Crushing Grief

Third Person POV

Daithi sits at his computer, munching on chips as he edits the latest video he recorded with Brian, Brock, and Lui.

Lui.

Even thinking of the squeakers name brought a smile to his lips and a flutter in his stomach. He had confessed these feelings to the man the week before, and to his delight they were returned. However, neither wanted to bring anything into the open just yet, instead opting to behaving normally with friends and cuddling late into the night. Daithi chuckles softly as he watches the helicopter Brian and Brock were flying crash into a building to avoid a rocket launched by Lui, listening to the other Irishman's angry screams and Brock's loud laughter. He smiles softly and turns as he hears soft footfalls approaching him from behind. Lui quickly pecks his cheek as he turns, with car keys in his hand.

"I'm going to go see Brock, okay?" Lui says quietly, unusually serious.

"Of course, is he alright?" He asks.

"I think so." Lui says, turning to leave. "That's what I'm going to see, at least."

Daithi nods and stands up, walking to the door and kissing his boyfriend goodbye. He returns to his chair with a sigh, his good mood replaced by worry for his friend.

Third Person POV; A Week Later

Daithi sighs and rubs his eyes, slowly waking up. He reaches towards the other side of the bed he was in but feels cold sheets instead. He blinks his eyes open and lets out another sigh as he realizes he is alone.

"Again..." He groans and sits up. He picks up his phone, and just as he expected there is a text from his boyfriend.

Hey babe I didn't want to wake you up. Don't worry, I'm at Brock's. I'll call you when I'm heading back.

After the message are a few hearts and a kissing face. He just sighs for a third time and locks his phone while lying back down.

"It's too early for this shit." He mutters into his pillow. Why is he spending so much time with Brock?

Feeling guilty, he replies to his boyfriend with a false confirmation and a heart. He angrily throws the sheets off of himself and quickly showers and gets dressed. He has a visit of his own to make.

Daithi's POV

I pull up to the hotel Brian was staying at, spotting him quickly. He looks up from his phone and stands up, waving as he approaches my car. He climbs in and I start heading back to mine and Lui's house.

The car ride is nearly silent, save for the quiet radio station that Lui always has on. I frowned and shook my head, trying to concentrate on driving rather than him.

"You okay man?" Brian asks, breaking the near silence. "You have seemed really stressed out lately."

"Yeah, a little bit... Lui has been going to Brock's place every day and staying for hours." I confess and completely turn off the volume. "Do you have any idea why? He won't tell me, he just says he'll be back later."

"I have no idea." He quietly replies, pulling out his phone again.

I furrow my eyebrows and turn onto my street. My eyes widen and I almost hit the brakes as I see Lui's car. I park in my spot and check my phone only to see I had no missed calls or texts.

"What's wrong now? Shouldn't you be happy he's home...?" Questions Brian again.

"Normally I would be... but he said he'd call me when he was leaving." I reply and shut off the car.