(a/n: when i say lil, i don't actually mean it haha. it's about 1000+ words long, so enjoy this likkle novel).
a/n: okay this fucking hurts now. rest in paradise coop, our sweet boy. we love and miss you more than you could ever imagine.
quinton's POV
the glass from the bottle smashed onto the floor, it must have been my sixth- maybe seventh. i can't fucking remember and honestly i don't care; i hope it fucking kills me. my hand grazed my phone on the bed beside me and my mind danced around the idea of calling her, maybe she might take me back? you see, me and Cynthia had broken up- nothing scandalous, we just wanted different things. she was very focused on her job and on her social media, i was focused on my music but i also wanted to spend a lot of time with her... time she didn't have. the idea that we weren't together anymore was fucking with my brain, and i can't remember the last time i was sober. we'd been broken up for just under a week and i had spent everyday locked in my room getting drunk. it wasn't good for me but i really didn't mind. i still wanted to call her so desperately but i knew i shouldn't, i couldn't make her feel guilty- after all it really wasn't her fault.
i laid on my back, staring at the ceiling- my body begging me to get up and move, my kidneys begging me to use the bathroom. i didn't want to move, i just wanted to sleep. but the aching pain in my lower body changed my mind. i swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, then when i had gathered the energy i stood up. and then i fell again. i hit the floor with a loud thump and my arm landed directly into the broken glass. ordinarily i would have screamed in pain, but i was completely numb to it now. i just laid there, the pain in my right arm clouding my thoughts.
cooper's POV
i heard a loud bang coming from upstairs, i was the only one downstairs and i just assumed it was someone knocking something over. but then i heard groans of pain, and they didn't stop. i stood up and walked upstairs, scanning each door as i walked past them. quinton's room was right at the end of the hall way- and there i found the culprit of the noise. none of us had see Q in a few days- we all heard him throwing up every morning though. it suddenly hit me that nobody had actually checked up on him. i placed my hand on the handle of the door and turned it and to my surprise it actually opened.
quinton's POV
the handle to my door turned and someone walked in, i didn't have the energy to lift my head to see who it was so i just laid still, somewhat hoping they'd just leave. but they didn't, and two seconds later cooper was on the floor next to me with his arm around my shoulders.
cooper's POV
i walked into the room and i saw quinton laying on the floor, head in his left hand and his right arm bleeding dreadfully. i practically ran to his side and placed my arm around his shoulders. "what happened?" i asked. "i fell" he slurred in reply. i tried to lift him onto the bed, but he wasn't cooperating. "Q, i need you too help me, just push yourself up onto the bed." he nodded and used the little strength he had to lift himself off the floor. he sat down on the edge of the bed, i ran downstairs and grabbed a brush. i swept all of the broken glass into a pile and moved it out if his path- i decided i'd bin it later. i then walked into his en-suite and grabbed the first aid kit from the cupboard. i sat down beside him and placed his arm on my lap. i wiped the cuts and checked there was no glass stuck in them- he was lucky and there wasn't. i bandaged his arm and smiled at him, he smiled back weakly. "thank you" he said, his voice sounding slightly more sober.
"can you take me to the bathroom" he asked, i nodded my head and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. he stood, he wobbled a little but he was more stable than before, we walked over to the en-suite and i let him go in by himself.
quinton's POV
i finished using the bathroom and turned to look at myself in the mirror. god i looked a mess. i cleaned my hands and splashed water on my face before stumbling back out of the bathroom. i opened the door and saw cooper sat on the bed waiting for me. he rushed towards me and helped guide me to the bed. i realised that nobody has ever care for me like this, i don't know what i feel- but it makes me feel good. "there's a glass of water and some pain killers on the side" cooper pointed to the table, i smiled "thank you coop". i laid down on the bed, cooper lifted the blanket up to pull it over me. "can i..?" cooper asked, pointing to my shirt. "mhm" i replied, he pulled my shirt over my head and placed it on the floor. he them covered me in the blanket and went to leave the room. "cooper", "yes" he replied. "will you stay with me" i asked. "of course. he smiled and climbed into the bed next to me. he pulled me into his chest and sighed.
cooper's POV
i ran my fingers through his hair, being careful not to hurt him. he sighed and cuddled himself further into my chest. after a few minutes the room fell silent. "i fucking love you" i whispered, kissing the top of his head. "i love you too" he whispered back. "i thought you were a sleep." i stuttered, suddenly very embarrassed. "it's okay coop, i love you' he turned and kissed me. his lips still tasted like alcohol. i smiled. "i love you more' i said as he began drifting off to sleep. i knew things would be better now, i smiled and fell asleep.
