frowned. "You never used to sleep with a shirt on."

"Didn't I?"

"No, is there anything else that's changed about you?"

"How am I supposed to know that? You'd be the best judge of that. You seem to know me better than anyone."

Vince smiled at him and gave him a very minty kiss, before settling down in the bed beside him. Howard looked down at the man in his arms and made a promise to himself; he was never going to let Vince go again.


The next morning, Vince was woken up by the sound of Howard on the phone.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course it's okay. Send her up." He hung up.

"Who was that?" Vince asked groggily, rubbing his eyes.

"Reception." beamed Howard. "Alice is here."

"What!?" Vince almost screamed.

"What's wrong with Alice?"

"Nothing." Vince said huffily.

"Good. Now" Howard blushed, "Look away so I can change my shirt."

"Look away?" Vince asked puzzled. "Why? I've seen your chest before."

"I don't care. Look away."

"What's going on?" Vince frowned.


"Come on Howard, it's me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, you can tell me anything."

Howard nodded and began to unbutton his shirt slowly. Vince winced sharply as two large, square burns were revealed.

"Oh God!" he gasped, tracing them lightly with his fingers. Howard bit his lip. "Sorry, does that hurt?"

"Yeah." Howard grimaced, "A little bit."

"What's it from?" Vince asked, looking up at the older man, his eyes flooding with tears.

"Diffribulator. Don't cry. It's fine. I'd happily take a million of these burns if it meant that I could be with you."

"But it looks… they look… awful."

"Thanks." smiled Howard. "I got hit by a car, I guess I'm lucky to be here at all."

Vince nodded, a tear rolled down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away. "We're so lucky." he agreed. Howard kissed him on the forehead gently and felt one of Vince's tears land softly on his knee. He didn't know whether he was crying because he was sad or happy. Vince had been through so much over these last few months, all because of Howard. He couldn't bear to see him put through anymore pain. He'd make it right from now on, he had to.

Just then there was a knock at the door. Howard looked expectantly at Vince. Vince looked reluctant but Howard eye's said 'Well I can't do it.', so Vince angrily got to his feet and opened the door, just a fraction.

"Go away." he hissed.

"Let me in. I want to see how he is." Alice said.

"What do you care? You were going to let him die."

"I-I…" she faltered."What are you two nattering about?" called Howard from the bed. "Come on in."

"You haven't told him?" she asked.

"Of course not, it would break him." he replied bitterly "And I wont ever tell him but don't expect me to forgive you."

"I was only trying to do what I thought was best."

"I don't want to hear it."

Alice nodded tearfully and Vince stepped aside to allow her in.

In the time Vince had been talking to Alice, Howard had pulled on a new shirt and positively glowed when Alice threw his arms around his neck.

"You look better." she beamed, "A lot better."

"I feel it, hey, why don't we all go out for the day?"

"Oh,I don't… I mean." Alice stammered. "Vince? What d'you think?"

What did he think?! He thought Alice should get lost, right now. She should disappear and never come back. But, on seeing the excited look on Howard's face, he put his own reservations to the back of his mind and smiled.

"Yeah, sounds fantastic."


"What are you doing?" Howard whispered in Vince's ear, bringing the younger man back from his hate-ray assault on the side of Alice's head, who was ordering coffee at the counter.

"What?" Vince asked, blushing a little.

"Why are you glaring at Alice?"

"I'm not." Vince lied, grateful for the group of squealing teenage girls who chose that particular awkward moment to run up and ask for an autograph. One of them (the boldest of the group) even asked for his number.

"Now who's glaring?" Vince smirked, as the girls walked off, giggling and looking over their shoulders, waving madly.

"Shut up." Howard said sulkily.

"Oh, I love it when you're jealous." Vince grinned, leaning over to kiss him quickly on the cheek. "I'll be right back. Don't roll off anywhere."

"Cheeky." laughed Howard, watching Vince mince off towards the toilets. It wasn't as though he meant to watch him, he just couldn't help himself. Vince always looked so fantastic, maybe that was what made him so good at his job. Or maybe that's what made Howard know that Vince was the one.

"Here you are." said Alice, holding out a mug of coffee. "Black, one sugar. Just how you like it."

"Thanks." Howard said, taking the coffee and resting the mug on the arm of his wheel chair.

"I see Vince has signed your cast." she chuckled, eying the various coloured stars, swirls and little pictures music notes and instruments including one tiny saxophone (because Howard had wanted something jazzy). Underneath these pictures it read 'LOVE YOU, Vince xxxxxxxxxxxxx'

"Yeah." smiled Howard, "He told me the cast would be worth a fortune on eBay now."

"It's just nice to see you looking so happy again. I'm glad you've found Vince. He's a really great guy."

"He is."

"He hardly left your side whilst you were in that coma and he spoke to you all the time."

"I think I heard him." Howard admitted quietly. "Telling me to wake up."

"What!? But that's unfair!" cried Vince, drawing the attention of the entire café as he emerged from the toilets, mobile glued to his ear. "I don't care… yeah, he's better… no, no. Not yet… fine, only if he can come. No. I'm not going otherwise."

"Who's that?" mouthed Howard, as Vince got closer.

"Frank." Vince sighed, covering the end of the phone with his hand. "He wants me to back on tour."

"That's a good thing surely." Howard said, "You love being on stage."

"Yeah, but he wants me to start tomorrow. He recons that now you're out of hospital I've got no excuse… yes Frank, I'm still here." Vince groaned, sitting gently on Howard's lap. The older man played idly with his hair provoking a lot of jealous looks from the other customers in the café.

"What d'you mean he's not allowed on the plane?" Vince shrieked down the phone. "Because his legs in a cast?… Order a private plane then… no, I'm not kidding… yes, yes. Okay, so Howard can come?… yeah. I'll do it… alright, what time?… that better me in the afternoon… morning!?… no, it's fine. Okay, Frank. Bye." he hung up and beamed at Howard. "Pack your bags gorgeous." he grinned, planting a big kiss on Howard's lips. "We're going on tour."


"Yeah, you've got to come with me. I need you to play the saxophone like you do on the album. I can't have someone else do it, it would sound wrong. Can you get your sax by tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" Howard asked, looking slightly nervous.

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"Probably." laughed Alice, "He's never done anything without planning it, and then planning it again and then triple checking his plan."

"Really? He's always been pretty… impulsive when he's with me."

Howard blushed and cleared his throat.

"Yes, well… what time are we leaving?"





"That was my reaction but we get a private jet and everything. I might see if they can get my face painted on the side."

"Is that a joke?" Howard asked.

"No." Vince said. "Why? What's wrong with my face on the side of a plane?"

Howard was about to explain exactly how vain wanting your own face on the side of a plane was, when he thought better of it. It might be vain but it was so… Vince and he didn't want anything about Vince to change.

"No reason." he smiled, leaning forward to kiss his boyfriend on the side of the head. "No reason at all."


Loved Up and Rocked Out - Vince Noir: Back to His Best

We talk music, life and love with Vince Noir after his recent world tour, which featured performances from 'Gary Numan', 'Mick Jagger' and his long-term partner 'Howard Moon'.

Vince Noir. You've just won artist of the year, album of the year and sexiest male of the year. Well done.

Thanks a lot.

Did any of those come as a surprise to you?

No, not really. I don't know if you've heard my album, I'm pretty good. And sexiest male… well, that was given, wasn't it?

Well, you've certainly been doing incredibly recently. Can we expect a new album soon?

Umm, well… I wrote a few songs on tour but I don't think they'll be a new album for a while. I'm working on a few songs on Howard's new album though, which is out on the 14th December, by the way.

We noticed you were on a few of the songs. Are you planning to merge your careers from now on?

No. Our fans don't cross at all. Mixing our styles would never work.

Well, most of the fans liked his contribution on your last album and on stage.

I'd let him know but then he might start thinking he's better than me and I can't have that, can I?

We noticed he was in a wheel chair and a cast, was that because of the infamous accident everyone's talking about?

Yeah. He broke his leg. The cast's off now though, thank god! It was really getting in the way when we were… you know... Oh, he's going to kill me for saying that. (laughs) Oh well, it's said now.

Now, you're just back from your unbelievably successful world tour. People are saying this is the best performance you've ever given, what made this one extra special?

Howard. I know I'm going on about him but he makes me happy and when I'm happy I make the fans happy. I think when I'm having fun on stage people watching pick up on it and enjoy themselves even more. I can honestly say Howard's changed my life and my performances on stage for the better.

Howard really is 'the one', isn't he? Can we hear wedding bells on the horizon?

Well, I don't want to move too quickly, but…well, I wouldn't say 'no' (he giggles).

Okay, so that's it!! That was a bit of a long final chapter! (Sorry about that.) Anyway, thanks for reading (and reviewing)! Might have to stop with the stories for a while (don't cheer, that'll be mean) because of all the school work and boring other stuff that our lives are full of!
Anyway, love y'all!