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Hair by Jain (PG-13)
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: AJ/Howie
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jain
Author Website: A Wild Surmise
Why this must be read: This one just hits the spot if you're having a bad day and need something to make you warm and fuzzy on the inside again. Howie is so, so lovable in this story, and the way he never sees just how much the people around him love him gives the heart-strings a little tug. The theme of the story is - of course - hair, and it's done so well, relating Howie's attempts at different hairstyles with his attempts to be accepted and appreciated. A really wonderful read.
"You're going to have a new look, Howie," his stylist told him, shuffling papers.
Howie shrugged. "Okay."
After a while, he even started to like it. It was a pain in the ass to take care of, and he had to use a fortune in styling products to keep it manageable. But it made people notice him. He wasn't the nameless, faceless fifth of Backstreet anymore; he was the nameless one with the hair.
Within the group, too, people were suddenly paying more attention to him. They were touching him more. He'd always believed that each of them was vital to the Backstreet Boys. Now, though, Howie actually felt wanted. Nick would curl up with him on the sofa and play with his hair; Brian and Kevin had taken to tousling it--especially just after he'd pulled it back into a smooth ponytail; AJ developed what was essentially a conversational tic: every few minutes he'd reach out and smooth Howie's hair away from his eyes while they were talking.
"I don't want to give this up," Howie whispered one night, curled into AJ's lean warmth on the sofa as they watched a movie, one of AJ's hands brushing through his loose curls.
"What, D?" AJ asked absently.
"My hair. I don't want to give up my hair."
"Then don't. It's your hair."
"You're right," Howie said in surprise. "It is."
"It is," AJ agreed. "Now can we go back to watching the movie, Rapunzel, or do I have to, like, support your decision and tell you that you look fantastic with long hair?"
Howie blushed. "That's okay."
AJ nodded and watched the movie for a few minutes, then turned back to Howie. "In case you didn't know, your hair's fucking hot," he said seriously. He leaned over to peck Howie's cheek. "And so are you."
Hair
Pairing: AJ/Howie
Author on LJ:
jainAuthor Website: A Wild Surmise
Why this must be read: This one just hits the spot if you're having a bad day and need something to make you warm and fuzzy on the inside again. Howie is so, so lovable in this story, and the way he never sees just how much the people around him love him gives the heart-strings a little tug. The theme of the story is - of course - hair, and it's done so well, relating Howie's attempts at different hairstyles with his attempts to be accepted and appreciated. A really wonderful read.
"You're going to have a new look, Howie," his stylist told him, shuffling papers.
Howie shrugged. "Okay."
After a while, he even started to like it. It was a pain in the ass to take care of, and he had to use a fortune in styling products to keep it manageable. But it made people notice him. He wasn't the nameless, faceless fifth of Backstreet anymore; he was the nameless one with the hair.
Within the group, too, people were suddenly paying more attention to him. They were touching him more. He'd always believed that each of them was vital to the Backstreet Boys. Now, though, Howie actually felt wanted. Nick would curl up with him on the sofa and play with his hair; Brian and Kevin had taken to tousling it--especially just after he'd pulled it back into a smooth ponytail; AJ developed what was essentially a conversational tic: every few minutes he'd reach out and smooth Howie's hair away from his eyes while they were talking.
"I don't want to give this up," Howie whispered one night, curled into AJ's lean warmth on the sofa as they watched a movie, one of AJ's hands brushing through his loose curls.
"What, D?" AJ asked absently.
"My hair. I don't want to give up my hair."
"Then don't. It's your hair."
"You're right," Howie said in surprise. "It is."
"It is," AJ agreed. "Now can we go back to watching the movie, Rapunzel, or do I have to, like, support your decision and tell you that you look fantastic with long hair?"
Howie blushed. "That's okay."
AJ nodded and watched the movie for a few minutes, then turned back to Howie. "In case you didn't know, your hair's fucking hot," he said seriously. He leaned over to peck Howie's cheek. "And so are you."
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