I don't own this...lol...: D

This is a sequel 2 my first fic, I hope everybody likes it: )

And thanks 2 BeckyRocks-x and Freak4life108 for their great reviews: )

Dedicated to my fantastic Beta Violence, it's a privileged: D

That's like an acceptance speech lol...

It was dark and cold, but he was still hiding. He was frozen in place
staring, staring at nothing and everything. They'd gone upstairs. Howard had
lead her upstairs to the flat that they shared his arms full of her stuff.
Eventually he'd summoned the strength to go up there himself, his feet
dragging behind him as he made his way up the stairs. He felt desolation. He'd
never felt like that before; so empty that he wanted to cry and never stop.
What had happened? Why was it...like this? He loved Howard and he was pretty
sure that Howard loved him, so who the hell was she?
When he stepped into the flat it was an empty mess, HER things were scattered
everywhere. She'd only been there five minutes and already she'd contaminated
their space.
His heart stopped beating at the sound of a giggle and a clink. He turned.
The flat was dark, so dark he could see for the first time the shaft of light
under Howard's bedroom door. She was in there with him.
He didn't stop to think. Moving on impulse only, he darted into his bedroom,
closing the door behind him softly. He pressed his ear against the thin wall
that divided him from Howard. They were talking. His ear pricked up at the
familiar creak of Howard's wardrobe door, there was a rustle, and then: 'Oh
Howard...you kept it!' She had gasped, her voice flooding the fabric of the
wall. 'My old uniform,' she giggled. His pulse suddenly slowed at her words.
'Well, I always thought you might have come back.' It was clearly Howard
speaking, but he sounded so different. 'I wanted to.'
'We had such good times at the Zoo, better than the ones before, do you
remember?'
'Yeah, I do,' Howard answered back, half sighing half chuckling as he spoke.
'I was happy at the Zoo, Howard.' The Zoo. She'd been at the Zoo, she'd
worked at the Zoo with Howard... so she was the other Keeper. There had been
another keeper who had lived and worked with Howard just like he had, but
they'd been gone a whole year before he'd arrived there.
He glanced behind him, tracing the outline of his Nicky Clarke
hottestyoucouldget straighteners, which sat on his bed. But they weren't his.

His eyes widened. They were her's. They were her Nicky Clarke
hottestyoucouldget straighteners. He'd found them gathering dust in a drawer
when he'd first moved to the Zoo.
Hang on though, she'd known Howard before the Zoo; she'd said it, he'd heard
her. So how long had she known him? As long as he had? Longer maybe? How long
had Howard been keeping her a secret from him? Why had Howard been keeping
her a secret from him? So much didn't make sense.
'Bainbridge said, he said he...'
Bainbridge had said he'd slept with her. He remembered now, how Bainbridge
had taunted Howard with the fact. The conversation he'd over heard between the
pair that had never made sense at the time, but now it did.

'So she's finally left you then, Moon...'
'Bainbridge was a jerk off! He was just jealous of you, Howard,' She
continued cheerfully, but something about her voice sounded forced. A forced
cheerfulness, not real, not happy like him. 'I'm going to be better here, like
I was at the Zoo. I'll be better won't I?'
'You can work with me and Vince in the shop. You'll like Vince.' Howard had
sounded strained as he spoke. It was him. It was because of him. Howard didn't
even want to say his name in front of her.
'Do you like Vince, Howard?'
At the sound of her question he tensed against the thin barrier. Every particle of him seemed to vibrate waiting for Howard's answer.
His phone suddenly exploded into life in his pocket. Cars by Gary Numan
drowned out Howard's reply.
'Vince!' , the phone! They had heard him. They knew he was in here.
He didn't think. He couldn't think. He heard them moving and then he
just...ran. He ran out of the flat, down the stairs. He ran away from the
shop. He was running. He ran away from the flat, away from the shop, away from
Bollo and Naboo, away from Her. He ran away from Howard, and especially he ran
away from himself.

He ran away from Vince Noir.