Getting Over Him

Addicted

Pran's P.O.V:

The bastard is holding his gear.

Thousands of questions surround my mind.

My breathing slows.

I don't even question my actions as I start asking people that I know would know where that bastard is. When they ask me why I want to know, I just respond that I just want to see what he looks like. It doesn't seem strange to them, many people have gone to the medical building to see his face.

When I receive an answer on where he is. I immediately start walking to where he is. I would run, but I don't want to receive weird stares from people.

As I come closer to the water fountain that he's supposed to be at, I see him sitting on the fountain. I walk towards him, grabbing his collar.

He drops his phone on to the floor with a scared expression as he sees me.

"DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU MADE ME DROP MY PHONE! IF IT BRE-"

"Listen here you little shit. I don't know who the fuck you think you are to be touching his gear like that. But it is not for your filthy hands to be touching, you listening?"

He grabs my arms while looking offended, scoffs before replying, "I don't know who the fuck you are. I don't know who the fuck you think you are to be threatening me like this. I can and will touch his gear as I please. He is not taken so until then nobody can be telling me what to do."

He grabs my wrists and pulls them away from him. Rage is evident in his eyes when he asks the question that I have been wanting the answer to,

"What the hell is your relationship with Pat?"

I lift up my left hand that is already ready to punch his face, because he won't see a left punch coming. As my fist grazes his cheek, the whole world starts disappearing around me.

I open my eyes while gasping.

Holy shit. It was just a dream. I can't believe I really was about to go look for Pluto and demand answers from him.

I feel a huge warmth on my left hand, I turn my head to look at what is in my hand to see the big rough hand that has always lead me through my darkest moments. I look up to see the face of the hand's owner, Pat.

What is he doing here? Where am I? What happened?

I want to ask him questions, but I see that he has his eyes closed, so I take the time to look at his features that I haven't been able to look at in such a long time. His dark brown hair is covered in sweat which makes it look like it's shining, his long thick eyebrows are relaxed, his short but dark eyelashes look so soft that I stretch out my free hand to gently touch them.

They are very soft as I imagined them to be.

His eyes start twitching, afraid that he might be weirded out by me touching his eyelashes I retract my hand.

His eyes flutter open. "Pran? Pran!"

He gives me a major bear hug. Still not letting our hands go, but for some reason I don't mind that he hasn't. I also don't want him to let them go. I wrap my free hand around his waist to return the hug. I inhale his peppermint scent, and it immediately soothes me. It frees me of any worries that I had.

I realized that I missed this. I missed him.

"Geez Pran! You had me worried sick! Do you know that you almost gave me a heart attack when I saw your body on the library floor like that?! You are so damn lucky that I was there right on time to bring you to the nurses office! She even said that you're like this because you're not resting properly! She also mentioned that you haven't been properly eating your meals!"

He scolds me while I frown, "I just forgot to eat okay? And I can't relax with all of the homework that I have to do!"

He pulls back from the hug, but still doesn't remove his hand from mine.

"Pran, that is such a bullshit excuse! You need to take a few breaks, okay? I'm going to be checking up on you more, so don't you dare get mad at me when I barge in!"

I click my tongue and look away while mumbling, "fine. You win, you can come into my room but you have to send me a text message beforehand okay?"

Pran's eyes turn into crescent moons as he smiles while nodding.

*****

Pat's P.O.V:

Pran had me scared shitless when I was at the library looking for books for my class project when I saw his body there on the floor. Without thinking, I immediately scooped him up in my arms and ran as fast as I could to the infirmary. Sure, everyone was giving me weird looks for carrying an Architecture student but I did not give two fucks.

My friend, even if he was not my friend, I would have still taken him to the nurse!

I was relieved when the nurse told me all he needed was to rest, to take more breaks, and to eat his meals regularly. As he was on the bed, all my brain was thinking about was putting my ear to his chest so that I can make sure that his heart is beating. But that would have been weird, so I just sneakily grabbed his soft yet calloused hand, gently massaging it with the back of my thumb.

God, did it feel good to be able to see him again. To be able to touch him, to hear his silent breathing.

This is how drug addicts feel when they relapse. I am the very edge of just going back to the way that I used to be with him.

I can't.

This just won't end well for me if I do.

I will just cook him, or buy him his meals to make sure that this doesn't happen again.

I just won't see him as often as I used to.

I can still be his friend.

My eyes started getting heavy as I felt so comfortable holding his hand.

Then, I felt something on my eyes so I woke up to Pran being awake!

My body got the best of me as I enveloped him into a tight hug. I was expecting him to push me off, but he didn't. Maybe he's too weak to do so, but then he also hugged me back.

It's strange.

But hugging him, smelling him, being able to hear his voice again is just too good to even question it.

I don't know if I will ever be able to get over him.

He's too addictive for me.

After a bit, I take him back to his dorm while making sure that no one will spot us leaving together.

It was hard, but worth it to talk to Pran a little more.