Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2001 00:23:13
From: Jeff Langdon <jeff_langdon@hotmail.com>
Subject: Westlife Romance - Part 7

This story is pure fiction and involves the members of Westlife.  I am in no
way implying anything about the sexuality of any of their members.  This is
purely a fictional story.  Enjoy!

I would really, really appreciate some feedback on the story...so please
send any comments and/or suggestions to jeff_langdon@hotmail.com.  I would
love to hear from you!!

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Westlife Romance - Part 7

For a while, Shane lost track of time.  His world stopped as his tears fell.
  It wasn't until he heard a gentle yet persistent knock on his door that he
was brought back to reality.  "Who is it this time?" he thought to himself
angrily.  Yes, he was angry.  But at who?  At Bryan for rejecting his offer
of reconciliation?  Or at himself for messing up his relationship with
Bryan?  Shane quickly dried his tears.  There was no way that anyone would
see him crying.  After checking in the mirror and making sure that all signs
of his tears were gone, Shane proceeded to open the door.  Deep down he was
hoping that it would be Bryan.  Perhaps after some time to think, Bryan
would be willing to forgive him.  Opening the door, his hopes were dashed.
Bryan was no where to be seen.  It was Nicky.

"What is it, Nicky?" Shane asked tersely.  He was not aware how uninviting
he sounded.

"You okay, Shane?" Nicky asked softly.

"Of course I'm okay," Shane answered impatiently.  "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Can I come in?  I need to talk to you."

Shane moved to let Nicky into his room.  Closing the door, Shane continued
to put on a brave face.  There was no way he was going to let his defences
down.  Not in front of Nicky, or any of the lads for that matter.  "What do
you need to talk about?"

"You," Nicky replied.

"What?"

"I need to talk about you.  And Bryan."

"That's where you're wrong, Nicky.  You don't need to talk about me and
Bryan.  And you know why?  'Cause I don't want to talk about it, okay?"
Shane spat out.  He was taking out his anger on Nicky and he knew it.  But
at this moment, he didn't care.

But Nicky was relentless.  "I don't want to see you guys like this," he
reasoned.  Nicky knew his patience was running thin.  After all, he had
never been known for his patience.  But he tried his hardest to keep his
emotions in check.  "Don't shut yourself out, Shane."

"Would you listen to yourself, Nicky?" Shane retorted, his rising anger
apparent.  "Who do you think you are?  Why do you always have to stick your
nose where you don't belong?  I know you don't do a whole lot around here
but I'm sure you have better ways of spending your time than meddling in
other people's business."

Shane's words struck Nicky like a ton of bricks.  He was hurt by what Shane
said.  He was more than hurt and his face showed.  Right away Shane knew he
made another horrible mistake.  First Bryan.  Now Nicky.  "What am I doing?"
he scolded himself.  Unfortunately, life has no rewind buttons.  What's said
has been said.  The damage was done.

It took Nicky a moment to regain his composure.  "If that's how you feel,
then I respect your feelings." What else could he have done?  Nicky
certainly didn't want to open another confrontation with Shane.  Things were
messed up enough as they were.  And perhaps Shane was right.  Doubts began
swirling in Nicky's mind.  "I'm sorry I intruded, Shane.  I won't do it
again," he said softly, his eyes on the floor.  He turned towards the door.
"You've failed miserably, Nicky," he said to himself.  "Absolutely
miserably."

Shane's mind was in overdrive.  No way this was going to happen twice in a
day.  "Wait, Nicky," he called out, his voice faltering.  Nicky turned back
to face Shane.  "I'm...I'm sorry, Nicky..." The blond singer stood there,
not saying a word.  "I'm sorry about everything that I said..." Shane
continued, his voice begin to waver.  "I didn't mean
it...please...Nicky...don't go..." he said as tears began to fall.  There
was no use putting up a façade now.  It didn't get him anywhere before and
keeping it up sure won't get him anywhere now.

The sight of his bandmate in tears was enough to bring Nicky to Shane's
side.  He wrapped his arms around Shane, who was now shaking from his quiet
sobs.  "It's okay, Shane," he said softly.  "It's okay to cry...let it out."

Shane held onto Nicky tightly, crying on the older boy's shoulders.  No
words were spoken, but the tears said it all.  Nicky helped Shane to the
bed.  It took several minutes for the tears to stop, and when they did,
Shane was still holding onto Nicky.  "I'm so sorry, Nicky," Shane whispered.
  "I don't know what's wrong with me..."

Nicky looked at Shane in the eye.  He was so used to seeing the carefree,
confident Shane that this new side of his bandmate was very strange to him.
"Nothing's wrong with you, Shane.  You're upset.  And it's okay to be
upset."

"But it's not okay to take it out on you," Shane argued.

"When you're upset, you take things out on whatever or whoever you can
find," Nicky reasoned.  "We all do that."

"Why is Nicky being so nice to me, even after all I said to him?" Shane kept
asking himself.  "I didn't know Bryan would get so angry with me," he
finally said.

"Bryan's upset, just like you.  And that's why he is acting so cold.  Give
him some time."

"He wouldn't even talk to me.  It was like he was talking to a complete
stranger," Shane answered as he recalled his earlier conversation.  "I don't
think he'll forgive me."

"Don't be silly, Shane.  You're one of his best friends."

"Do you know what he said, Nix?  He said that I never treated him as a
friend.  That I care about Westlife more than I do about him...or any of you
guys..." he whispered, hanging his head in shame.  "And I think he was
right."

Nicky forced Shane to look him in the eye.  "Listen to me, Shane Filan.
You've been and you are a wonderful friend.  To Bryan.  To me.  To all of
us.  Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

"Nicky, he was right about me putting Westlife above everything else.
Remember how I treated you the time when you got sick in Paris?"

"I don't even remember that incident anymore, Shane," Nicky answered
incredulously.  "I can't believe you still remember!"

Shane sighed and shook his head.  "These things come back to haunt you, you
know."

"Look Shane, Westlife has been your dream since day one.  No one is more
committed to this group than you.  You are the one who made this group the
success that it is today."

"Don't give me more credit than I deserve, Nix."

"Ok, we all show up for rehearsal and stuff.  But let's face it, you're the
only one of us with what it takes to keep this group running."

"But at what price?" Shane cut in.  "At losing all my best friends?"

"You haven't lost anything, Shane.  You know how dramatic Bryan can be.
He's just angry now.  He didn't mean what he said," Nicky reassured his
friend.  "Sometimes you just need to let down your guard a bit.  I mean,
loosen up a bit.  That's all you have to do.  Don't change yourself into
someone you're not.  We all accepted each other for who we are the day we
formed Westlife."

Shane looked at Nicky in awe.  Sure, he always knew Nicky to be the
level-headed one of the group.  The responsible one.  But only now did he
truly appreciate the inner qualities of his band mate.  "Thanks Nix.  What
you said meant a lot to me.  Thanks for being up front with me and thanks
for being here for me."

"Anytime Shane," Nicky replied as he gave Shane a big, reassuring hug.
"Give Bryan some time.  I think he just needs some space to sort things out.
  I'll try to talk to him a bit later."

"Okay, Nix.  You're awesome, you know that?  And I really, really didn't
mean what I said earlier.  You're more valuable to Westlife than you'll ever
know," Shane said with conviction.

Nicky merely smiled and hugged Shane again.  "Get some rest and we'll go out
for dinner later on, k?"

"Sure thing, Nix."

"I'll talk to you later."

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Meanwhile, in another part of the hotel...

"Harder, Kian...fuck me harder..." moaned Derek as Kian plunged his cock
into his ass.

Kian responded by fucking Derek with greater speed and force.  As both of
them neared the climax, Kian's cell phone rang.

"Shit," Kian said aloud.  Picking up the phone.  "Who it it?" he growled.

"Well, it's nice to hear your voice too..." Mark replied.

"Sorry, Mark...didn't realize it was you."

"Where are you anyways?" Mark asked.  "There's no answer in your room.  I
thought you were getting some sleep?"

...to be continued....

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Hope you enjoyed this segment.  Let me know what you think!!

I'd love to hear any comments/ideas/questions.  Please e-mail me at
jeff_langdon@hotmail.com.