Unbreakable Love

The Bed With Hidden Treasure

Jayden's POV

As furious as I am with my discovery under Graysons bed, I wait until he comes out of the bathroom so he can explain it himself. I cross my arms waiting for that door to open. It seems like an eternity standing there waiting for him, desperately in need of answers. I just can't believe he would do this, or many there can be some sort of logical explanations to this whole thing. I finally see the door handle twist and the door opens.

Grayson comes out wearing a towel around his wait. "Woah- Jayden what are you- I told you not to come in here!" He says outrageously which only pisses me off even more. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something but immediately stops when his eyes capture the attention of what I was holding in my hand. "Where did you get that?!" He says with a complete switch of expression on his face. "I would ask you the same question. Why the fuck do you have this?!" I say lifting up a liquor bottle. Now... I wouldn't be freaking out if it was just one. I lift up the sheet that was covering underneath his bed to reveal the empire he had of empty liquor bottles. I'm not kidding when I say he had hundreds of empty bottles under there. Piling on top of one another, nearly touching the top of the bed frame.

He turns around and wipes his face with his palm as he thinks of want to say next. "Are you going to answer me?!" I shout in need of some answers which only seemed to anger him more. "I was stuck in a room for five goddamn months! I was going fucking insane- I needed to do SOMETHING! I was planning to stop when I saw you again. Only to find out that I had to deal with your stupid bullshit too. I tried hard to give you the time you needed to talk to me again, but do you know how fucking difficult that is when your own boyfriend doesn't even wanna hang out with you anymore?! Do you?!" Grayson shouts directly at my face. I flinched a bit seeing how uncomfortably close he got to me. I will admit, he did intimidate me but I'm not going to let him see that. Seeing someone angry, especially Grayson is always a terrifying experience.

"Well, now you know how I felt when we couldn't have a proper date together cause you were too damn afraid of people looking at us in public!" I shout back.

"I was confused Jayden! I wasn't sure if I was gay, straight, bi, or whatever! How could you expect me to come out when I couldn't even accept who I was? It doesn't even matter anymore! Still doesn't explain why your bitch ass won't hang out with his own fucking boyfriend anymore." Grayson's face is clearly irritated with me. He flicks his wrist at me with a fed-up look then turns around to grab a shirt from his closet. "I just need more time." I say. To be honest, hearing him call me a bitch ass kinda hurt. Normally if this was a couple of months back, I wouldn't have cared, but since we haven't communicated in over five months... I guess you would expect things to start off easy before we got to that level again.

"More time for what?! What is there to fucking think about?? It feels like I'm the only actually trying in this relationship."

"Fuck you. Don't act like you're all innocent when you never told even me about your drinking addiction. If you were really trying, you would leave me be. Even if things got back to normal we wouldn't even be acting like a couple since you're not even out yet. The world doesn't revolve around you, ya know." I say. Before he gets the chance to say anything I leave his room. As I'm walking down the hallway that connects to his room I hear him shout "DONT YOU FUCKIN' TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS!" His yells echoed across the walls as I make my way downstairs and outside the door.

I made sure to grab a sweater before going outside since I know it pitched black out. The only lights are from the houses or the street lights. As soon as I stepped outside I felt a cold breeze run past me. It's Sunday so thankfully the paparazzi don't stay up this late as at other times. I just couldn't stand being in that house with him when he's acting like this. Especially now knowing what he has been doing in his free time.

I wasn't sure exactly where I was going to go until I remembered Liam. He lives right next to me. It was only a five-minute walk from his house to mine so I took my time. I try to get Grayson off my head and just forgot about that whole situation, but it feels nearly impossible. I just need someone to talk to...
On my way to his house, I took in the fresh night air, seeing the lights of the huge LA buildings twinkling. The crickets stridulating and chirping. It felt nice.

Grayson's right though. I've been avoiding talking to him. I guess it's cause of Jeremy... I mean, Grayson already knows what happened between me and him but... I don't know. I guess I still feel ashamed of myself. Not only that, but Grayson is still in the closet. I don't want him to get hurt if people ever catch us two holding hands or acting flirty around each other. I've dealt with homophobia for a long time, while he is still new to this. I know there's nothing I can do to completely stop from Grayson getting all this hate but... after his deadly injury, I'm not sure if he can mentally be strong for more hate after what happened with him and my dad. Now that Grayson has been hiding his alcohol addiction from me, it's just... it doesn't feel the same between us anymore. Or maybe it's because... I'm getting feelings for Jeremy...? I shake my head violently. No, don't be stupid. I'm honestly not sure what I'm talking about. I just need someone to be there.

*

When I arrived at Liam's place, his house lights were all off. I wonder if he's even home. I knocked on his front door and immediately heard Oreo's footsteps rushing towards the door, scratching on it like crazy. His nose slightly peaked out the bottom of the door creek, sniffing the outside. "Oreo it's me." I say to him to calm him down, but it only made him scratch on the door and whimper even more. I take a look through the window and place both my hands on it to get a better look inside, but it's completely pitched black. I have nowhere else to go during this hour so I knock on the door again and wait a little longer.

After what seems like an eternity I see Liam's silhouette making his way to the door. He doesn't open the door though but instead grabs Oreo and takes him somewhere eles. Oreos cries and whimpers louden when Liam carries him. That poor dog, I don't know why he's acting like that. They slowly fade away as Liam locks Oreo in another room. The silhouette approaches the door once again and turns on the lights, he then proceeds to creek open the door just enough for his head to peek through. He greets me with a warm smile when he sees me on the other side. "Oh hey Jayden, come in." He says, opening the door wider for me to enter. I smile back and enter his home.