I Dont Want The World, I Want You! – The Full Story.

“It’s James’s birthday on Tuesday and we haven’t got him a present yet!” Harry groaned, pissed off and stressed out.

“Well, don’t panic, we’ll just go back into town and get him something!” Adam replied calmly, trying to relax his boyfriend.

“Yeah we’ll have to because we both have work tomorrow. We need to hurry though before all the shops shut!”

So the boys put the groceries in the car and ran back into town, frantically trying to think about what to buy James as they ran. James was Harry’s best friend. They had known each other since high school and were very close. They had always joked with each other saying that if James wasn’t straight, they would definitely be an item. Harry knew that it wouldn’t bother James at all if he didn’t buy him anything for his birthday, but it was important to Harry that he got a present for him, whatever it was. He and James had been the best of friends for as long as he could remember and neither of them had ever forgotten the other’s birthday. Harry was determined that this wasn’t going to be the first time he didn’t get something.

“What’s the time?” Harry asked, his voice changing volume as his body jerked up and down while he ran.

“Twenty to four” Adam replied in a simple, straight to the point way.

They kept on running until they got back to where the shops were. Harry had no idea what he was going to end up buying; he just knew that he needed to decide on something fast. He was stuck. He didn’t just want to buy some random junk because then it wouldn’t mean anything. No chocolates or wine or all that boring stuff which people always buy for people’s birthday. It had to be thought out, it had to be appropriate, it had to be perfect. But he didn’t have enough time to think. He was panicking, worrying, desperately trying to come up with an idea. No matter how hard he tried to think, he just couldn’t come up with anything. After a while, he figured that a good place to start would probably be the gift shop on the corner of the street he and Adam were now on. It was a pokey little shop which he very rarely visited but he thought that it might at least give him some ideas, even if he didn’t actually buy anything there.

“Harry wait up!” Adam panted, out of breath from running. “Where are we going?”.

“The gift shop” Harry replied coldly.

“What for, it’s just full of cheap crap?” Adam asked, speaking his mind.

“Well do you have a better idea?!” came the slightly heated response.

“Hey, don’t you get angry with me! It’s not my fault you forgot your best friend’s birthday!”

“Oh shut up Adam, you don’t know what you’re talking about!” Harry answered feeling that Adam’s comment was uncalled for.

“And don’t tell me to shut up either!” Adam protested, raising his voice.

“Then don’t say stupid things!” Harry responded.

“Now, hold on a minute!” Adam complained as he grabbed his boyfriend’s shoulder and turned him around to face him. “There’s no need to speak to me like that! All I asked was where you were going and you spoke to me like I was nobody. I hate it when you’re like this! I’m not putting up with it, I should matter more to you than James’s birthday present. He won’t even care if you don’t get him anything. There’s no point in rushing around, and there’s even less point in me arguing with you because my feelings obviously don’t mean that much to you! I’ll see you at home!”.

Adam turned and walked away before Harry got a chance to reply. Harry had the car keys so Adam would have to walk all the way home. That was a long way from town and Harry really didn’t want him walking that far on his own. He also didn’t want him to be upset with him. He didn’t mean to hurt him and he really didn’t want to fall out with him after such a great morning with him.

“Adam wait!” Harry shouted, calling him back.

Adam didn’t answer and just kept on walking. He wasn’t interested in whatever it was that Harry had to say. He was clearly upset by how he had been treated. As much as he wanted to stop him, Harry knew that once Adam had made up his mind, there was nothing he could do to change it. He decided to just let him go and he would try to sort things out between them later when he got home.

Now Harry was really worked up. Not only did he have the pressure of trying to find a suitable gift for James’s birthday before the shops closed, but now there was tension between him and Adam which would also play on his mind. This wasn’t what he had in mind when he and Adam left home earlier that day. The day which had started so well and was rapidly going off the rails. For now though, he needed to concentrate on what he was doing, so as difficult as it was to do, he tried to forget about his relationship troubles and think purely about gift shopping. He turned away from watching Adam walking off into the distance, turned towards the gift shop with his head bowed down, and began to walk. His mood had turned quickly from good to bad. He felt really bad about what had happened and knew that usually, it took a long time for him and Adam to recover from these little fights, even when they didn’t really mean anything and to him, seemed completely insignificant in the grand scheme of things. He knew one thing though. He really wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the day. What was he going to say when he got home? He didn’t know but he knew he had to make things right somehow.

***

Harry got home around six o’clock that evening. He had got James a present which he was fairly happy with considering the circumstances under which he had to buy it. He was sure that James would appreciate it and was satisfied with what he’d got. When he arrived at the front door, he noticed something peculiar. At the foot of the door, there was a brown paper bag with a note attached to the outside. Harry bent down and cautiously picked the bag up. He eagerly peeled off the note, the tape catching slightly on the paper bag, ripping it a little. He began to read the note, interested to find out what it said.

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Harry, I dropped by earlier today to give this to you but there was no answer so I assumed you were out somewhere. I really wanted to give this to you in person but never mind. With this note, you should have got a paper bag with a box in it. Inside that box is something very important so I hope that you get it with no issues. I apologise for leaving it at your door but I didn’t have much time to wait around as I have to go to a meeting. Anyway I have your number so I will give you a call when I get home, I’ll look forward to speaking to you.

Mark.
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As soon as he read the name Mark, Harry’s jaw dropped. All of a sudden, he knew what was in the box. It was an answer. An answer he had been waiting for since before he could remember. This box could be the key to the start of the rest of his life.

Before he opened the mystery box, he entered his and Adam’s flat. He knew that the opening of this box had the potential to be a life changing and very special moment. He wanted Adam to be there when he opened it. Harry placed the box, still inside the paper bag, down onto the dining table. He stood and stared at it for a while, thinking deeply about how much this insignificant, average looking box could change his and Adam’s lives forever. That was when he noticed that it was strange that Adam wasn’t home yet. Although Adam walked home from town instead of getting in the car, he still should have been back ages ago as the walk from town was only around 20 minutes. It had been much longer than that since they had fallen out earlier. Why wasn’t he back? Harry decided to send his boyfriend a text message. He snatched his phone from his right trouser pocket and started writing a text.

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Adam, I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have treated you like I did, and I shouldn’t have let you walk home on your own. I’m worried about you, where are you? Please come home, I have something here which I want to share with you, it’s important to me that you are here with me for this. Text me back when you get this.

Love you lots. Harry. Xxx
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After pressing the send button, Harry took a seat on one of the hard wooden dining chairs, placed his phone gently on the dining table in front of him, and waited patiently for a reply. His head was empty as he blankly stared at the brown paper bag in front of him. His heart was beating quicker than usual as he stressfully waited for a reply from Adam, time evaporating as the clock ticked away on the wall behind him. It must have been a good half an hour before Adam finally responded. Harry almost jumped out of his skin as the phone buzzed and shook on the wooden table, harshly breaking the silence which surrounded it. He scooped it up rapidly into his hands and began to read.

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Hey, I’m at my sisters. I was going to stay here tonight. Is it really that important that it can’t wait until tomorrow? I can come back if it really means that much but you will have to pick me up because I’m not walking all the way home from Mary’s. I don’t really care either way, I’m still not happy with you about earlier so I don’t know.
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Harry thought carefully about what he should say in response to that. He wanted his boyfriend beside him when he opened the package, It was important for the both of them. On the other hand he also realised that Adam needed some time to get over what had happened earlier that day. It was a tough decision. He knew that Adam wouldn’t be in a good mood if he came home, but if the package contained what he thought it did, then he was sure that Adam would soon forget about that meaningless fight from earlier. This could be big. Much bigger and much more significant in the grand scheme of things than a silly little argument over something Harry said in the high street. It was a risk Harry was willing to take so he replied to Adam’s text, stating that he would pick him up in about 30 minutes. He put his phone back into his pocket, grabbed the car keys and headed out of the door.

Mary’s house was on the opposite side of town to where the guys lived. It was a long way even in the car so it was understandable that Adam didn’t want to walk home. It was a boring drive too, with nothing much to look at other than houses and the odd little shop or take-away restaurant every now and again. On this occasion though, Harry really didn’t care. He had plenty on his mind to keep him occupied on the journey. His head was all over the place. He didn’t know what the hell to think. Should he be excited about the package at home on the dining table? Or anxious about what kind of mood Adam was going to be in when he got to Mary’s house? Or maybe he should feel sorry about the way he acted earlier in the street by the gift shop. His mind was heavily occupied as he drove hurriedly through the oddly quiet housing estate.

Trees and lamp posts flashed passed the window without recognition as the cogs in Harry’s mind accelerated, spinning faster and faster like the wheels on Harry’s car as their tyres sped across the surface of the road. The suspension absorbing the impact of the small bumps in the tarmac, indicator lights flashing, cogs turning, wheels spinning round and round and round again, Harry’s concentration rapidly slipping away into the realm of his own thoughts. His concentration should have been on the road, but there was too much to think about. His eyes were looking but they saw nothing. His hands were steering but there was no feeling. The real world around him felt like it was rapidly becoming invisible, insensible, unthinkable, when suddenly a car seemed to appear from nowhere! Time slowed down as his full attention was grabbed sharply in an instant by the horrified face of the young lady in the driver’s seat of the black Mercedes in front of him as he slammed his foot onto the heavy brake pedal. A loud screech bellowed through the quiet street as the brake discs locked onto the wheels, smoke pouring off of the tires as they locked and slid over the road surface before the inevitable moment when the two vehicles smashed together! Harry braced himself; he knew this was going to hurt!

Crash!

***

When Harry woke up he was in a hospital bed. He felt confused and he didn’t have a clue why he was in hospital. He looked around the room. It was white and green, the same as all hospitals are. He looked to his right to find a window. That’s when he realised that it was night time. How late? He didn’t know but it was dark outside. His neck hurt when he rolled his head to the left to see Adam on the big, tatty brown chair next to the bed. He was sleeping like an angel. He looked adorable, with his head tilted to one side like a puppy dog. Harry decided not to wake him. He looked peaceful. He noticed on the wall behind where Adam was sat, there was a small white clock. It was 5.34am. That explained why it was so quiet and why there didn’t seem to be anyone around.

A few more minutes passed while Harry happily looked on while his loyal boyfriend snoozed peacefully at his bed side. Then, just as Harry was about to turn away so he could try to sit himself up in the uncomfortable bed, Adam’s eyes started to twitch. Gradually he came too and saw Harry’s battered, bruised face looking back at him. When Adam realised what that meant, his eyes shot open and a grateful, relieved smile stretched across his face.

“Hi there sleepy head” Harry spoke.

“How are you feeling?” Adam asked, getting to the point.

“Sore” Harry answered simply and truthfully. “What happened?”

“You don’t remember?” Adam responded baffled by the response to his question.

“No” came another straightforward answer.

“Well, I don’t know exactly what happened, but you were in a car crash, a pretty bad one.”

“Oh,” Harry exclaimed, confused as to how he could forget something that serious, “when?” was all he could think to ask.

“A couple of days ago” Adam answered with a worried expression. He was bothered by the fact Harry couldn’t remember. Did that mean there was something wrong with him?

“Days!” Harry said, startled.

“Mhmm, you’ve been unconscious for a while”.

“You don’t say! What day is it?”

“It’s Tuesday now, early, but it’s Tuesday. The 7th. It’s James’ birthday today. Remember?” Adam asked, testing Harry’s memory.

“Shit! Does he know about all this?”

“Yeah, I called him last night and told him all about it. He said he would stop by later if he wasn’t busy but it’s his birthday so he probably will be busy.”

“Aww man, why does it always happen to me? And I got him a really cool present too.”

“I know babe. I saw it, he’ll love it, he’s always wanted a silver necklace.”

Adam got the confirmation that he remembered at least something from the past few days when Harry responded “Yeah that’s what I thought on Sunday. The gift shop was rubbish so I went to the Jewellery store instead”.

Then, as he thought about Adam finding the necklace, he remembered about the bag with the box inside it. He looked abruptly at his boyfriend and uttered cautiously, “did you find anything else when you saw the necklace?”.

“Yes. I saw the bag, and the note. It all made sense when I read that. I knew why you wanted me to come home. It’s a big deal isn’t it?” Adam responded.

When he heard that, Harry remembered a little bit more. The text messages came flooding back into his head, filling in a little bit more of the jigsaw puzzle, repainting the blank area of the picture between getting home that Sunday evening and Waking up in Hospital.

“I haven’t opened it yet by the way!” Adam pointed out.

“Oh,” Harry said, more interested in what happened after the text messages, “So how did you get home?” He asked, he was plainly confused and Adam could see him trying to work it all out.

Adam did his best to help him build up a fuller picture answering; “You were going to pick me up.” He paused briefly before continuing, “But I got worried after about an hour. You said twenty minutes so I tried to call you but your phone just kept ringing and…” Adam stopped.

He turned away as he started to break down. Tears started forming in his eyes as he thought about what would have been happening at the other end of the phone line. How Harry would have been sat there unconscious in the ruined car as the phone rang pointlessly on the seat next to him. He tried to hide his emotion but it was no use. He stood up and ran out of the room with his head in his hands, crying his heart out.

Harry watched as the man he loved disappeared through the hospital doors. He too began to cry, feeling bad for putting Adam through all of this. It was times like this when Harry realised just how much Adam meant to him. He would do anything for that man. He would go to the edge of the world and back, he would steal, lie and cheat for him if he wanted him too. He would even die for him. That’s how much he loved the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And that’s when it hit him right in the face. The package didn’t matter at all. He had been stupid. It was a potentially life changing answer which had the potential to help Harry achieve his dream of becoming a professional song writer. However, what Harry had previously failed to realise was that no matter what answer he got from the package. Whether it was the invitation and keys to Harry and Adam’s dream life in America, or whether it was something else. What he was only just beginning to realise as the memories of the horrible accident slowly and gradually flooded back into his head, was that the most important thing, was that they had each other. His real dream wasn’t to be rich and famous. He didn’t really care about fancy cars, big expensive houses and massive showy yachts. His real dream was to spend the rest of his life with the man he loved with all his heart.

When Adam came back into the room a few minutes later, he was glad to see a smile on Harry’s face. It made him happy to see him smiling again.

“I remembered.” Harry said, opting for a simple sentence once again.

“All of it?” Adam questioned.

“All of it.” Harry answered.

“So what now? Shall we open the package?” Adam asked, thinking that’s what the next thing on Harry’s mind would be.

“No.” Harry replied.

“No? But this means the world to you doesn’t it?” Adam responded, baffled once more by what had escaped his boyfriend’s lips.

“It did, but it doesn’t any more. You know why?”

“No not really. Why?”

“Because although that means the world, I’ve realised something which I should have realised a long time ago.” Harry stated.

“And what’s that?” Adam asked, still puzzled.

“I don’t want the world, I want you!”.

Adam’s heart melted at that moment. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he was speechless. He really didn’t know how to respond. A solitary tear flowed gracefully down his soft cheek as a familiar smile stretched across his handsome face. Nothing more needed to be said. Their relationship was renewed. Adam knelt down beside the hospital bed and he and Harry embraced tenderly. They were happy, and that’s what really mattered. No amount of bickering, no amount of money and no amount of pain could get in the way of the happiness that Harry and Adam felt at that moment. They would open the box eventually and maybe their lives would change drastically when they did, but no matter what was going to happen later that Tuesday, they were in love, and they were happy in each other’s arms.

The End.
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Thank you very much for reading “I Don’t Want The World, I Want You!”. Whether you’ve read it before or whether this is the first time you have read it, I really hope that you enjoyed it. I wish that I could say that I enjoyed writing it, but the truth is that personally, I didn’t like it haha. This is why I decided to make it a shorter than I originally planned. Now I will be moving on to my next story which I have already started, and am MUCH happier with! I think you will like it too when I post it. I won’t give away too much about it, but I will say that it’s a lot of fun to write, and that I will post it as soon as I am able too. So remember to keep an eye out for my next story! ;)

Thank you once again for reading, and I will speak to you all soon!

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