The Past Can't Be Forgotten. (All Time Low fanfic)

Stressed.

"So, yeah.. that's all I have to say." I looked up, staring at Jack as I explained why I had to leave the studio abruptly yesterday. In fact, I didn't have an excuse. Everything just became a little too overwhelming; the new song, the guys, me, everything was just stressing me out.

"So.. All of a sudden you felt sick. That's it?" Rian asked.

I knew Jack didn't believe a single thing I said. And I felt even worse because I was hiding things from him when all he was trying to do was to make me feel better.

"Yeah. Sorry guys." I answered.

"Do you feel better now?" Zack said.

"I think so. Thanks man."

He and Rian went to the kitchen while Jack sighed.

"Did you take your pills recently?"

"I did, Jack." I murmured. Something was telling me he perfectly knew I didn't.

"Why is there as many pills in the bottle as there was two days ago?" He said, seeming concerned.

"Well, I.."

"Look Alex. I don't count your pills because I love doing so. I do it because we said we would do everything to make you happier. You need them, ok? I know you weren't sick yesterday. I know you, there was something more. Something you really need to tell me."

"There's nothing to say Jack." I said, but my voice cracked.

"Alex. I know you, ok? And this, what's happening right now isn't you. I said I would help you, but I can't if you don't wanna be helped."

I was preparing myself for another speech from Jack, but it never came. This time, he didn't go further. He just sat on the couch and turned on the tv.

I was tired of being on the edge of breaking down all the time. Right then, all I wanted was someone who could make me feel at home, someone like Tom. Or like Jack. But one couldn't do anything for me anymore and the other was slowly giving up on me. The last thing I had was music. Hopefully, it could help me.

I went down in the studio, where my guitar and my notebook were. I had begun to write another song. One who proved I was still alive, still feeling. Because, no I didn't really like it, but I was falling for Jack. A little more each day. Even today. Even if he was getting tired of me.

"I'm gonna break down these walls, I built around myself. I wanna fall so in love with you and no one else. Could ever mean half a much to me as you do now. Together we'll move on just don't turn around..."

I wrote some more lyrics but someone opened the door a few minutes later, making me look at them.

"I have something I need to tell you.."

"Wait, I gotta say one thing first Jack. I'm sorry. I know I have to take my pills, even more now. I promise I'll take them from now. I'm sorry, I.." I got up and hugged him.

"Alright, well, let's forget I had something to say. I guess it doesn't matter now." he chuckled while wrapping his arms around me.

I really thought it was the beginning of recovery. I really did think that from then, everything was going to get easier, that somehow everything would fall back into place. But life was more suprising than I thought.