Beautiful

Chapter 1 - Can you see me? Here I am.

Kevin always seemed to look at Nick.

Kevin would often look at Nick when Nick was playing his guitar and was humming along with the lyrics or the melody.

"He's in his element, and when he is, he is at his most beautiful" Kevin thought.

This wasn't just an out of the blue thought for Kevin. He knew he loved Nick, loved him even more than a brother.

Kevin acknowledged his feelings for Nick when he was 25 years old, Nick had been 16 then and Kevin immediately thought "Too young". It's been 3 years and Nick is now 19 years old. Kevin had been debating for months whether or not to tell Nick how he felt. But he knew there would be consequences if/when he tells Nick. First of all, no one in the group knew he was bisexual, for crying out loud, even Brian (who was his cousin) didn't know he was bisexual. Second, he knew Nick didn't feel the same way, so if Kevin tells Nick how he feels then everything would just become this awkward chaotic mess.

"No way in hell I am telling him" Kevin thought. "I will just have to die with this secret."

-That night-

Nick loved to get drunk. He knew that the other guys hated when he was drunk, and they would always tell him off, especially Kevin, but he was alone now, no one could stop him. They were currently on a week break from tour and this is how Nick would usually spend his day-offs. Nick was on his fourth bottle of beer when his phone rang. Nick picked it up on the fifth ring.

"Hello?" He yelled, covering his other ear in the hopes that he could hear the person on the phone. He was so drunk that he didn't even bother to check the caller I.D.

"Nick, what the fuck?" Nick knew that voice anywhere, it was Kevin. Nick groaned.

"What do you want Kevin?" Nick yelled (more like slurred).

"Well I was going to ask if you wanted to grab dinner, but it sounds to me like you're in a club, and knowing you, you're fucking drunk again."

"Hey I can hold my alcohol!" Nick knew this was a lie but he couldn't have Kevin knowing that.

As if reading his mind Kevin said "We both know that's not true sweetheart."

Sweetheart? Did Kevin just call him sweetheart?

"Well, you got no business with me now right?"

"Nickolas...." Oh God, Kevin only called him Nickolas when he would be in big trouble.

"What Kevin?"

"Where are you? I'm picking you up right now."

Nick laughed "No way in hell that's happening."

Kevin just said "Please make this easier for the both of us and tell me where the fuck you are right now."

Nick knew the tone Kevin was using, and when Kevin used this tone, shit was about to go down. In his normal mind, Nick would have immediately told Kevin where he was. But he's had a lot to drink tonight and it made him feel like a brave soul. Well if anyone would go up against Kevin, they were indeed a brave soul.

"Go fuck yourself old man" Nick yelled.

"Nickolas Gene Carter, I fucking swear......."

And Nick suddenly put the phone down and turned it off.

"Well, sucks to be you then" Nick laughs as he continues to finish his fourth bottle of beer.

-Hours later-

Nick was beginning to regret brushing off Kevin's offer of picking him up. He grabbed his phone from his pocket, he was about to turn it on when he suddenly thought "Hell no" Kevin would never ever let him live this down.

He paid his bill and went out of the club (more like stumbled out) and proceeded to wait for a taxi to arrive. He looked at his surroundings and there were no people around him. He kind of panicked. He never liked being in eerie situations like this and he never liked being alone. Which is why when he was younger one of the guys would have to room with him. "Dumb ass" he thought to himself.

He has been standing for what felt like an hour. Nick checked his watch and saw that it had only been 5 minutes. "5 FUCKING MINUTES?? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" Nick's drunken state had completely taken over and he was now extremely dizzy.

Nick was walking around looking for a bench, or at least a somewhere he could sit. He was so dizzy that he'd even settle for sitting on the grass. He was that dizzy. He got to the side area of the club and he saw a bench. "BLESS!!" He yelled. How he'd get a taxi at this side of the side he didn't fucking know. But he needed to sit down.

He got to the bench and there was a guy sitting there. He didn't fucking care if there was a beehive there, he was still going to sit down even if it fucking killed him.

He was breathing a sigh of relief as his dizziness started to go away when suddenly the guy tackled him to the floor and pinned him down.

Nick was in no shape to fight back, he couldn't even see straight.

"Man, what the fuck?" Nick slurred.

"Give me your wallet and your phone and I'll leave you alone" The man whispered in Nick's ear.

"Fuck no, why would I do that?" Nick yelled. He knew that his phone and his wallet were in his back pocket, but drunk or not, he wasn't going down without a fight, or at least in his case, he would try to fight.

Then the guy punched Nick in the face. Nick tried to punch back but the guy had him pinned down. "Fuck" He thought "I'm a goner" He saw the guy raising his arm again and he was expecting another punch so he closed his eyes. He felt lighter all of a sudden and the punch he was expecting never came. He heard the guy yell, so Nick opened his eyes.

It was Kevin.

How to hell had Kevin found him here? Out of all the clubs in the area? This was why Nick chose this club to get drunk at. He knew that no one would be able to immediately find him here.

He looked at Kevin punching the guy. Kevin was huge compared to the guy and he almost felt sorry for the guy.

Judging from the sounds coming from the guy, he wouldn't be surprised if Kevin killed him. He wanted to go to Kevin, tell him to stop and bring him back to the hotel but his dizziness started kicking in again so he decided to walk and sit back on the bench.

Kevin has beaten the guy to a pulp, he let the guy go and watched the guy drop to the floor. He immediately remembered the main reason why he has been driving around looking at a number of clubs at night "NICK WHERE ARE YOU?" He immediately yelled. "Where the fuck is that boy?" Kevin turned and saw Nick sitting on the bench, he wasted no time running to Nick.

"Are you okay Nick?" Kevin knelt beside the younger man checking if Nick had any other injuries aside from the bruise forming on Nick's face. When he saw that Nick was clear he stroked Nick's bruised face "Oh Nick, what have you gotten yourself into?"

Nick just murmured something and passed out.

Kevin sighed as he picked up Nick and carried him.

Kevin drove to a shitload of clubs until he found this one and thought "Knowing Nick he must have went to this one, this club is the farthest from the hotel and he thought no one would bother to check it out". Well, Kevin was right.

As they got to the car, he opened the backseat and carefully lay Nick's sleeping figure on the car seat. When Nick was settled Kevin put his cold bottle of water on top of Nick's face. "Hopefully the bruise won't be that bad" He said to Nick.

Kevin checked one last time if Nick's feet were in the way of him closing the door, and when he was sure, he closed the door and proceeded to go to the driver's seat.

He strapped himself in and looked at the mirror to check on Nick. The water bottle was still balanced sideways on his face and Nick was giving out light snores.

"What am I going to do with you Nick?" Kevin shook his head as he proceeded to drive back to the hotel.