A Product Of The Internet

If I Woke Up Next To You

Don't mind me adding a fall out boy song to this part and being trash...but I do recommend you listen to it, it's an amazing song and it goes quite nicely with the chapter.

Noah's POV:
They always say 'home is where the heart is', but for me, the phrase couldn't be further than the truth. The hospital discharged me yesterday, and now here I was, sitting in my house that I couldn't even remember ever living in.
At first, I guess it was a bit exciting. Troye had been in a consistent good mood, despite his previous outburst at the hospital. I even helped him construct a new crib for Angelo. He was all smiles and politeness, telling me to rest and taking charge of diaper changes. (or nappy if you're from the UK, like me :3 )

It was nice to know that there was someone else caring for me, but there was always that underlying guilt in knowing this person had shared memories with me. Memories I did not have.

We sat together on the couch, watching some film on the television. I didn't catch it's name, and I wasn't really focusing on it at all. My eyes were drawn to him alone. He was sitting on the other side of the L shaped couch, holding the baby against his chest, and patting his back slowly. He cracked a small smile, as something funny occurred in the movie, and adjusted himself in his seat. As he did so, his eyes caught mine, and I tore my gaze away from him in alarm, hoping he would brush it off.

"Noah, are you okay?" He enquired, his voice wavering.

"I'm fine," I yawned, playing it off.

"You're tired." He stated "go upstairs and get some rest"

I raised an eyebrow at him and gave him an uncertain look.

"We'll be fine down here," he added, grinning down at his son, who was wide awake and gnawing at his own fist
"we're having a boys night in, aren't we?"

"Alright. But wake me if you need anything."

I trudged up the stairs and flopped onto my bed, face first. I was enveloped in the darkness immediately, although I didn't try to fall asleep. I began my nightly ritual of trying to fill in the gaps of my memory.

I could remember Marcus and Tyler, but not much else. I remembered them smiling in what looked like a restaurant, nuzzling each other. Then I saw them yelling at each other, having a heated argument. For some reason, I was upset too. I remembered some other stuff, but those came out blurry and indecipherable. I gripped at my bedsheets and screamed into my pillow, muffling the sound. Hot tears escaped my eyes and soaked into the pillowcase. My life was slowly coming undone around me and the broken prices were raining down on me, hitting me hard on the way down.

I rolled over to my side and gasped for air. I had forgotten to breathe in the midst of my meltdown.

I looked out across the hallway from inside my room to see Troye pulling the door of Angelo's nursery shut gently. As the door clicked, he let out a sigh of relief and began to tiptoe back downstairs to where he was sleeping on the couch.

"T-troye?" I called out, so weakly I was surprised he could even hear me.

He stopped dead in his tracks and appeared in the doorframe.

"I thought you were asleep," he whispered.

"I can't sleep." I said, tugging at my bedsheets sheepishly.

"I was hoping you'd...you'd stay with me tonight."

His eyes widened, but he covered his surprise by leaning against the wooden doorframe and clearing his throat loudly.

"You want me to sleep with you?"

"Um, yeah. Oh wait, not like that. Just sleeping." I blurted out, blushing violently.