Episode 9- The end of my world

"IGNSTSMF" (I Got No Switch to Stop My Fantasies)

A collection of my favourite sweet Deric fantasies, written by Kikisan.

Please, do not repost it in any place without asking permission and crediting me & this forum, thank you!  This fic creates a series of fantasies were Danny and Eric will be the main actors.  Every episode described on this fic is 100% fictional and has no base on reality.  A fantasy is an imagined event such a daydream.  It’s not real and in some cases, the re-enactment of such events are illegal and immoral at the same time so please keep in mind this and have fun.  Thanks to all of my readers

Episode 9- The end of my world

At the café

From Tooji’s point of view

- Thanks Danny

I couldn’t help myself.  I felt anger when I first listen to this words.

However...  

I wasn’t so sick to lose my perspectives.  I knew who I was.  I knew I was nothing but another act, Eric Saade has meet and that he was being polite.

But I could hardly hide my crush on that “Swedish definition of male perfection”.

In a perfect world

This would never happen

In a perfect world

I’d take the place of Danny Saucedo

Because, what I’ve heard confirmed the worst suspicions to me.  Eric Saade was gay, just like me.  But he had a boyfriend.  He was dating that Danny Saucedo.

Why life do this to me?

- You haven’t said a single word in the whole road.

- It’s because I’m nervous- I lied.  - I have a lot of pressure.  I want to make things right and hopefully win the Eurovision song contest

- That’s ok.  I used to feel a little bit nervous when I start singing- Eric said and then he added with a smile- but hey, what’s the worst thing that could happen? That you fell on stage and make a horrible performance to the point that everybody will hate you in Norway

- Thank you Eric!

He laughed again.  His laugh was like a beautiful melody for me.

Finally we arrived to the cafe.  We sit one in front to each other without saying a single word until our order arrived.

Two margaritas.

I had that feeling that I was about to make a mistake but at the same time, there was an urge to do it.

For some reason, Eric looked nervous.  There was a guilty look on his eyes.

I wished I could know what was happening at that moment inside of his head.

- Eric, you are the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen

Eric Saade opened his mouth but he couldn’t say a single word.

He was literally in shock.  But I could not stop right after that.

- I know this sound stupid.  But you mean so much to me.  Why on earth I didn’t meet you before.

I slowly approach to him and he was so near to me, my fest just a few inches far from him.

All his angelical beauty next to me.  I could even count the freckles on his face at this position.

His breathing accelerate.  He couldn’t move.  He could not react at all.

- Eric I love you- I insist.

A short pause

- Eric, I need you.

In a blink of an eye, I felt Eric Saade was about to cry.

But he was still there.  Frozen like a statue.

I didn’t feel good about it.  But I had to do it.  I came directly to him, ready to kiss him.  I could even felt the sweet touch of those beauty, pink lips.

Where is he

From Danny’s point of view

I had a bad feeling.  I could not explain with words but it feel awful.

Something, deep inside in me tells me that I was about to lose something.  That some misfortunate events were about to happen.

I didn’t like it but how could I stop this feelin inside of me.  

My heart tells me however that it must be something about Eric Saade.  My boy was completely destroyed.  I could see it even if he stupidly tries to hide it

- Do you know where is Eric?

- Pardon

- Yes... Eric Saade- I replied to Malin after a short pause

- Oh

- Yes- I smiled.- That Eric

- I don’t know... he was practicing with Norway’s Eurovision entry but he should be here at this time.

I had a bad feeling when my fears were confirmed but I try to ignore what my heart was telling to me.  I had things to do.  I needed to think about me and my career.  

I was in the middle of the finals.  It was not the best time  to deal with a depressive guy who was surrounded by a Norwegian bastard... I hate that Tooji!

But in the end, I had to leave my pride and call to Eric.

It was 3 pm.  I have responded to the interviews and also I have made my first rehearsal of the day.  And Eric?  He didn’t gave a fucking life signal

One ring, two ring, three ring.

Nothing happened.  It was not until the fifth one that finally someone answered the phone.

- Eric?

I got no response

- Eric, is that you?  It’s Danny.

- Eric is not here.

I lose my nerves

- WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

- I’m Tooji- he said with a neutral voice but I was sure he was just pretending to be that neutral.  He was enjoying the situation.

- Has somebody never told that you should not answer someone’s mobile phone.

There was a paused.  Maybe he felt embarrassed or was just deeply thinking something hurtful to tell me in reply.

- I’m sorry.  Eric left his mobile phone in my house.

What the...?

- Pardon

- Yes, he was in my house and we talk for hours...- he added and I could even imagine that big evil smile upon his face.

- Then tell Eric I called him- I angrily said wanting to hang up the phone

- Your name is Danny?

- Yes

- And you are...?

- Eric’s best friend.

I wanted to say boyfriend but I am not that idiot.

- Oh really?

- YES

- It’s funny, cause I was with Eric all day long.  And WE TALK FOR HOURS, but he never mentioned your name.

An evil voice that come backs to me once in a while was screaming

KILL HIM, KILL THAT FUCKING MORON

But instead I replied

- Oh really? That’s funny.  Whatever, I’ll try to look for him later to hang around with my boy.

- Maybe I can...

But I didn’t let him finish this time

- Don’t worry Tooji.  I’ll find him.  You’d better keep your rehearsing thing... your country did a terrible result last year.  Don’t mess it up.

I didn’t wait for an answer.  I simply hung up the phone

I took a taxi focused in just one thing.  I need to see Eric Saade right now.

Temptation

From Eric’s point of view

Here I had that beautiful guy approaching to me.  

I tried to pretend I didn’t notice anything but we got to this point.  I am not naïve, he wanted to kiss me.

Don’t try to control it Eric Saade.  You know you want HIM.  You don’t have anything after all.  You have lost all that you love, Molly.  Danny won’t be there for you... there’s no hope Eric, just let you go.  Kiss him- A voice inside of me was telling me.

It felt worse than anyone can imagine, because, at this moment I felt it was right.  I felt the tears coming up my eyes.  I was about to cry in front of Tooji.  I was confused about how this new boy could make me feel this way.

But he didn’t notice anything at all.  

Danny would notice that something was wrong.  I just can’t lie in front of him

He get closer to me with only one purpose... I could even watch every detail of his wet lips.  Ready for a kiss but then

I backed up.

- Did I make something wrong?- Tooji asked me

- No, it’s not.  It’s just that...

I sighed

- Let’s just act as if nothing has happened.

By the expression on Tooji’s face, that was worse than if I simply slap on his face.  And I felt guilty about this.

- Man, I just don’t feel right.  I feel destroyed.  I am having some personal struggles.

- You can talk to me- he insisted.  - You can talk to me as a friend.  There’s noone else here, or if you want, we can drive to your apartment.

He looked at me and he honestly looked worried and wanting to care for me, probably in a way I could not fulfill...

His brown eyes looked so warm and beautiful with the light.  As if they have the power to read my soul when they reflect me.

I was feeling butterflies in my stomach again.

And I started talking about me and my life since I met Danny as I have never done with someone.  For some reason, I fell in temptation in some way and I open my heart to this “new boy” without being aware of his real intentions.

Finally, we get to the big point.  Molly has left me because she felt like an obstacle for me and my dreams.

And I started crying.

i thought Tooji would try to give me an advise.  However, he just put his hands on me and dried my tears with his fingers.

A few seconds later we were leaving that restaurant but before that, I hugged Tooji.

He was there, listening to me.  At least he deserved that.

For a few moments I thought that hanging around with Tooji was a good idea and that I have found peace.  That I was finally ‘cured’ from the pain that was killing me from inside.

Until I was in front of the door of my apartment and all the old memories came to me.

I wished I could die I told myself.

I took the key out of my pocket and I open the door.  When I finally entered, I tried to sleep in the sofa of this place that represented too much for me but that suddenly has become a house of terror.

I didn’t feel so lonely as I was feeling in that moment.

I lost my sense of the time.  When I opened my eyes it was night.

I took my mobile phone, looking for a phone number I was so used to.  Molly Sandén.  I was thinking about calling her over the last days.

Maybe after all these days... she’d want to talk to me and explain me what exactly has happened.

But I didn’t have the guts to do it and face a new disappointment... until now.

The phone started ringing.  One time, two times, three times

- Hello... Eric?  Are you ok?  What’s hapenning?

I had to hang up.  I felt weak and hurt just after listen her voice.  The voice of the person that used to be my girlfriend.

I lied in my bed, dying inside and feeling powerless.  Alone.

I should call my mom.  This atmosphere is making me sick.  That would be a good idea.  I need to spend some weeks in my mom’s house- I thought.

I didn’t know why I haven’t thought about it before.  Probably because I felt so independent to share my problems with the person I love the most and cares the most for me in the whole planet.

But not today.

Tomorrow will be a brighter day.  I’ll plan everything... after Melodifestivalen final.

I will be my liberation day.

Someone was knocking the door.

It took me a minute before I opened the door and it was Danny.  We looked at each other for a few seconds.   

If I were faster or smarter I’d noticed how Danny’s expression suddenly changed from being anxious after waiting for me for hours to another expression I couldn’t interpret.

- Eric Saade, this is enough.  We have to break up.

What was he saying

With these words I went back to reality.  My only little hope, the only reason I was still alive (half alive) has gone.  And now it was gone.

I was dead.  A living dead.

I couldn’t said any word.  Danny understood it and now he looked judgemental.  It was worst for him to face me like this.

I guess he’d rather prefer to see me protesting, screaming, calling him a motherfucker or even hitting me asking him why he was so mean to me, why did he wanted to break up with me and destroy my life.  

But I couldn’t do anything because, deep inside, I felt I deserved it.

- Look at you!- He insisted.

- Look at yourself, Eric- he repeated but this time with a softer voice.

- Eric, you have a problem.  You are destroying yourself and I... I don’t feel strong enough to see you like this.  You need help.  Something that I obviously can’t give you.  

- But...

- I tried to be with you when you fall and support you.  But it’s obvious that it’s not working man.

He was right.  I have nothing to said.

He was an idiot.  With that stupid heroe attitude.  He wanted to sacrifice himself now that he thought he was the problem.

But that was how Danny Saucedo was.  And I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t the same after Molly Sandén has left me.

I was less than a shadow that what I used to be.

I closed my eyes, because I have feared of watching him leaving me.  But when I opened my eyes, he was still there.

Danny slowly kissed, as if he might think that his touch could destroy me into pieces.  He put his arms on my shoulders and a few seconds later he was taking my clothes off.

We made love but it didn’t feel the same.  Because I knew there was no tomorrow.

In my mind, I felt the rain.  Even if the weather couldn’t express what I was feeling inside, I felt the rain and the chaos all around my house... and I felt death as I felt how Danny was doing me.

When we both were finished we sleep together.

I was in Danny’s arms.

Next day, when I opened my eyes, he was already gone.

It was a new day.  

The thought of this reality didn’t give me hope but I couldn’t say that I was depressed as I was over the past days.  Maybe I have fallen to a point that pain couldn’t hit me harder than it has done already.

I just felt empty.  I couldn’t have anything for granted in this new ‘life’.  But I was alive.

I needed to find a reason why I was still alife.