TW: Mention of drugs
Dave had woken up in his and Kurt's shared bedroom. he turned his head to look at the clock on the bedside table near him, reading it was only 6:23am.
He sighed and slowly got up from the bed, careful not to wake Kurt. Dave had felt terrible and needed some time to himself, so he decided that he'd go have a smoke then have a shower to calm his nerves some more.
The drummer put on one of the sweaters that was beside the front door, grabbing a cigarette from the pack of Marlboros and reaching for a lighter from the sweaters pocket.
His figure sat sadly on one of the porch steps.
Slowly inhaling the tobacco of the cigarette, then proceeding to blow the rest of the smoke from his mouth. Dave continued this until the cigarette was done and ready to be thrown out.
As he put the cigarette out, he stood from the porch walking back into the shared house.
As he took the sweater back off, he felt this wave of anger wash over him. The feeling wasn't any anger towards a specific person, but himself. He was craving acid again, to feel that high. Although, Grohl didn't understand this craving. It had been so long since he's done any acid, why now?
The craving had been going for a week now, but he didn't know where to get it, plus he couldn't do it again. It wasn't worth it, especially just to feel a high? Dave was smart in that way.
As Dave made his way up the stairs and into the bathroom, he felt an even more immense pain wash over him. 'What could it possibly be now?' He wondered to himself, but it clicked in his head once he walked into the bathroom and met gaze with the mirror. Self-hatred.
This made Dave upset, as he knew that the feeling was slowly coming back. He hated it, and didn't wanna feel that way about himself anymore.
The brunette stared into the mirror, watching his body and only seeing flaws. Dave never saw anything good about himself, sure he acted like it, but that doesn't mean he felt like it.
As minutes slowly went by, Dave stayed staring at the mirror. The more he looked, the worse it got, and it felt as if he couldn't even pull his eyes away from his reflection.
He frowned at himself and slowly started to cry. 'Why do I look like that?' Was one of the main questions running through Dave's mind. He started to cry even more, sobbing almost.
Dave's knees gave out from the stress of himself, and he just sat on the ground, with his back against the cupboard.
Little did Dave know, that he had woken up Kurt in the other room. Though his cries weren't loud, and quite quiet, Kurt always knew when something wasn't right or wrong.
Kurt pushed himself off the bed, concerned on where Dave had gone off to. The blonde put a sweater in and made his way into the hallway, where he would quickly get hit with a weight do worry.
The older could hear somewhat silent cries and sobs coming from the bathroom, and it worried him as he quickly knew it was Dave.
Kurt walked up to the door and knocked softly, "Dave? Honey, Are you okay?" He asked, leaning his head up against the door. He could hear Dave sob again, Cobain didn't want to wait anymore. He was worried for his lover.
The guitarist wrapped his hand around the knob of the door before softly asking: "Dave? Can I come in, please?" And only receiving a small hum in between cries.
He let out a sigh and opened the door to find a miserable, sobbing Dave on the floor who had his knees tucked up to his chest.
"Oh Davey.." Kurt leaned onto the ground, taking Dave's face in his hands and peppering kisses where the tears were falling. "What's wrong, love..? Talk to me.." Kurt said, softly caressing the brunettes hair.
Dave only started to sob harder, resulting in Kurt pulling him in for a tight hug. Thankfully, Kurt's embrace calmed Dave down enough so that he could talk.
"Are you sure that you love me? Am I really good enough? Do you think I'm overweight? Am I ugly?" Dave spilled out his thoughts, stumbling over most of the words that came from his mouth.
"Oh Davey.. My love, why would you think that about yourself?" Kurt asked, only reviewing silence from Dave. The guitarist sighed and held Dave closer to him. "I'm very sure that I love you, and of course you're good enough. I knew that since the day I met you that you were more than good enough. And no Dave, you're not overweight at all. You have such a pretty body Dave, and even if you were I'd still love you the same. Plus, I really can't believe you think you're ugly! Dear god Davey, you're the most beautiful man on the earth. I love your eyes, your smile, your face, your personality, your hair, your body, your spirit and soul.. I love you Dave. And I mean it to the end of this fucking universe."
Kurt spilled his heart out onto Dave. And Dave just smiled with a tear or two running down his face. "You mean that? Really?" Dave asked, and Kurt gave a smile and very reassuring smile in return.
The two shared a hug full of love and care.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, I am now." Dave responded.
"I love you so much Kurt."
"I love you too Dave, to the ends of the earth."
The two kissed, both having smiles tug at the corner of their lips.
The End
