Do I Know You? || James Marriott AU

7: What's The Point Of A Friend?

Trying to move felt like agony rattling his spine, his injured leg pumping blood desperately to numb it, yet significantly failing while Will yelped time and time again with only the slightest of movement. James was getting stronger, due to his working out, but that kick felt like singeing fire, hitting every particular nerve you wouldn't want to feel in discomforts, yet Will had no choice.

"Why did this.. lead to all this shit?"

"Was it my fucking fault for having basic human rights for going outside?"

Questions like this were muttered in abundance by the captive, as he would look up to the din surrounding of an office, feeling nothing but empty. As much as he hated to say, to fathom.. he needed James. Needed him like oxygen, like a beating heart to compensate his soulless being as of now. He felt dead, yet alive and alienating everything, it felt like void.

It was strange. Will was being beaten by James, yet craved the sight of a friend there. Friend, foe.. manipulator? But, even with an injured eye that spread more bruising, a leg that throbbed with rush, and a mind that was being poisoned. Metaphorically, yet draining it.

Then he'd stay in a silence for a bit, again thinking things over. To be fair a dim room wasn't the most comfortable, and the thought of James doing anything on the other side, killed him. He wanted to just look and see if he was just doing his own thing, guitar, vocal practice. But he was locked in, making the guy feel so ill it was hard to even assume he didn't black out again.

Lolling his head back, Will just sighed heavily and closed his eyes, trying to ease himself into a state of somewhat normal, and it stayed zen for a few, until the sound of movement from the other side of the flat was heard and then that kept Will alert. "Oh great, what now?"

He seemed frustrated, however a few more shoves, a few more clicks and probably booting up his amp, it was clear when a guitar's string hummed and it sent a dull reverberation throughout. "Okay then, fucking, "stay in denial" shit." He mockingly sung part of the verse to James' new release 'Denial' as a joke, due to the fact that he was in somewhat denial himself with his emotions, thinking it fit perfectly. Again, joking around couldn't just of manifested the tune to play.

So Will seemed a bit more upbeat, jokingly mocking his captor behind the closed door, acting and gesturing from his confined spot of sitting with his legs partly up to his chest, but that fell flat as soon as more chords were being strummed in a particular order, and it didn't take long before Will's light jokes and banter to cope faded into a simple mutter of, "Oh shit." Turning him also into a sickly white, whiter than his already paled skin from being a northern lad from the UK, even shocking him at how the colour switched like fuse.

And his reaction lay there, the more the song coiled around his senses like some wiry snakes, wrapping around his ears like death's grip on him, but he felt his heart plummet when the singing commenced.

"Say what you need, so we can laugh for a while."

"Fuck he didn't-"

"And stay in denial.."

The quieter sense to James' tone that seemed almost ghostly, made Will regret even mocking the manifestations, as he shivered at how his friend's vocal range could cement him to any position he desired.

The power in the strumming after that was just making Will just think maybe this was played deliberate since he was being "in denial" as this was. Although James said it was the most based sensual song on the album, and inspired by The 1975's 'Sex.'

But obviously Will didn't have a sexual relationship with James, he himself was straight as a ruler drawn line. This wasn't for the actual raw meaning, it was for the Geordie's emotional state towards everything.