Yes, I know. It's been well-awaited on my part and I've held back but I've decided that this is inevitable so here you go. It's mostly fem, sorry I know, I find it really hard to write as anything else, I really do apologise. However, I hope you enj...
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"Good morning, my love!! Happy Birthday!!" I beamed, flinging open the pale yellow curtains of our bedroom. David groaned, turning in the opposite direction to block the sunlight. I frowned, disliking his lack of enthusiasm, considering it was his 24th birthday. I trotted over to him, knowing that my hands were cold and put them on his bare back, laughing as I did so. David yelped in response, shooting upright. He turned to face me, his long hair like a tumbleweed on his head. I had to hold back a laugh as he put on a stern face; we both couldn't contain our laughter; we then collapsed back into the bed laughing.
Neither David nor I acted like adults... We were still fifteen at heart, silly teenagers with the sense of humour of one. "Come on it's your birthday! We need to do something." I whined, trying to get him up. My stupid attempt of trying to heave David up off of the bed left him in stitches, tears of joy rolling down his cheeks from where I had so miserably failed to move him. "Fine." He complied, standing up and stretching. His long hair fell graciously down his bare back, the golden strands illuminated by the sunshine, making his entire figure glow.
He looked so elegant, like a greek god. He pulled on a t-shirt, some jeans and a red turtleneck jumper. He brushed his hair, allowing his natural curls to bob around his shoulders. I loved how he was so comfortable as a man with long hair. It wasn't necessarily the norm for the early 70s, however, it had become a lot less frowned upon during the 60s, what with hippies like me and David, David less so than me however.
We both pulled on some boots that we could go walking around the lawn of Haddon Hall in, David choosing a nice, black, knee-high pair while I went for a mid-calf brown boot. I tugged my brown wool coat over the arms of my jumper while David pulled on his beautiful, royal blue wool coat that fell just below his knees. After making sure we were adequately dressed, we went out, skipping down the large hill that was our lawn and went out shopping. I had to go and pick up his gift but I also had to do it discreetly because I knew he hated it when I spent loads of money on gifts for him.
David was drawn to a little antique store, conveniently situated next door to where his gift was being held for me. Leaving him to have a look around, I slipped into the shop next door, grabbed his gift and returned to his side. I had to stop myself from grinning like the Cheshire Cat as we looked at the various curiosities dotted around the shop. David soon caught onto how happy I was, looking at me with a puzzled look on his face.
"What are you so happy about?" David queried, smiling at me sweetly. I led him out of the shop, and into a small park. Although it was still early January, the evergreen trees created a somewhat scenic view for me to present David's gift to him. "Close your eyes!" I beamed, jumping up and down on the spot like a five-year-old. He cooperated, closing his eyes, and smiling all the while. I handed him the bag that contained his gift, telling him to open his eyes when he was ready.
He sat on a bench, opening the bag with both hands. He reached into the bag, revealing the gorgeous Japanese art-style shirt, complimented by the silk trousers. He looked confused, bemused by the fact I had found such items. "Y/N!" He exclaimed, tears brimming in his eyes. All I did was smile, waiting for him to ask how much it cost me. "I know a pair of boots that would go stunningly with that outfit," I stated, winking at him. "I don't know how much I can thank you for this, my love. They're perfect. Not as perfect as you but still amazing." He whispered, pulling me into an embrace.
I giggled as he pulled my chin up to face him, kissing the tip of my nose and then my lips. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." I chimed, cupping his cheeks in my palms. He smiled, his eyes closing as he did so. He mouthed the words 'Thank You,' and 'I love you,' and carefully placed the garments back inside the bag. We then set off on the journey back to the house, strolling arm in arm through Beckenham, admiring the beauty of the town in winter.
When we returned, David dropped off the bags inside and we went to sit at the bottom of the garden near the summer house. We sat side by side, David closer to the window whilst I sat close to the door. "Look up there," I stated, pointing to the tiny sliver of a crescent moon that was breaking through the clouds, barely visible against the blue of the sky. David looked intently at the moon, holding my hand as he did so.
I don't know what it was about him, maybe it was just how delicate he looked all of the time or perhaps it was just the fact that he was David Bowie, but I was so in love with him. Everything about him was appealing to me. I loved him with every fibre of my being and I was not afraid to admit that. Many people may frown on me for being so open about the fact that I am in love with him but both David and I have expressed how much we love one another and if people aren't okay with it, we turn to them and say 'Fuck you' which usually earns a dissatisfied look but neither of us cares.
David had left me to sit and gaze at the clouds but returned in the outfit I had bought him, making me squeal in excitement as he took care not to dirty the trousers. He was wearing the exact pair of boots that I knew would serve the outfit well. I gasped as he showed off the shirt, making it look ten times more exquisite than it had done when on the shelves. "You look breathtakingly dashing darling." I declared, signalling him to twirl so I could see the whole outfit. He giggled boyishly as he did so, making my heart throb warmly in my chest.
"Thank you once again mon trésor" David uttered kissing me lightly. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as he called me 'trésor', a word translated to 'treasure' in French. I loved the terms of endearment that he came up with, making my heart swell with love and appreciation.
"Passe une excellente journée mon chéri" I replied, smirking at him. 'Have a brilliant day darling'. My best wishes to the man I loved.
