Maybe I Will (Solangelo AU)

Chapter Eleven

I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. But here's chapter eleven! I tried writing this in first person so give me feed back on whether you liked it or not. I hope you enjoy <3

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Will POV

God, how could I be so utterly stupid?!

The whole reason I woke Nico up in the first place was so I could take him to the hospital, but when he woke I was just so happy, I wasn’t thinking. Nico might be seriously hurt and now it’s all my fault. I’m a terrible friend.

I guess now’s not a good time to be wallowing in my self-pity. Anyway, barely without thinking, I scooped up Nico and booked it out of his crazy-huge mansion and plopped him in my car and began driving. When I explained what might happen to him he went ghostly pale.

Well, more than he already is.

“I’m so sorry Nico! This is all my fault! We need to get you to the hospital-” I was suddenly cut off by Nico gently placing his hand on my shoulder.

I looked over at him to see tears brimming in his good eye, yet there was a ghost of a smile on his face. “It’s alright Will. Really i-it’s fine. I’m just you guys got me out of there before things could have gotten worse.”

“I know you think it’s okay but I’m gonna apologize anyway. This was all my fault I’m taking the blame.”

“Will, you can do whatever you want, just know that I don’t blame you,” he said, his voice sounding so kind and genuine, his Italian accent still thick, and somehow even more beautiful than it already was. I just loved the way he pronounced my name, it just sounded so right-

Oh dam it! Bad Will! Quit daydreaming.

I let out a huff of air, then remembered something important, “Your father! We still need to call him!”

“Right, did you bring my phone?” Nico seemed way too calm for someone in his situation.

“No, but I can call him on my phone. Though, we’ve already tried, and it isn’t working,” Will said, still focusing on the road.

“You’re probably calling his work number. I’ll give you his emergency number, it’s one only I know, Pap'a made it a thing after my sister-,” he paused, and I decided it might have been a touchy subject. “Nevermind, just type in these numbers:”

He gave me the numbers as I dialed them. We waited until the phone picked up, I put it on speaker and heard a man’s voice that had the same Italian accent as Nico’s. “Hello?”

“Pap'a, it’s Nico,” Nico said.

“What do you want?” He sounded almost annoyed, and you could barely see the slightly hurt expression on Nico’s face if you looked closely.

“Pap'a, I was taken by some kid from school. They beat me up and I’m hurt. A friend of mine is taking me to the hospital,” Nico said.

“So?” His words were slightly slurred, and if you listened closely you could hear music in the background and laughter. I don’t think Nico noticed, and I was too worried for him to point it out.

“Can you meet us at the hospital?” Nico asked hopefully.

“No, I’ll see you later,” then, he hung up. I felt anger rise in my chest. How can you do that when your child could be seriously hurt?! I looked over and saw Nico with a completely shocked and hurt expression on his face. Tears welled in his good eyes as he ferociously tried to blink them away.

“You heard the music, did you not,” he said, his voice soft, and his eyes wide. “He was at a club, probably drunk.”

“Neeks, we don’t know that,” I said softly, trying to comfort him.

“Where else would he be? It’s just like Mama and Bianca, I’m too much of, how do you say? Burden,” he wiped away stray tears that trekked down his face.

We quickly arrived at the hospital, and parked in the parking lot. I unbuckled and put his face in my hands. “Nico di Angelo, you are not a burden. You are amazing and wonderful, and...beautiful. If your father can’t see that then he’s an idiot.”

“Don’t you see, Solace? He doesn’t care, and he doesn’t love me,” he said bitterly. “He was the last person to care. He was the last family member I had. Now he couldn’t care less if I lived or died. I have nobody.”

I looked him in the eye, and gave him a hug, reaching over a bit, but a hug nonetheless. “You have me Nico. And all your other friends. We’re your family. We love you. I love you, Nico di Angelo.”

I continued hugging him, my face in his hair. Tenderly, he hugged my back. He buried his face in my shoulder and I could feel his tears on my shirt.

“I love you too, William Solace.”

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I loved writing this! And I'll try to get my updates to be more frequent. Thank you for reading!