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Temptations: PT 2

TW: attempted sewerslide 

Wednesday, 11:42 pm

Drew's POV

My gaze fell onto the bridge a few meters away from me. I had never seen a bridge look more tempting in my life. I look around and stand up, wiping the tears from my eyes. I walk over to the bride, each step feeling like an eternity.

As I reach the bridge... what do I do now? I mean, am I seriously considering this? I'd have to leave everything behind... my friends, my family...

Well, who really cares anyway? I already lost Jake, and my parents are never home. They're always out on a dumb business trip, and when they are home, they're working or drinking. The only people I have are Henry and Liam.

As my mind started to race, I gripped the edge of the bridge, trying to keep myself grounded. It would be selfish to leave Henry and Liam as if I had nothing to live for. That's not fair to them. 

But also... I don't want them to have to deal with my bullshit. They're always there for me, even if I try to push them away. I don't deserve them. I don't deserve anything. I'm a pathetic excuse for a human being.

Of course, my thoughts were being irrational. They spiraled worse and worse, convincing me to believe the most foolish things. 

Just as it became too much to bear, I suddenly heard a voice behind me. One that I definitely didn't want to hear.

"Drew?"

I recognized his voice anywhere... It was practically burned at the back of my mind. It was Liam. I didn't bother looking at him. He saw me trembling, staring down into the drop below like I couldn't tear my eyes off it. 

"Drew... step away from the bridge."

I stayed silent, trying as hard as possible to keep myself grounded, literally and figuratively.

"Andrew."

God, I hated it when he used that name. He knows I hate it. He knows me.

"...no." I responded bluntly, my expression a mixture of emotions but my tone dull and unreadable.

Liam takes a step closer. "Andrew, step away from the goddamned bridge."

I step away from him, my hands still clamping around the ledge with a death grip. "No!" I shouted.

Liam took a couple more steps, carefully raising his hands. "Drew, I don't care if I have to drag your sorry ass away from that bridge. You will walk away, NOW."

I looked between him and the bridge, now a panicked expression on my face. "S-STAY BACK. I'LL JUMP, I'LL DO IT."

Liam's eyes narrow and he steps closer, but just before I lifted my foot he grabbed me and pulled me back, stumbling back and onto the floor with his back against the walls of the bridge. He held onto my waist with a death grip, with tears in his eyes, but he didn't care.

I resisted and tried to strangle myself out of his grip, but since he was bigger, I couldn't escape. Despite this, I still squirmed and struggled, trying to free myself from his grasp even though I knew there was no point. I had to die and I had to die fast.

After a few minutes of struggling, I broke and burst into tears, loud sobs and gasps escaping my lips as I tried to contain them. I felt exposed and vulnerable, like I had lost control. I felt him rub gentle circles into my waist as I cried, but I didn't pay much attention to it. After a moment, I fell against his chest, my body shaking from the tremors that wracked through it. Liam played with my hair and held me close in an attempt to soothe me.

I hated how he had completely torn down the walls I had built over the years, and part of me still wanted to push him away. But the bigger part of me needed him. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, trying to choke out a response but nothing came out other than sobs and gasps.

After a while, my sobs slowly started to die down. I tried to ground myself by focusing on the feeling of being enveloped in Liam's arms. It was a nice feeling, a sharp contrast to the gut-wrenching thoughts from before. I had realized that I had never been held by someone so lovingly before, not even by my own mother, that I had created a mindset that craving intimacy was weak. I didn't hate the other night when Liam held me the same way, I just thought I did. I hated feeling pathetic and vulnerable. But... as much as I hate to admit it, I loved the feeling of Liam's arms wrapped around me in such a loving manner. 

I let out a shaky breath and tried to force the words out of my mouth. "I... I'm s-sorry." I said. Liam held me a little tighter and took a moment to respond, I could tell he was probably shaken from seeing me so close to ending it all. "...don't apologize. Just... please don't do that ever again." He pleads quietly, his voice choked up. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt. I sat up slightly, my face resembling that of a frightened child. "...please don't cry."

"How can I not cry??" He says quickly, his tone raising a little. "You almost died, for fucks sake..." My expression saddened a little. "I didn't want to scare you. I can't take it when you cry.. especially when I'm the cause of it.." Liam let out a quiet sob and held me a little tighter.

"...Liam, why... why do you care so much?" I asked quietly. "I mean... I know you're my best friend and all, but after all I've done, after how selfish I've been... how can you-" 

"Because I'm in love with you, Drew!"

Liam cut me off. I sat there in shock as he cried, my mind suddenly racing again. He likes me? Of all people? I mean, I know I'm popular with the ladies, but HIM?? I never would've guessed... Then again, it makes sense... the lingering touches and affectionate gestures, and how he would dress up whenever Henry couldn't make it to a sleepover...

And I can't say I'm complaining. I've tried to deny it for so long, hell, I even dated a bratty bitch just to prove I was straight. How it must've hurt him... But I don't want to deny it anymore. I can't. 

Without a second thought, I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him into a fiery kiss. He was startled at first, a soft gasp escaping his lips. But he soon melted into it, letting his eyes fall shut and tilting his head as he kissed me back passionately.

The kiss was full of hurt, fear, shame, and love. It lasted for a while before Liam reluctantly pulled away to catch his breath, a string of saliva connecting our lips. We were both panting heavily, our chests heaving with each breath. After a moment, I let out a huff that was either a sob or a laugh, I couldn't tell. "...I love you too."

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