Love Triangle‧₊˚✧

i love him₊˚✧

(a/n: yes i'm doing two chapters today cuz why not im enjoying writing this book yk)

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"i'll go find damon, you stay back and make sure graham doesn't run away too!" crystal stated and rubbed passed your shoulders then out the door in a hurry.

you felt her aggressively close the front door right in your eardrums and after that you decided to walk over to graham. he was whimpering in pain while being sat in the corner, you got down on his level and scanned all his injuries. you took the sleeve of your top and started to dap his bruises with it.

you told him you were going to go look for some pain relief cream and bandages in the flat. you found them in one of the cabinets and by the time you came back, graham had found a way to numb his physical and psychological pain. alcohol. he had gained the power to reach to it and grab a bottle off the kitchen counter.

you hurried over to him and took the bottle off him, "what the fuck man!?" by the time you got a hold of it, he had already emptied half of it.

graham glared back at you with puppy eyes, he kept staring and you noticed he was on the verge of tears.

you rolled your eyes, "ok, just a little bit! just 3 sips!" you handed the alcohol back to him. the biggest mistake ever.

you watched in awe as he chugged down the remaining half of the bottle at one go like a thirsty wanderer in a desert. he really needed it, you presumed and after finishing the bottle, he handed it back to you as if it was a bottle of water or something.

you were finally going to see what alex was talking about. drunk graham.

you didn't have much time to ponder. as you saw him getting an intense nosebleed preemptively. you rushed to him and put a piece of tissue over his nose but he didn't react well to that. graham jumped back with a beyond frightened look on his face as if he had just witnessed a murder.

"there's chloroform in that! you're trying to drug me- you witch!" he muttered.

you laughed at this remark, "what the fuck graham!" you went over to him but he kept stepping back. this turned into a full one chase as you ran behind him with that piece of tissue and he ran away from you. sometimes jumping over the sofa, throwing synthetic flowers on you to distract you, pushing over all the forks and spoons over the floor, etc.

finally this destruction came to a halt when he tripped over something. you stood over him and quickly put the tissue on his nose to stop the blood from wasting down. graham cried out loudly and kicked his feet in the air claming you had unconcsensually baptised him.

you sat down on the sofa and let him cry it out and be dramatic about it.

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after a while of you watching TV and hearing graham's sobs in the background, he stood next to you and told you, "i'm hungry- wait! don't you think this flat looks hideous? i should fix it! "

"ok mr mechanic. " you replied.

"ok miss y/n." he replied back snarkily then went into crazy mode.

he misplaced things then placed them back again. he moved a lot furniture into places they didn't fit into then he took them back to where they were. he threw out all the synthetic flowers saying he'd one day put real flowers in the vase after having his own gardern at the age of 82. he said he'd be living in the jungle in a tiny little shack by then.

you realised he had a habit of waffling, you found it to be cute. he talked and talked while messing up the entire flat. funny how his goal was to make it look not hideous but it only ended up looking more hideous than ever.