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22 December 2006 @ 04:19 pm
#1// Reason to Stay [Lahm/Hargreaves]  
Title: Reason To Stay
Author: logic_less
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Lahm/Hargreaves
Warning: none
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened and half of my facts are probably wrong, but I really tried.
Summary: 10 Christmas' they spent together.
Author's Notes: Written for xbrokenglass (a.k.a. the love of my life) for manndecker's Secret Santa fic exchange! :)
Please comment and tell me what you think! what you liked and especially what you didn't like.
HUGE thanks to dorkamatronic for being my beta!
This was titles after one of the most amazing fanmixes that I've ever heard. Jessica/xbrokenglass made it and that fanmix cemented this OTP for me.
I loved it, I love you, and I hope you love this. MERRY CHRISTMAS, BABE! ♥
And if you like my fics, friend kandyscene.


Reason to Stay


At first I just assumed he was the typically quiet type. He stuck to himself quite a bit.

You would think it was culture shock or something. Only sixteen and moving across the ocean is a big move. Sometimes I wonder how someone could do it at all.

Maybe that’s what I like about him. He’s brave.

I remember the first time we met; he looked a little silly. His hair was a bit too much on the long side and the style reminded me too much of a cartoon character with really curly hair.

He’d walked in one day, confirming the news of a new signing to our youth ranks. It doesn’t happen too often, but when someone new shows up, you’d imagine we’d be pretty friendly. And mind you, we were. Just… he was still so quiet it made it hard for us to even say hello.

Second day of practice, I walked up to him and stuck out my hand, “Hi, I’m Philipp.”

He seemed kind of shocked to be honest. Even took a second to clear his mind before reaching out to grab my hand in a loose handshake. “I’m Owen.”

His palms were sweaty and his skin was a little chapped, but even then I could tell his hand felt good in mine. “It’s nice to meet you.”

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i. December 1997
“There is a feeling that you should just go home, and spend a lifetime finding out just where that is.”

It’s kind of lonely here. Actually… it’s very lonely here.

I’ve only been around for a couple of months and I’d like to say I like it here. I’d like to call home and tell them that I don’t miss them at all. But then I’d be lying. Truth is I’m missing everyone, and there’s nothing I don’t miss. I call home and all that gets me through this is mom telling me that things will get better.

Calgary is my home. And thinking about how far away it is and how very little I’ll get to go back, makes me want to leave. But then I hear mom’s voice, telling me that again, everything will be okay.

It’s not that they don’t accept me and it’s not that they don’t like me either. But there’s something between me and all of them. It’s a gap I can’t close; a gap none of them are trying to close and one that I’m not all too sure I want to close either. Maybe if it never closes, I can go home.

Everything tells me that I should just leave. I don’t fit in. Everyone knows it.

So what’s keeping me here?

Maybe it’s his smile. Or the way that he says hi to me like we’re old friends even when he could barely remember my name. Funny thing is, I always remembered his; Philipp Lahm.

Right before I left, on the last practice before the holidays he caught up with me afterwards and handed me an envelope. He gave it to me without saying much of anything at all. Communication is still a bit of a problem.

As I took it he smiled one of the widest grins I’d ever noticed and waved goodbye as he left.

I opened the envelope on the plane ride back home; I read his messy scrawl across the inside of a Christmas card. It’s simple and bright, with a picture of a Christmas tree on the cover. All that he writes inside is “Merry Christmas,” and in English too.

And after Christmas dinner, I’m back in my old room. I can’t help but feel at home. But instead of being hit with nostalgia, I sleep with Philipp’s card tucked underneath my pillow, and I remember his back, walking away from me the last time I’d seen him.

I’m already dreaming of returning to Munich as I fall asleep.



ii. December 1998
“Just leaves your heart room for exploding all over me, and then it gets to you, but you don’t have to wait for me because I’m already yours.”

“Dear Philipp,

Merry Christmas!

From Owen”

Just reading it out loud to myself makes me cringe. It’s so generic and just so very… dull. And I’m honestly trying to be anything but that.

I could do better than that. I know I can.

I pick up my pen again and get a new blank card. It’s completely useless, really. I don’t even know what I’m trying to do. How hard is writing one bloody Christmas card?!

Tilting the chair back on the hind legs and balancing myself against the desk (as if that would give me some better ideas), I finally give in and just write whatever comes to mind.

The next day, as I hand it to him I can feel my hand shake a little bit. Stop it! I tell myself. I’m acting like an eleven year old.

He takes it with a smile and says, “Thank You,” polite as ever. And when he opens it in front of me and reads it, my heart elates as the biggest smile appears on his face.

And to think, I got the reaction I wanted by simply adding a “P.S. Happy New Year too!.”



iii. December 1999
“And we drive, ‘til the stars fall from the sky, ‘til the rivers all run dry, alone in this street just you and I. And we drive, ‘til there’s nothing left to do, and there’s nothing left to say, all of our troubles fade away.”

“When’s your flight?”

“Not until Christmas Eve. I got lazy and didn’t book my flight until last minute,” I admit sheepishly.

I like how he tries not to laugh at me in a mocking manner but in a kind of joyous mood. As if he’s glad I’m still around for a while longer.

“Do you have any plans tonight then?”

And as I shake my head in reply his smile widens.

“You’ve just got your driver’s license, yeah?”

I wonder why he asks but I’ve already got a bit of an idea. And even before I can say yes or no, he’s talked me into taking a drive.

We go as far out of the city as I know how, driving along the fields covered in snow. It’s gorgeous here, really. In the wintertime all of Bavaria seems to come to life.

When we stop, it’s in an open field covered in thick layers of white packing snow. Climbing out of the car, I could feel my boots sinking deep below the surface. I was just admiring the view when I felt something hard and cold hit me from behind.

I whirl around to find Phil grinning wildly, and it was clear that he had thrown a snowball at me. He starts to run and I yell, “no way are you getting away this easily!”

We had a snowball fight, made a snowman, and built forts with no one else to battle. And when we were all tired out after making snow angels; we just lay there on the ground side by side.

Maybe it was just me, but when his fingers lay over mine so lightly, even between both of our gloves, and my hair soaking wet from laying in the snow, I didn’t feel cold at all.



iv. December 2000
“There’s no chance of losing when there’s no chance at all. As time goes by, I forget why, from a distant view, it might still be true. There’s a part of me that lives for you.”

He’s been avoiding me for months now. Whenever we’re in the dressing room together he’ll finish cleaning up as fast as possible and dash out as fast as possible. And when I enter a room he’s in, he’d get up and bolt right out of there.

I don’t even know what I’ve done to him.

I thought that the feeling was mutual and that maybe, just maybe, he felt this way about me too. But ever since that day I kissed him, things haven’t been the same.

I know I shouldn’t have. I know that it was stupid of me and I told myself to stop but one thing led to another and just… kissed him. I don’t even think it could be called a real kiss. It was just a sort of peck. But I guess he didn’t see it that way.

Practice is brutal. One because it’s obviously hard work but two because the person I usually talk to is completely ignoring me. It’s hard to go through so much intense physical activity with no one to keep you company.

My shoulders are aching and I press my back against the shower wall and just stand under the heat for a good twenty minutes longer than usual before deciding to get out and leave.

As I walk out into the parking lot and take out my keys, I notice that only two cars are left in the parking lot; Philipp’s and my own.

Phil’s leaning against his car, just staring into space. I want to go over and talk to him but I can’t seem to find it within myself to even try. Why make things worse?

But then again, that’s hardly me at all. I like to take those rare chances.

So as I walk up to him I can feel the butterflies in my stomach, my heart beating faster by the second and my palms sweating from my nervousness. Calm down, I tell myself.

“Hey,” I whisper.

He takes one look at me, walks over and captures my lips in a perfectly positioned kiss. At first I’m too shocked I forget what to do with myself but before I could even kiss him back, Phil pulls away.

“I’m scared,” he tells me. “But I like you too much to run away now.”



v. December 2001
“Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I’m getting old and I need something to rely on.”

It’s dark, five days ‘til Christmas, the night before my early morning flight home and I can’t find a bit of sleep.

Oh and did I mention it’s 3:00 AM?

I toss and turn a couple of times before I decide to call Phil; he always knows exactly what to do.

Yes it’s three in the morning but I need to be at the airport in six hours’ time so Phil is really my last resort.

It rings a total of six times before he decides to wake up and answer it.

“Hello?” he mumbles groggily.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Owen?”

“Yes, who else calls you at this hour?”

I can hear Phil sighing ever so quietly. He’s way too nice to me sometimes. “Is something the matter?” Oh Phil, ever so polite.

“I can’t sleep,” I repeat.

There’s a short moment of silence and then, “This is why you called me?”

“Yes.”

“It’s three am. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“Yes but I have to be at the airport in six hours. I need to get to sleep and I’ve tried everything!”

“Have you tried drinking a warm glass of milk and counting backwards from a thousand?”

“No, but I’ll try that now, thanks.”

“You’re Welcome.”

“No really, Phil, Thank you.” And I don’t think I’ve meant anything more in my entire life.

I don’t really think he got what I meant at first until, maybe I’m imagining things but, I thought I heard him smile over the telephone.

“Goodnight Owen, have a safe flight home.”

Surely, Phil was right. I was asleep before I’d even gotten to nine hundred seventy eight.



vi. December 2002
“Somebody save me, let your warm hands break right through me. Somebody save me, I don’t care how you do it. Just stay, stay. Come on, I’ve been waiting for you.”

The lights shine on outside the window, casting shadows over our skin and the pale yellow of his bed sheets. The sound of heat running through the walls around us and entering the room as the only sound other than Phil’s gentle snoring.

And with my arm draped over his tiny waist and his forehead just under my lips, I couldn’t feel any more in love.

He shifts a bit underneath the covers and inches just a bit closer to me, pressing his arms just a bit harder against my chest. I think I can almost hear his heart beating against my own. His hands change position on my back and I can feel his body heat radiating off him and into me.

And in all the years that I’ve known him, all the years that I held him, and kissed him, and felt his heart beat, I’ve never felt closer to him than I do right now.

We shouldn’t have done this tonight. I’m leaving tomorrow morning, but I couldn’t help it.

We’d decided we shouldn’t. Not tonight when it would just make it even harder for me to go home tomorrow morning. Maybe when we wake up we can blame it on the alcohol or say we’ll never go back on our promises ever again. But in the end neither of us will be able to deny pretending to be more drunk than we actually were and agreeing that breaking promises such as these would be perfectly acceptable in the future.



vii. December 2003
“We might kiss when we are alone. When nobody’s watching, we might take it home. We might make out when nobody’s there. It’s not hat we’re scared. It’s just that it’s delicate.”

“I’ve missed you,” I whisper as I lay another kiss on his lips.

We hadn’t even gotten into my house yet. I just ran out of my door and out to his car to hug him the moment he stepped out. There wasn’t even a second for him to breathe or realize what just happened. When I pull away though, he has the hugest smile on his face.

I move in to kiss him again but he places a finger on my lips to stop me.

“Wait,” he whispers with his face right against mine. “Let’s go inside first.”

And Philipp’s right, as he always his. He’s always more sensible, even though I’m older.

We walk into my house and I settle him down into my living room, propping his cushions and adjusting the television channel to one of his liking. I dash into the kitchen to make him a warm cup of coffee.

I set both mugs down as I take the seat opposite him on the other side of the coffee table and listen to him talk about life at Stuttgart. He tells me about the teammates, the stadium, and the staff. He talks about all those little things we noticed while playing there ourselves in the past and tells me what he’s learned about them and what’s the story behind this and that.

When it’s my turn to talk I tell him about Bastian’s new love for hip-hop music and Oliver Kahn’s temper getting worse and worse each game. I tell him how it feels weird to play without him racing past my side to get the ball every time someone loses possession. I tell him how strange it is that I have no one to go out with after winning a game now and that celebrating with the whole team will never amount to just celebrating with him. And finally I tell him that I miss him, again. As if he hadn’t heard it enough over the phone for the last three months.

I’m done talking now and there’s a little bit of a silence.

Have I said too much? I figured Phil would be used to the way I ramble on muttering things that only make sense to me by now.

But before I can apologize to him for going on and on about things that seemingly don’t matter, he comes over to my side of the table, holds the side of my face as if it was delicate porcelain and places a kiss right on my lips. It’s light and it’s simple and fast. But the one little gesture meant more than a hundred rushed kisses that we’ve shared in the past.

And what we have, whatever this is, is summed up so perfectly in just one delicate gesture. As always, Phil knows what’s best.



viii. December 2004
“Pack up, but don’t stray. Oh say, say say, Oh say, say, say. Wait. They don’t love you like I love you. Wait. They don’t love you like I love you.”

I canceled plans to go back to Canada for Christmas.

I’ve barely seen Phil at all this past year and I really want to be able to spend Christmas holidays with him. Just him, me and all the time we have together put to good use.

But then Phil calls and tells me that he won’t be coming back to Munich this year.

“What?” I had asked in disbelief.

“I’m sorry but I’m going to be here in Stuttgart this Christmas. My family is making the trip to come visit me and see what life’s like for me here. There’s no way I can create an excuse to come all the way to Munich to see you this year.”

I’m feeling completely shocked. It feels like I’ve been smacked in the face with the reality of the situation. “Well can’t you just take one or two days away from your family to come and see me?”

“I’d like to but the gang and I have made plans already. I’m pretty much going to be extremely busy until training starts again.”

And that was it, “the gang”. His new team mates that he’s shutting me out for. “Wait, so basically you’re telling me that you haven’t been calling for weeks, you haven’t had time to see me or even come visit me for Christmas all because you’re spending time with your new team mates now?”

“What? What does not calling you have to do with them? I’ve just been too busy lately.”

“Too busy?!” and now I’m yelling into the telephone, “You’re too busy to come see me even for a day during the holidays?”

“I’ve already explained the situation to you!” Philipp replied me. He’s starting to sound irritated although you can tell he’s trying to keep his cool. There’s a long moment of silence and I thought he hung up on me but I can hear him breathing harshly, trying to calm his temper.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I tell him. Again there’s a moment of silence only broken by the sound of his television playing in the background. “I can’t be the second option to your new friends anymore.”

And before he can even respond, I hang up.



ix. December 2005
“I pictured you in the sun, wondering what went wrong, and falling down on your knees, asking for sympathy. And being caught in between all you wished for and all you’ve seen. And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in.”

There’s a knock at my door and I’m surrounded by piles of clothing and a large suitcase as I sort out what I need to bring with me on the trip home and what can just stay here. And as I carefully extract myself from the heaps of clothing I can hear another two rings on my doorbell.

By the time I finally make it down the stairs to my front door there’d already been two more rings. I’m wondering who’d be so annoying and so childish to ring this many times, so obviously the last person I’d expect would be Philipp.

I hadn’t talked to him in about a year.

I just sort of opened the door and stared at him, not really knowing what to say.

“Hey” he says, and before I can reply he goes on, “I was going through my old mail and I found this Christmas card that you gave me a long time ago and I…”

He trails off and looks at me pleadingly. I’m still at a loss for words.

Instead of saying anything at all I step aside and lead him into my living room, and offering him a seat on one of my sofas. I offer him a cup of coffee and he kindly accepts.

I come back out with a mug of warm coffee, and I can’t help but notice how he looks a little lost sitting on my couch. A little uncomfortable and a little awkward, but at the same time he looks as if he really wants to be here.

When I pass him the mug he mutters a little, “thanks,” and reaches for it. But when his fingers touch mine just lightly while trying to take the coffee I feel a little jolt go through me and I drop the mug and send it crashing to the ground spilling the contents all over the hard wood floor.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Phil says as he gets up and kneels on the ground to try and soak up the coffee with tissue paper.

And maybe the apology was just for not getting a hold of the mug but maybe…

I kneel down and grab his hand from frantically wiping at the ground. I take his face in my palm and make him look me in the eye. I move so that my face is near centimeters from his and our lips are just about touching. He closes his eyes and I kiss him, just as light as if this was our first.

“Apology accepted,” I whisper as a tear rolls down his cheek and I kiss him again as the shards of glass lay forgotten on the ground below us.



x. December 2006
“You say that love goes anywhere, in your darkest time it’s just enough to know it’s there. When you go, I’ll let you be, but you’re killing everything in me.”

I step back and admire the tree that we’ve just spent five hours decorating.

First the ornaments were too cluttered, and then they were too spaced out. After that the lights weren’t working properly so we had to run out and get some new ones. And finally after all that, we realized the top of the tree was too high up and the angel wouldn’t fit on top without hitting the ceiling. So we had to remove all the lights and ornaments, take the tree outside and get the top bit cut a little shorter.

I never knew Phil was such a perfectionist.

And as we stood there with tiny multicoloured lights flashing in our eyes, Phil turned to me and said, “So… the transfer window’s coming up.”

“I know,” I reply.

“Are you gonna… well, you know.”

“I… I honestly don’t know.” I can feel Phil stiffening and becoming completely still next to me as his muscles stopped moving around so much under the weight of my arm.

“I should have given you a reason to stay,” he says quietly, trying to hold back tears.

And for once, I’m dead silent. I don’t even know what to tell him.

I want to say that if he had given me anything at all, it is a reason to stay. In fact, he’s my only reason to stay. But I can’t tell what the future holds and whatever happens, will happen. I want to tell him that if anything, everything he’s ever done is just more and more reason to keep me here with him. I want to tell him no matter what we’ll keep in touch and no matter how often I’ll get to see him I’ll always miss him. And above all I want to tell him I love him more than any of the money, the fame or the glory that any of this could give me.

I try to seal everything I want to say into a single kiss that would stop his tears. I don’t know if I succeeded or not, but I’d like to think that I was able to make our Christmas a little brighter and a little bit happier regardless of whatever change lies beyond the near future.

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i. Cathedrals - Jump Little Children
ii. Butterflies - David Garza
iii. And We Drive - Kalan Porter
iv. What Are You Afraid Of - West Indian Girl
v. Somewhere Only We Know - Keane
vi. Save Me - Remy Zero
vii. Delicate - Damien Rice
viii. Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
xi. In the Sun - Joseph Arthur
x. Polaris - Jimmy eat World
 
 
Current Music: Marching Bands of Manhattan - Death Can for Cutie
 
 
 
misssamjones on December 22nd, 2006 11:13 pm (UTC)
Oh Haley. *sighs* This was so beautiful.

It was so.. anst-y, sad, happy, fluffy, lovely and perfect.

I loved it.

Who Girl #2: Football; Bayern Munich - schweini/owenlogic_less on December 24th, 2006 08:22 pm (UTC)
Ah Lea! I'm SO glad you liked it! ♥

MERRY CHRISTMAS M'LOVE ♥
Kat: pouty!lukaswispykitty on December 22nd, 2006 11:25 pm (UTC)
:(

So sad. So lovely, but so sad! I loved it, but was near tears at the end. But that of course is just a sign of how good it was, evoking the strong emotions. :)
Who Girl #2: Football; Schweinsteiger - upsetlogic_less on December 24th, 2006 08:23 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad I could get that kind of a reaction out of someone!
Sorry I made you sad :(
I hope to be able to write some really happy Lahmgreaves soon! When he decides not to leave, at least for a while. *crosses fingers*
c0v89 on December 23rd, 2006 12:22 am (UTC)
Beautifully sad.
Made me want to cry.
*sniff*

Loved it; though it made me sad.
;D

AND YAY FOR LAHMGREAVES.
it exsists dammit!



you have no idea how much I squeed when I saw this on my flist. Lahmgreaves; must be more of this *sigh*.
Who Girl #2: Football; Lahm - dirty and worriedlogic_less on December 24th, 2006 08:24 pm (UTC)
AW LINA, *HUGS YOU* ♥!

LAHMGREAVES, SPREAD THE WORD!
I love pioneering new OTPs.
this one deserves SO much more love.

I wrote another one a LONG while ago but I'm really ashamed of it now, 'cause it was crap.
I might repost it in this comm, but ehhh, I'll see :S
c0v89 on December 24th, 2006 09:43 pm (UTC)
Lahmgreaves so so does!

OOh. I want to see *bothers* xP
Sailor... for real.: Fussball Aachen Topburningliz on December 23rd, 2006 12:58 am (UTC)
Lovely
♥ pretty damn cute
I love how the tension raised, then fell and got released and things DID sort out at the end, even though I am not a big fan of "open ends" - I must admit I LOVED this one

just a few thingies:
in the pretext I think it was:
"too often but when" - there should be a comma before "but"
I think there were a few other minor comma thingies I noticed, but that's just me a) being really picky b) I read so slow that a snail would win a marathon crawling while I read a story. -> which leads to me being picky and looking over everything uber-carefully... *ehem* XDDD ^____^

#6.
"is hands change position on my back and I can feel his body heat radiating off of him and into me."
-> the double off-of really confused me o.O ^^" either-or

#9.
"By the time I finally make it down the stairs at to my front"
same thing:
either "at" or "to" ... anything else sounds off and leads to confusion ;)) *blinks*

The fourth one is my absolute fav.!!! ♥
Can't put into words how much I love it
especially that “I’m scared,” he tells me. “But I like you too much to run away now.” REALLY REALLY REALLY TRULY GOT ME!!! *sighs*

awesome work, great job, well done *____*
Who Girl #2: Football; Bayern Munich - schweini/lahmlogic_less on December 24th, 2006 08:27 pm (UTC)
THANK YOU for correcting me!
some of those were actually typos.
I think I might need to go back and proofread the whole thing for fluidity.

Aw, I'm glad you liked that one!
That line really came across to me too when I read it over.
I was a little surprised that it hit me as strongly even though I wrote it myself :S
just seems like something Phil would say, haha.
just another girl, alone at the bar. ♥: FOOTBALL // lahmgreaves is lovexbrokenglass on December 23rd, 2006 01:24 am (UTC)
HALEYYYYYYYY! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. SOSOSOSO MUCH. YOU ARE MY MOST FAVOURITE PERSON EVER. ♥♥♥♥ *glomps*

Aww. & you used my mix too! YOU ARE SO AWESOME. Thanks! BEST. XMAS PRESENT. EVER! ♥♥ ILY.

I'm just gonna post my rambling thoughts as I read through::

Maybe it’s his smile. Or the way that he says hi to me like we’re old friends even when he could barely remember my name. Funny thing is, I always remembered his; Philipp Lahm.

AWW!

And to think, I got the reaction I wanted by simply adding a “P.S. Happy New Year too!.”

LOL. XD Aww. He's so adorkable.

Maybe it was just me, but when his fingers lay over mine so lightly, even between both of our gloves, and my hair soaking wet from laying in the snow, I didn’t feel cold at all.

Aww. You're trying to KILL me with this stuff, I just know it. That's so cute. It's all so sweet. ♥

He takes one look at me, walks over and captures my lips in a perfectly positioned kiss. At first I’m too shocked I forget what to do with myself but before I could even kiss him back, Phil pulls away.

“I’m scared,” he tells me. “But I like you too much to run away now.”


OH GOD, you're way too awesome for words. ♥♥ This is the best christmas ever. :D

I was asleep before I’d even gotten to nine hundred seventy eight.

OMG HALEY YOU ARE AWESOME. They're so cute. I love it, I love it all.

But in the end neither of us will be able to deny pretending to be more drunk than we actually were and agreeing that breaking promises such as these would be perfectly acceptable in the future.

Oh gods, this is so perfect. ♥ Aww. I'm so happy right now. Thanks so much. ILY!

And what we have, whatever this is, is summed up so perfectly in just one delicate gesture. As always, Phil knows what’s best.

Aww. My heart is seriously going to burst from this adorableness. ♥♥

“I can’t be the second option to your new friends anymore.”

And before he can even respond, I hang up.


Aww. And now your going to break my heart too!? Aww. :( *sniffles* That was so sad. ♥

“Apology accepted,” I whisper as a tear rolls down his cheek and I kiss him again as the shards of glass lay forgotten on the ground below us.

AWW! Again. :( That one was sad. I don't even know why, cause it was actually happy. But still, cute. ♥♥♥

I should have given you a reason to stay,” he says quietly, trying to hold back tears.

*cries* AWW. HALEY THAT'S SO SAD! Why do you torture me so? :(:(

I’d like to think that I was able to make our Christmas a little brighter and a little bit happier regardless of whatever change lies beyond the near future.

OMG HALEY!! That's perfect. That just sums up everything.

Thanks soso much hon! This is seriously the best present ever. It's so perfect. You rock so much. I love you! ♥♥ Merry Christmas! *hugs*
Who Girl #2: Football; Bayern Munich - sexy backlogic_less on December 24th, 2006 08:29 pm (UTC)
LOL AWWWWWWWWW!
LONGEST COMMENT EVER, OMG.
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!

I'M SO SO SO SO SO GLAD YOU LIKED THIS!
like, I was scared you'd think it was crap!
and I really wanted to give you such a good fic!

ILUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU ♥!
just another girl, alone at the bar. ♥xbrokenglass on December 24th, 2006 08:53 pm (UTC)
I LOVED IT SOO MUCH I HAD TO WRITE A LONG COMMENT! ♥♥

IT WAS AMAZING. I EVEN MADE A SPECIAL TAG FOR IT IN MY MEMORIES!!!!
seriously, it was the best ever present. thank youu so much!

ILY! ♥♥

<333333
~dorkamatronic on December 23rd, 2006 01:33 am (UTC)
This was so lovely. *Sighs*
Who Girl #2: Football; Bayern Munich - schweini/lahmlogic_less on December 24th, 2006 08:30 pm (UTC)
*loves you*
Pixie: Werewolf!Lahmpixie_pan on December 23rd, 2006 02:51 am (UTC)
*snuffles*

Aww!

I'm ODing on Christmas schmoop of awesomeness, and yours is just AMAZING!

You know, until today I hadn't read any Lahmgreaves? Now I've read two! ^_^ (Using a snuglies icon seems inappropriate for this fic, so I'm using my only other Lahm icon...)
Bumdeay: ron an oletatzy on December 23rd, 2006 02:51 am (UTC)
wow that was just a perfect christmas fic :)

Not gonna list fave bits cos not enough room - loved all of it

thanks for listing all the songs - only recognised remy zero an delicate but they fit really well
tweed Pants: Lahmitweedie on December 23rd, 2006 04:16 am (UTC)
Wow, just...wow. Sweet and angsty and perfect.
You know how I feel;: phillip lahmunembraced on December 23rd, 2006 07:43 am (UTC)
oh this was brilliant! I love the songs on that fanmix =D
Kerridieuepargne on December 23rd, 2006 12:16 pm (UTC)
i somehow stumbled upon this fic out of random, needed a new OTP to open my options too. and this was a perfect fiction to convince me that lahm/hargreaves has so much love. thanks a lot for that beautifully written fic. *hearts*