Only 13
Title: Only 13
Author: ich_heisse_kai
Pairing: Henry-centric
Rating: pg-13
Length: oneshot
Summary: I know the Only13 is a little overdone, but… I can’t help myself. Forgive me. ^^;;
Henry was envious.
He was so envious. How can they go out there, perform like that, like it was their calling, like they were put on this Earth to do that very thing and be loved for it? And then he’d go out there, perform the very same way, and get hated for it?
Henry practiced. A lot. He’d dance in that studio with the wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling mirrors for hours and when he was finally satisfied with that, he’d pull out his violin and work on that for hours more. He practiced his fingers to the bone, until a yellow-purple bruise formed under his chin, until he snapped more than one string on his bow. When he was done, every finger on his left hand was callused, probably permanent, and the soles of his feet felt bruised.
By the time he’d return home, it would be past midnight. And the same thing would happen the next day. And the next, and the next. All to improve, all to perform better, all to try and get the chants to stop.
But when he’d go out there for that little solo piece in the middle of their song, the chants began again. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much effort he put in, no matter the pain he underwent to show them he could be better, that he was trying, they didn’t care. Those little, hateful teenage girls in the audience that seemed to find joy in his suffering, would chant at him, say sorry (like they meant that, Henry thinks) but they want the 13. Only the 13.
This time, instead of coming off stage feeling bad, feeling sorry, feeling like he did something wrong, Henry felt determined. He was tired of those chants, yes, but most of all, he was tired of letting them get to him. If those little girls didn’t like him… then so what?
And when the others, the 13 they loved so much, came and congratulated him on a perfect performance, on a wonderful solo, on great dance moves, Henry felt good. He felt really good.
Then and there, Henry decided. He wasn’t going to let those fans get him down. He was a good person, he did really good at what he does, and for the first time in a long time, Henry felt a sting of pride. He was going to do better, he was going to be better, but not for them, for himself. for his friends and for anyone who is proud of him, just the way he is.
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there are so many of these Only13 fics out there... xD sorry i added another to it
my inspiration.