fictional conversation: nick/harry

[certainthings]

[Harry and Nick are sat on the couch not paying attention to a cooking show. Harry is curled against him, absently fiddling with a button Nick's shirt.]

Harry: Charles.
Nick: Hmm? What's that, love?
Harry: I think I'd name my boy Charles. Penelope for a girl.
Nick: Those names are boring.
Harry: They are not. They're classic.
Nick: And dull.
Harry: What would you call yours?
Nick: Definitely something butch for a boy. Like Truck.
Harry: [snorts] You would not.
Nick: Truck is a very strong name. Very masculine.
Harry: And if it were a girl?
Nick: I hadn't thought of it, maybe I'd name her after my mum.
[Harry presses a kiss to Nick's jaw]
Nick: What's all this about, anyway?
Harry: Just. Uhm. Just thinking about the future is all.

[Nick sits up a bit straighter and turns to look at Harry]

Nick: Are you breaking up with me?
Harry: What? No. Where'd that idea come from?
Nick: Harry. You're talking about children.
Harry: In the future. Future children.
Nick: I assume this means I'm not ...
Harry: Grimmy, I am not breaking up with you. Not today. Not ever.
Nick: When we first got together, you mentioned wanting children and I said that they were horrible things.
Harry: I thought you were joking.
Nick: Not really.
Harry: [quietly, mostly to himself] You don't want kids.
Nick: [takes Harry's hand in his and kisses his finger tips] I love you, young Harold. But no. I don't want kids.
Harry: I can't change your mind?
Nick: [shakes his head no]



+ i don't own.
+ for julia.