Don't leave - a Tivi Story [ON HOLD]

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When Avi awoke a pair of strong arms were holding him tightly.
He noticed his head laying on top of a chest, his own hand above the other person's heart, their legs tangled. His heart beat faster and he instantly felt nauseous. Laying in bed with his savior came sooner than expected and he didn't know if he could take it right now. His tired eyes managed to look at the sleeping man who was snoring slightly. Without him wanting to a little smile formed on his lips as he took in the beauty. Secretly he liked it, ignoring the bad feeling in his stomach. Resting his head once again he thought about what had happened yesterday.
Tim kissed him. Tim said he loved  him! How could that be? Avi had no explanation why Tim would even care to spend some time with a guy like him. He had caused too much trouble in the past and the present, although it seemed to get better, was still a shadowy place. Avi felt Tim's heartbeat under his palm and focused on the rhythm. It was steady, neither too fast nor too slow. He placed the hand on his own heart and noticed the fast pace. Was that what happened when you woke up to the person you loved?
Then realization hit him hard like a bullet. He was laying in bed with Tim.. They.. Together.
After kissing yesterday they went upstairs and Avi let him embrace him. They didn't talk, just laid on the bed until Avi fell asleep, half on top of Tim. Nothing else had happened and Avi was secretly thankful for that. He was not ready to go any further. Not yet. There was still a lot to overcome and sort out.
A quick glance at the clock told him that it was nearly ten in the morning. He was suprised and also quite proud of himself. Alone he managed to get a maximum of two hours. If he slept more nightmares would haunt him and if he didn't sleep at all his body would refuse to move. It has been a while since he had had a peaceful slumber and he knew that it was because of the slowly awakening man next to him.

"Good morning."

Tim greeted and a yawn soon followed. He stretched a little and got back into his original position, pulling Avi closer to him, resting his chin on top of Avi's head.

"Hey."

Remaining like that they listened to each other breathing and occasionally sighing. The phone rang sometime around eleven o'clock but Tim didn't bother to leave and let it ring. When lunchtime rolled around he decided to get up and make them something to eat.

"Any wishes?"

He asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Avi hid his small smile under the blanket which covered his mouth and shook his head slightly. He wasn't even hungry, hunger has never been a priority for him..Well it has been but that was long ago.

"Surprise me, I guess?"

He whispered, earning a wide smile from Tim. The taller brunette has barely heard Avi talking without a stutter. To celebrate this little success he figured he should prepare a special breakfast.

"Don't come downstairs until I tell you, okay? Also don't open the door or you will be able to tell what I'm making."

Avi nodded and pulled up the covers until he was fully under them. Tim chuckled slightly at the small brunette. Leaning down he placed a small kiss on top of Avi's head and then proceeded to walk downstairs. As soon as Tim was gone Avi got rid of the blanket and laid starfished on the bed, closing his eyes. 

He thought about many things. His life, how it was before and how it had changed. He has been a successful man, the bass of a band. He had a fiancé and they could've had a child. He had friends , family and a wonderful fanbase. A big house, filled with his favourite belongings such as his guitars and multiple photos, picturing his amazing life. He was happy but he didn't notice that he was slowly sliding away from everyone. His only focus was that one woman in his life and he neglected everyone else around him. He lost touch to his fans, barely tweeted anymore. He turned down his bandmates and friends, wanting to spend as much time as he could with Clarissa, the one and only for him. Then the fights began. He didn't know where he was standing. No support from the others, he only had his own judgment which lead to a fatal argument.

Everything has changed. To the better? Not really. He lost all his friends, he lost his family, his identity. He couldn't remember who he was and what his purpose on earth was or has ever been. He began to hear and feel her presence although she was long gone and it was his fault. He never found closure and that's why she would never leave him alone. Beginning to self harm, crying and restless nights. Him screaming his lungs out, pulling at his hair and drowing his sorrow in liquor. That was his life when Clarissa left and never came back.

Now? He was a broken and tired man. No family or friends caring for him and still there was only one he needed and wanted.

Only one to make him feel better.

Only one to lift him up.

Only one he wanted to be with, even if it meant that one day, when they would be really old and hopefully not sometime soon, they would have to say goodbye to one another.

This single person has done more for him in these past few days than anyone has ever done for him over the years.

And he loved him dearly even if Clarissa was against it.

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#Yanie