Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

121) Open the f*king door

Brett takes a deep breath. He's survived the rest of the rehearsal and left as quickly as possible without being rude. Of course he has sent another message to Eddy and tried to call, but there has been no answer whatsoever. Again. So now he's standing at Eddy's door with a satchel containing fried rice and Kung Pao chicken in his hand. It smells so delicious that he almost started eating it when he was waiting for the bus to Eddy. Who according to Timo probably hasn't eaten much lately. Will Eddy open the door? Will he be mad he shows up like this? If so he has the food to comfort him back home. He sighs deeply. God. That would be the worst outcome tonight.

"Here goes nothing." Brett says softly towards the door. He stretches his hand and pushes his index finger on the doorbell. After a full thirty seconds of waiting he decides to ring it again and to knock at the window. There is no answer. He deliberates for a moment, puts the satchel down, picks his phone out of his pocket and types a message.

'If you dont open this fucking door rght now,
I'm going to keep ringing for a full 5 mnutes
and then I will kick the door in. Try me.'

He waits five seconds and then puts his finger on the doorbell. He pushes it hard and keeps on pushing, the following noise deafening. But after a full twenty seconds the door is still closed and Brett starts to panic. What if something really bad has happened to Eddy? What if he slipped in the bathroom and hit his head? What if he has done something to himself? What if he really doesn't want to talk to him?
When he sees light flooding the hallway and movement behind the door he could almost cry with relief. The lock opens way too slowly for Brett's liking and then the door finally opens.

"Eddy!" he practically yells and steps forward towards a very haggard looking Eddy. His skin is white and the deep, blue rings under his eyes that stretch to his jaw would make a Goth jealous.

"What." Eddy says agitatedly, deliberately not looking Brett in the eye.

"Let me in, please."

"What do you want?" Eddy says curtly.

Brett can't believe Eddy is using this tone with him. What is happening? Did he do something wrong? He frantically thinks back to the last day together, but can't think of anything.
"I'm here to talk with you, obviously."

Eddy sighs and reluctantly steps aside to let Brett in.
Entering the living room Eddy doesn't sit down. He crosses his arms defensively and automatically Brett does the same, wondering what will happen next. Eddy takes a deep breath.
"Okay. I'm going to let you say what you need to say," Eddy says flatly, "so you can leave."

Brett stares. "What?"
Eddy keeps on looking at the ground instead of at him. It's really upsetting and Brett's heartrate increases.
"What, Eddy? What happens when I leave?"
Eddy pushes his lips tightly together, his gaze averted still.
"You mean that then we're over?" Brett's voice shifts up an octave. He can't mean it like that, now can he? But seconds pass, while Eddy doesn't deny it, keeping on looking angrily at the floor instead, his mood obviously sour. Wait. Is Eddy really breaking up with him? Why? Brett is so confused, angry and hurt, that he feels nauseous to the brink of throwing up. "Seriously?" Brett continues, helpless and indignant. "What the fuck is going on, Eddy? We've been together most days last couple of weeks, talking about helping each other, having fun, practising alongside each other. And now you thought you could fucking ghost me and be done with me like that?"

A single tear runs over Eddy's right cheek. "It's for the better, so stop making a scene."

"Like hell I will! I can't shut this off as easily as you are, Eddy." Brett yells desperately.

"You think I don't care as much as you?" Eddy scoffs.

"You're sure as hell acting like it."

"You have no idea how wrong you are. Of what I'm going through. I-"

"I fucking love you, okay?" Brett half yells, finally, irreversibly. He knows he has never said it out loud, but he knows it's true. He can't keep this from Eddy for a second longer. Will it help to finally have it in the open? Eddy freezes on the spot, eyes wide and he swallows profoundly.
"There you have it. You not making it fucking easy right now, but I'm in love with you."

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A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger! I have to admit writing is really hard right now with them breaking up with us, but I've decided that I'm going to continue and finish this story. Although it's (very) loosely based on their persona, it's my story, and I want to see where it brings me. I hope you will all stick with me to see the ending. Love you all.