Band Oneshots!

Denis Stoff: Caught.

Fired. I'd just been fired. And for what? Actually fighting back. After months of being beaten up and bullied at my workplace, I stood up for myself, yet I got punished.
It was the last straw. The money wasn't enough anyway! Now I had to do with even less. Of course, there was Denis' massive bank balance, but I hated using his money. Even when he said it was ours, I hated it. So I ran myself dry way before my next pay check. By that point, Denis had to come and rescue me.
The depression had been overwhelming recently anyway. With Denis on tour, my family too busy to care, losing my job and the abuse from Asking Alexandria fans, I couldn't cope. It's not like I could just turn to my boyfriend. He seemed preoccupied whenever we called or Skyped anyway. He was probably cheating. I couldn't blame him. He was so perfect and yet he was stuck with me.
I had to get rid of this feeling.
I threw my bag at the wall, watching everything fall out in slow motion. That's what did it. Suddenly, lamps and plants were on the floor, holes littered that walls and the windows lay broken on the floor.
I stared at the broken glass before snatching a piece and storming upstairs, slamming our bedroom door and slumping down behind it.
I sobbed and screamed, trying every healthy way that I knew to get rid of this feeling.
Nothing.
I screamed and thought about everything. Who would care about this little relapse?
I had no friends, no family that cared, no co-workers and no boyfriend until later tonight. Even then, he'd rather be with some groupie. That thought, Denis loving someone that wasn't me, pushed me over the edge.
I placed the pretty piece of glass at my ugly wrist and prepared myself to pull it across.
The door started to move.
"Babe, move out of the way and put down the sharp object..." Denis sighed from behind the door. All I did was sniff and get up.
The door flew open and Denis stared at my tear and makeup stained face, rolled up sleeves and closed hand.
"Drop it," he ordered. I shook my head. "Do as I say, please," he begged. I sighed and opened my hand, letting the glass hit the ground and cringing at the sound it made as it landed. It was so much louder downstairs.
The bags Denis was holding fell to the floor with a thud and I was practically tackled to the bed. Denis wrapped himself around me and held me tight, like I'd disappear if he let go, even a little.
"I thought this was over...?" He half asked.
"Obviously not," I tutted back.
"Well it wasn't that fucking obvious before," he groaned.
"Who's gonna care if I do relapse?" I cried desperately.
"I will!" He yelled back. I shook my head, and he looked at me with pure confusion. "What do you mean?"
"There's probably some other girl! You'd be happier without me anyway... I mean look at me! You just got home and I'm already causing you trouble!" I whimpered. He pulled away a little to look at my face, disbelief painted on his.
"Are you fucking high?" He yelled. I cringed.
"No?"
"Well then what the fuck?! I fucking love you! Have you seen those groupie whores?! Nothing compared to you..." he sighed as he kissed me.
I pulled away.
"You don't have to lie, Den. I know you think about how you could do better. I think about it all the time..." I admitted.
"Well don't! If I wanted more than you, I'd have left by now. But I'm still fucking here," he promised.
"I lost my fucking job!" I blurted out.
"Well that's okay! We share, okay? It's our money, not just mine," he offered.
"You know I hate that!"
"Yeah, but it's either that or starve. And I'm not letting my beautiful girlfriend starve... anymore that you have! What happened?!" He gasped, looking at my bony form. "Have you been eating properly? Or at all?!" He pressed. I sighed. "Of course you haven't..."
"I-I'm sor-"
"Don't apologise... I shouldn't leave you alone..." he interjected.
"That would make me a burden..."
"You couldn't even be a burden to be, baby! I love you!" He cried out.
"Why...?" I asked.
"You always ask this... You're beautiful, crazy, kind, caring, talented and you're all mine. I couldn't NOT fall for you," he chuckled. "What happened downstairs?" He questioned, changing the subject.
"I fucking lost it! Everything got to much, ya know?" I confessed.
"Have you been taking your meds...?"
"No... I hate them!" I yelled.
"I know you do, but if you don't take them, you hate yourself!" He scolded.
"Who cares?"
"Me!"
"I'm so sorry you have to deal with me," I sobbed.
"Don't say that, and please don't cry... I love being just in the same room as you," he pleaded.
"Baby, I think I'm okay now..." I said, uncertainly.
"If that's the case, I'll go clear up all the glass, so stay here for me?" He asked. I just nodded and sat on the bed.
Once he came back, he smiled at me.
"I'll unpack tomorrow. Now? I think we should sleep!" He suggested. I agreed and snuggled into him as he got under the covers, tucking me in with him.
"I love you and and I'm in love with you, Y/F/N," he professed.
"I love you and am in love with you too Denis Stavofastoff," I replied.
He held me close and kissed the top of my head.
"Goodnight, my perfect princess," he sighed.
The last thing I remember is him pecking my lips before I drifted off, never wanting to harm myself again.