Heavily inspired by TCOPTP and a film I can’t remember the name of !!

Owen knew you were straight. Or, at least, that’s what you said you were. Had a girlfriend and everything. She was sweet, and seemed to really like you—he’d met her once or twice—and you did seem to like her in return.

But, look, he just…wasn’t sure.

He was gay, you see? He was out to some of his mates, but this was the seventies in London, so many queer people lived their lives in the closet. He’d always been pretty aware of his sexuality, he had been kicked out at sixteen because of it. He’d just moved into his best mate’s house, where he and his parents loved and supported him.

Now, at nearly twenty, he was in a new band and slowly climbing the ranks of the music community like so many of his idols before him did. David Bowie, Queen, T.Rex, Led Zeppelin, and so on.

He’d taken you out a while back, out to see this band in this club. He’d had an amazing time, and when he looked over at you, your eyes were alight as you gazed up at the punks singing on stage. No one there knew any of the lyrics, but it didn’t matter. Everyone just kept screaming and whooping along to the beat of the song, the song thrumming. Owen could have felt the beat in his soul it was all so loud.

The friendship had moved fast, and he very much enjoyed showing you the wonders of actually good music. You spoke about your girlfriend a lot, though. Always seemed so overly defensive when he teased you, just easily saying things about you loving her and things. You always seemed to puff up, just insisting that you really did love her, like he had ever said that you didn’t.

He didn’t ever mean to let those feelings for you grow, not when you were this so-called ‘straight guy’. But, he couldn’t help it and, like he did when he’d fallen for other straight men, he just decided to wait it out until it depleted again.

The two of you were at his flat, the walls plastered with all sorts of posters. He had a record going, and was singing along to it, laughing at the way you watched him bewilderedly. He found the both startled and flustered expression on your face pretty funny, but he just enjoyed the moment.

“I mean, Bowie’s great. Like, he’s so okay with who he is, and is proud of it.”

Owen said, glancing over at you with a bright smile. The two of you were just sat together in his bed now, a record playing in the background, completing the domestic scene. He couldn’t help but glancing down at your mouth once before looking away again. He couldn’t do that, he knew that. You were straight for one, and just a girlfriend.