Memories {a Parvill fanfiction}

*^*Chapter Four*^*

Will remembered the day it began all too well. He'd returned home from work to find Parv balled up on the couch in one of his many hoodies, his eyes puffy and his cheeks wet with drying tears. The television was on, playing some show Will didn't recognise, so he thought nothing of Parv's strange behaviour.

After getting changed out of his work uniform and into some more comfortable clothes, Will returned to the living room. Now the tv was off, but Parvis hadn't moved, was just sat staring off into space.

This wasn't like him at all, and honestly, Will missed the jumpy excited Parv, even if he hadn't been gone for all that long. Deciding that something was up, the blond sat down beside his friend and rested a hand on Parv's arm. "Are you alright?"

The somewhat taller man flinched slightly at Will's touch, not actually responding to the question. Clearly, he was not alright.

Later that evening, when Parvis had been in the shower of their one bathroom, the curtain closed, Will had gone in to put out a new bottle of soap. As he was taking the old one out to throw in the bin, Parv's arm reached out of the shower to grab hold of a towel, and Will saw them.

Cuts freshly scabbed over, or just slowly closing, covered his arm. Not even thinking, Will wrapped his hand around his friend's wrist and Parv froze. Where Will's thumb lay resting above the artery on the bottom of the guitarist's wrist, he could feel the pulse of the blood increase. "W-will?"

"Parv, what are you doing?" the blond asked, his voice unusually quiet. "Did you do this?"

The Brit pulled his arm back behind the shower curtain and didn't say anything. This only raised Will's level of concern, and he leaned against the door. "I'm not leaving until you talk to me."

"Well, there's nothing to talk about, is there?" Parvis said, his tone much harsher than usual. "I can do what I want."

Will didn't say anything, just turned and left the room.

About a month later, William had brought up the situation again. Parv had talked about how it made things feel better, like how he was never able to impress Will, or how we always felt like a burden. He said that it made him forget about how worthless he felt all the time. It had been an accident, but now it wasn't anymore.

"I'm sorry, Will. I'll stop."

But he didn't, and it continued until Will struck up a deal. "Every week you go without it, I'll do whatever you want on Saturday."

"Whatever I want?" Parvis had asked with a grin.

"Yes. Whatever you want."

It took a while for the first successful week to come around, but when it did, Parv was so excited. He made Will stay home and just play video games all day. And the blond had to admit, he had a pretty good time.

On the second Saturday, they went swimming in a lake. It was pretty fun, except when Parv lost his swimsuit to the currents. It was fairly awkward - Parv didn't care at all - and Will did his best to hide the blush on his face and neck when he went to get Parv's fresh clothes for him. Parv teased him about it for the rest of the month.

This continued for quite a while until it was every week, and Will came to look forward to the Saturdays they would spend together.

Now Saturdays were hell, just another reminder of what they would do when Parv was still around. Will usually spent these days sitting in Parv's old room, turning the same picture over and over again in his hands. It had been taken a couple months before the accident, a photo of Parvis and Will, arms around each other, both grinning like the pair of idiots that they were. If you looked closely, you could see a small lump in Will's left pocket of his jacket.

He remembered that box. He still had it, an he took it out and looked at it sometimes, when nobody was around. He should have used it sooner, because now that he waited, he never got the chance.