Bronnor (One Shots)

Break-Up

As soon as Connor set foot inside his friend's flat, Brad wrapped his arms around his friend's neck, tried to walk, but his legs were shaking.

Connor still wondered how his friend made it home in such a drunken state. He closed the door and carried him bridal style to the couch to assess the situation.

"What went wrong?" Brad sobbed. His eyes were glassy, tears streaming from them.

Connor just nodded. Now he understood why his friend lost track of his five senses. He sat him on the couch until the older boy was done crying and babbling nonsense.

"Come on, man. You really need to take a bath." Connor tried to lift his friend, but the older one resisted himself. Even though he didn't seem to stand on his own, the boy was strong enough to stay still.

"St-stay w-wi-with m-meh." Brad slurred his words.

"I'll stay. But come on, man. You need to take a shower. That's the only way you'll sober up." Not wanting to do anything, Brad was forces to get up and walked holding Connor's hand towards the bathroom.

Hot water filled the bathtub as Brad sat on the toilet. Connor undressed the drunk boy, exposing his weak half-naked body.

"Take your underwear off and get in the tub."

Connor shampooed the older man's curly hair and washed it gently. Afterwards, he did his best to lather up his body, or well, at least half of it. It seemed that his drunkenness was wearing off thanks to the bath.

"I'll be back."

"Don't go!" Brad held out his arms as he lost physical contact with the younger boy.

"I'll get a towel. Finish your bath."

He was only gone for a few seconds and that was enough for him to come back and find Brad shampooing his clothes.

"What are you doing?!" Connor threw the towel over his shoulder to pull Brad away from the now wet clothes.

"Look! It's no dirt anymore!"

"I see." Connor held back the guffaw that wanted to come out of his mouth. It was so funny what his friend would do when he was drunk. But he couldn't laugh at that situation either because Brad might take it personally and he'd end up crying. And that was something Connor didn't want to deal with at the moment.

"Come on. Get out of there." Took him to the room, dropping him on the bed. Boy! That kid, even though he looked small, was too heavy.

Connor paced around the room looking for clean clothes while the other lay on the bed. Suddenly, Brad felt someone pull him by the arm, sitting him on the bed. They lifted his arms to put on what looked like a shirt.

"Put these on." Connor tossed underwear into Brad's hands, waiting for him to get dressed while finding suitable clothing to keep Brad warm.

"You help me." Connor turned around and saw a boy who was having trouble getting his clothes on. He had no choice but to help his friend.

Brad lay back on the bed as he felt a pair of hands do the work he himself had to do: the younger boy slid a pyjama bottoms down his legs, feeling the protection from the freezing cold that chilled his body.

He was left alone a couple seconds. It wasn't that long enough, when the younger boy entered the room to find Brad sitting on the floor with the bin pressed against his chest and his head in it. The foul smell was so strong, but Connor couldn't leave his friend like that.

"Couldn't get any worse, mate. Innit?" He patted him on the back a few times.

When it seemed he would no longer vomit, he was sat back on the bed as he felt someone fiddling with his hair. What was really happening was that Connor was using a towel to dry his friend's still-wet hair and then brushing it gently. Man, he was so wrong! Brad leaned forward to vomit one last time into the bin he was hugging with all his might. He couldn't help but cover his nose and wince at what was happening.

Better clean that up or else the smell would permeate the room.

He hurried to get Brad to brush his teeth as fast as he could. Unmade the bed so that as soon as his friend returned from the bathroom, he could get into the covers to sleep and then clean up the mess caused by his friend's drunkenness. When he was done with that, he looked at Brad, who was sleeping. He didn't know what had gone through the boy's mind to commit the stupidity of getting drunk and being in such a state.

"I told you he wasn't for you. That guy's an asshole." Connor blamed himself for not being able to avoid the situation his friend was now in.

He felt sorry for his friend. He'd seen him drunk before, but not like this.

Brad is like his brother and it hurt him to see him in such state because of a person who didn't appreciate Brad's love. He wasn't sure how long it would take his friend to recover from the break-up. But one thing he was sure of was that he would do everything he could to help Brad forget the bastard who had hurt him for so long.