6 months. It has been 6 months since Crowley was left that morning. 6 months since he has seen the most important thing to him, Aziraphale.
6 months may be enough time to get over someone to other people, but when you're trying to get over someone who you have known since before the dawn of time. It's a little harder. Crowley has been drinking more and more often. Not wanting to be able to remember that morning. It's been the hardest thing for him, trying to forget. "I want a fresh start." He thinks to himself most nights, if he's even up. Crowley has also been sleeping more often. Yes Crowley is a demon, and doesn't need to sleep. But he has always been a fan of it. Even before. In fact, Crowley had slept through almost the entire 19th century. Only having woken up once to use the bathroom. Crowley typically sleeps for maybe a couple days at a time, but now, he's been sleeping for weeks on end. He doesn't want to wake up. In his dreams seem to be one of his only happy places, if he's not having a nightmare.
Sometimes when Crowley would drink, he would call Muriel, who was taking over the shop for Aziraphale while he was gone. He would call Muriel asking for holy water. Something that could kill a demon. Of course Muriel would never had given him any, but they did always warn Maggie and Nina of when this would happen.
Crowley has also got back into the practice of praying before bed. He prays and prays and prays for his angel to come back. He feels lonely all the time. Even though he had that lonely feeling before, it was better when his angel was around to comfort him. The angel always made him feel better. Aziraphale was always there for Crowley. Deep down he hopes Aziraphale can hear his prayers. Like Aziraphale could do anything more, but watch idly by as he prayed in agony. Praying to the heavens as a demon was hard, giving it was praying to the enemy. His hands burned whenever he spouted the word Amen.
Crowley doesn't look well, his eye bags deep. His bloodred hair messed up almost beyond repair. He let his hair grow out as well, not too much, but enough to be noticed. He has been wearing the same black under shirt for a month, as well as his gym shorts. Which is what he calls his pajamas. Crowley now keeps his glasses on all the time, given the last time he did take them off.
Crowley gets woken up by an obnoxious knocking that throbs his head. He pulls the covers from off of his head and bust, sighing hard, not happy to be awake. He crawls out of the bed, stepping over wine bottles.
His floor was scattered with them. He never thought to clean up anymore. Crowley's plants definitely knew this too, they hadn't been watered or even cared for in a long while. The plants may be brown and rotting, but they never got yelled at. Crowley knew it was his fault. The plants even felt bad for him.
Crowley steps carefully to the front door of the flat, being in bare feet wouldn't help him if he stepped on a glass shard. The knocking comes again. "Coming!" He yells to the door, yawning at the same time. Crowley opens the door, rubbing his eyes. "Hello." The person says. Crowley recognizes the voice. It was cheery and happy. Smooth. It was Aziraphale. "What the hell are you doing here." He threatens very annoyed and angry. He can't just come back like this. And why did he sound so happy. Crowley's headache gets worse.
He looks at Aziraphale's clothing, noticing it is different. It looks clean and new. It seemed blindly white, hurting Crowley's eyes even with him wearing glasses. He wasn't wearing a waist coat. Instead, he wears a sleek grey suit, with a yellow bow tie. The suit jacket seemed to be the only baggy piece of clothing on his body. I guess Aziraphale had argued for that, as his pants and shirt fit him perfectly. It was weird for him to wear clothes like this, he always wore the same baggy outfit on earth.
"Just go." Crowley grumbles, rubbing his head while he tries to close the door on the angel. Aziraphale puts his hand on the door, stopping it from being closed. "I'm sorry, but I'm not sure where to go sir." Aziraphale says, keeping his hand on the door as to not get locked out. "This seems to be the only place I know." He tries to explain. Realization had hit Crowley. "He doesn't remember me." He thinks to himself. "Did Heaven kick him out?" They stand in silence, even though Aziraphale couldn't see Crowley's eyes, he knew they were looking directly at his. "This is just like Jim, or Gabriel. If Aziraphale was kicked out they may have found out his motives." Crowley now looks down to his shoes. "I'm sorry, do you mind if I come in." Aziraphale breaks Crowley's thinking. "Let me think!" He yells, still looking down. "If Aziraphale were to have been kicked out, why would he have gone to Earth. He likes earth and they know that." Crowley sighs. "Just come in." Crowley grabs the angel. He slams the door behind them. "It's riskier for him to be out and about."
Crowley doesn't want any more trouble than they have already been through. It seems that sharing your flat with your 'ex' is better than getting heaven even more on your bad side to Crowley.
"Stay here." Crowley tells him. He rushes into his own room and opens his closet. Besides his clothing, Crowley keeps an extra pillow and blanket on the floor. He angrily picks them up. "Why couldn't he have just gone back to the bookshop; that's where he spent all his time anyway." He mutters to himself. Crowley shuffles around the wine bottles back into the living room. Crowley sets up his couch with the blanket and pillow messily. "You can sleep here tonight. We'll talk about your 'problem' in the morning." Crowley grumbles, going back into his bedroom, slamming another door.
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Aziraphale sighs and sits on the couch. "I wonder why he was so mad?" He asks himself. To Aziraphale, he hadn't done anything wrong. That morning didn't happen to him. All he knows is that he was walking down the street and saw this building, it called to him, like it had an aura. He followed the aura up to the flat he now is sitting in. Aziraphale doesn't even know his own name, or the name of the man who let him stay. One thing Aziraphale does know is that the man knows him, why else would he be so mad. Nobody just randomly gets mad at a stranger like that.
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Crowley lays back in his messy bed, not being able to get to sleep. "Why did he come to me?" He stares at the ceiling, watching his fan go in circles. "Why did Gabriel go to him?" He asks a rhetorical questions. "They always seem to go to people they're in a quibble with." He turns to his side, now looking at the lamp beside him. "I wish this would end." Crowley thinks to himself, trying to get some sleep.
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Lover Boy - A Good Omens Fanfic
Fanfiction6 months after Aziraphale had left him, Crowley gets woken up by a knock at his flat door. it's Aziraphale, but he doesn't remember anything.
