Game On Horan! (All jokes aside, let's dance...)

Chapter 6

  "How come you're always spinning that bottle top?"

 "'Cause it's dad's."

 "Oh..."

 "Yeah."

 "Well...Where is dad?"

 "He's...He's nowhere, (y/n), don't bother with it."

 "But-"

 "I said. Don't. Bother."

 "..."

 "..."

 "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

 "It's fine. Just please..."

  Piercing blue eyes met mine.

 "Don't bother."

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 I woke up gasping for air, as though I had been underwater for a long while. There was sweat trickling down my forehead and my breathing was labored and harsh. My eyes stared wildly around the room as I searched for a reference point. 

 That's it. Breathe. Calm down. You're fine.

 Actually, I wasn't fine.

 I felt like punching a wall.

 I hated when I had dreams like that one. All the memories that I would rather forget came rushing back, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself. And, I hated feeling sorry for myself. After everything that had happened, I should be better than this. Should be stronger.

 But, I wasn't.

 And I hated that I wasn't, too. Because, I wanted to be strong. I based my entire life on the belief that I was better than most other people out there. When, really, I was just as average as them. I wasn't special. I wasn't different.

 Nobody cared about me. Nobody understood.

  And no prince in shining armor was going to come take me away from this nightmare any  time soon, that was for sure.

 I sat up in bed, running my hands through my now matted hair. Breathe in. Breathe out. Even if you don't want to, you have to do it anyway. That was what I told myself on these cold, lonely nights. These cold, lonely nights that seemed to be happening quite often nowadays. 

 I stared at the time on the alarm clock on my bedside  table.

 3:27 A.M

 Awesome.

 Sighing, I managed to lift myself out of bed, still a little shaky on my own two feet. Using the wall as a aid  of sorts, I managed to feel my way through the darkness and exited my small, enclosed room.

 We actually had a pretty nice flat. It had three rooms, and one pull out couch. It also had a kitchen and a connecting bathroom, which was kind of gross but kind of awesome at the same time. The pullout couch was in their "lounging" room, which was basically the couch and a flat screen  tv to watch sports on.

 And that was it. It was small, but it was comfy.

Because there were only three rooms and four of us, Tristan slept on the couch. He had said at  the beginning when we had first bought it together (before Michael and Gabe even showed up!) that if he eventually needed to, he called "dibs" on sleeping on the couch.

 At the time, it had seemed impossible. At the time, I thought it would be just me and him for the rest of our lives. I never thought that we would be able to find more than one, let alone two, people that would be able to put up with living with us.

 After all, that was how the first two roommates had gone.

 After about a week of having to  tolerate me and Tristan's antics, the two had upped and outed the first chance they got, leaving us to pay the rent all by ourselves. Now, the logical decision would have been to pay the rent and then leave. After all, what use do two people have a four-person flat? But, we had grown attached to the room. And, as I have previously mentioned, I hate losing or giving up at all.

 So, we had stuck it out.

 And, eventually, we met Michael and Gabriel. 

 But that's a story for another time.

 I stumbled into the kitchen, feeling along the walls of the flat to try and see where I was going. One of the things I hated most was not being able to know things. That included "not being able to see". And surprises. I despised surprises.

 Oddly, though, when I rounded the corner and came across the couch, it was empty.

 Tristan was nowhere to be seen.

 That wasn't good...

 "Nightmare?"

 I whipped around to see who the owner of the tired voice was. Actually, I had already had a sneaking suspicion as to who it was, considering the couch was vacated. But in this house? You never know. Tristan sat tiredly at the kitchen counter, eyelids practically drooping down in exhaustion. He was drinking a mug of (you guessed it!) steaming tea as he ran a hand through his brown hair.

 I gradually walked over to him, and plopped down on the stool right next to his. He offered me some of his tea, and I gladly took it, needing something to wake me up. "Yeah." I answered, staring down at my legs as though they had become the most interesting thing in the cold, dark room.

 We sat in silence after that.

 This had practically become routine, as Tristan and the others knew that I constantly had nightmares. They did as well, afterall, we all have our demons, but they knew that mine were the worst and the most frequent. The kind that you woke up screaming to. 

 And, the worst part, was that Gabriel and Michael didn't know what they were about. Only Tristan did. 

 Also a story for another time.

 And then, Tristan was pulling me into a hug. And, I let him. Because, everybody that knew me knew  that I wasn't the "touchy feely" type. Infact, Gabriel and Michael barely got away with touching me in the first place. Only Tristan did, because it just felt normal with him. It felt nice.

 Now, I say that in the most platonic way possible, but...

 When I say that Tristan knows me, I mean he knows me. And I know him. We've been together since we were kids. We dealt with a lot of crap together. But we made it this far. And, we weren't planning on turning back any time soon.

 So, I wrapped my arms around him and he rested his head on my shoulder. Of all the people who stayed up on nights like this with me, Tristan did the most. It was because he had frequent nightmares as well.

 Demons we don't tell anybody about.

 "You know it's going to be okay, right?"

 And, I couldn't tell if he was trying to comfort me into a sense of wellbeing, or comfort himself.

 "Yeah." I answered, because I had to say something. If I said nothing, then what would be the point of being something in the first place?

 "Yeah, I know."

 (There we are! Got you some Tristan and (y/n) feels right there! So, stuff is slowly but surely being revealed. What do you guys think is going to happen? Please comment! Honestly, I really don't know whether I should continue this, or not, and need some MAJOR feedback! 

 Thanks!

 -Sadness)