Will's P.O.V
We had a fight. A big one. I left. He stayed.
I was walking back to the apartment... At five in the morning. When I got in the light was on in the kitchen. He stood over a mug of coffee. He was in my big Jimmy Eat World t-shirt and boxers. It made my heart melt out of my chest.
He was shaking, shaking violently. He had a nightmare. I was always here to help. And he really always needed. I wondered what it was about. But I wasn't supposed to care right now. I don't think he knew I was standing there. He rested his head in his hands. And took a deep breath. He put his mug in the sink. I turned the corner and hid while he walked by to the bedroom. But he paused by the couch. He picked up the blanket I always used and continued.
And that my friends broke my heart into billions of tiny pieces. How the hell could I be this mad at him. My little nugget. It was something stupid too, the fight. But I threw off my shoes, jacket and lied down on the couch.
I woke up to a very strange noise. I walked to where it was coming from. Nico was hunched over the toilet. Throwing up. His hand gripped the wall. And on his finger was his engagement ring. I took mine off. What the living hell is wrong with me.
He was breathing rapidly in between pukes. I knelt down and put a hand on his back. I wasn't mad anymore. He jumped at my touch. When he was down he stood up, barely and turned on the water. He rinsed his mouth out and washed his face.
He turned to me. He was crying pretty hard. He looked hesitant to touch me. So I pulled him to my chest. He thinks I'm mad! I thought. He trembled. I picked him up and walked to the bedroom. He clung to me. I set him down and he began to cry harder. "I'm...I'm sorrrry...wi...Will." Why was he sorry?! I'm the one who started it! I should be sorry!
"I'm sorry for calling you stupid. And I shouldn't have acted the way I did. Will I can't take it if..." He trailed off.
"Nico Di Angelo just stop. We need to talk." His face shattered.
"Call the engagement off if that's where this is going Godsdamit!" He shouted. I pulled him off the bed gently.
"Not. In. One million years. I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm sorry that I'm so stubborn. And you were right for calling me stupid. I will never leave you. I promise. Nico. I love you." He sunk against my chest. He cried until no more tears came. I took his face in my hands. "Nico. Nico Nico. What am I got to do with you? What um what was the bad dream about this time."
"This. Going the wrong way. You leaving. And not coming back. You left me and I. I didn't know what to do. It was kind of like the way I expected it to go. Because I still have trouble understanding how I, me, Nico could get someone like you. And it made me sick to my stomach. And then you were there and it went way for the most part."
"Well Nico Di Angelo, or should I say Solace? I like Solace. Stop thinking like that. Because in a week we're getting married. And then I finally have you and I'm not letting you go anywhere."
