Smalltown Boy

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08:39

Amari's eyelids opened slowly, only seeing the other pillow next to him, with no Bill.
He had a huge headache because of the alcohol he drank the past few hours, he still had the effect of Heroin.
He slowly sat up looking around the messy room him and the singer was sharing.

"Bill?" Amari rubbed his left eye, snatching the blanket off him and getting up, he thought Bill was in the bathroom taking a shower or getting ready, he was surprised to see the door half opened, when the singer was getting ready he would always close the door.

He pulled the door a bit more open, removing his curls out of his face with his hand, seeing Bill's white and unconscious body.

His eyes widened. He took the few steps closer to Bill.
He got on his weak knees from the shock of seeing the one he loved on the floor not even knowing if he was still breathing. He took Bill's shoulders in his arms, pulling him up to his own chest.
"Bill fuck do you hear me?!" shaking Bill's weak body.

Amari didn't even know what to do, he was about to cry. He placed his ear on Bill's chest, looking for a heart beat, not finding it because of his own heavy breath, he was starting to get very worried.
He placed his two fingers on Bill's bony throat, his head was falling to the right. Amari let his emotions and a few tears out as he finally felt Bill's heart beat on his throat.
He was still alive.

"Okay Bill, I will find help, promise me you won't move from here, i'll be there in a few seconds okay?"
Amari reassured Bill through his tears even though the other boy was unconscious and couldn't hear a thing.
Amari placed Bill's body against the sink cabinet, making a hair brush and a few packets of xanax fall on the bathroom tiles.

He ran into the room desperately trying to find his phone, but the anxiety was making him forget everything, including where he left it.
He saw Bill's one on his nightstand, he ran to grab it and ran back into the bathroom, finding Bill holding his head in his hand sitting himself more comfortably on the floor.

Amari got on his knees next to Bill, taking his face in his hands, he looked so lost, and tired.
"Thank God you're okay, im gonna call for an ambulance okay?"

Amari dialed the 112, the phone number to get an ambulance in France.
When he was about to call, Bill took the phone in his hand, turning it off and closing it.
"Nein."
He leaned his head against the cabinet closing his eyes.

"Bill you fucking need help giving me back that phone." Amari tried snatching Bill's phone again, but the singer knew already and moved his hand away.

"Im fine. Im just tired."

Amari sighed, taking Bill by his arm helping him getting up. They both walked back to the bed, Amari trying so hard not to let Bill fall right there.

He left the other boy lay down on the bed, examining his body. His jaw dropped when he saw a little bruise on the side of Bill's forehead.
"Bill i think you fell on your head."

"Oh that's maybe why it hurts then." Bill placed his hand on his forehead again, forcing his eyes to stay opened.
"Give me a xanax."

"You just passed out."

"And?"

"Bill i don't-"

"Amari please just get me one." Bill cut off.

Amari sighed, taking a few steps back away from Bill going to the bathroom to get the packet of xanax on the floor.
He grabbed a cup on the counter filling it with water looking at himself on the mirror,
He wasn't looking any better.

He joined the singer in the room handing him his medication.

As Bill was getting ready in the bathroom, Amari was cleaning around, they were soon leaving for England. He threw all Bill's clothes in his suitcase, he threw all the needles away, same for the empty packets and bag of cigarettes.
He was ready already, he would always get ready before Bill, because Bill needs the bathroom for hours.