If I Mean Anything To You (Fuenciado)

When I'm Sober

Vic's POV

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Jaime had been so nice since Evie had left. Everyone else probably had put the pieces together and figured out what happened. Because no one had asked me what had happened. But then again, I wasn't around anymore. I was always off in my head, there, but not. I was happy that yes, I still had Jaime and my life was fantastic, but pain doesn't just disappear, it needs time. And Evie's lie, it wasn't even a small one, it was a huge one.

She'd claimed that she wanted to save me. If I was going to hell for loving Jaime, then so be it. It'd be a crime I'd gladly admit to any day.

I also spent a lot more of my time with some form of alcoholic beverage. Waking up with splitting headaches and stumbling around became the normal again. I knew I was falling into a dangerous rut, and I really had to pull my head out of my ass, but there was no motivation to. So, I tweeted.

Hey guys, feeling a bit down...cheer me up?

Within seconds, I had comments, jokes, people telling me funny facts, asking what was wrong, but what was really wrong with me? Nothing, nothing but a bit of a emotional breakdown. I could feel a smile on my face as I scrolled through the responses. I knew I was loved, no doubt, but every now and then, I needed to be reminded. I could hear everyone else on the bus moving about calling to each other. I sent a quick thank you tweet to everyone and crawled out of my bunk.

The guys were all dancing about, the sweet smell of alcohol hung in the air. A small party. Or a pre-show thing. It was the last night on tour, so why not celebrate a little. No need to be down, I'd see my mamá and my papá, and what else could one ask for?

"Hey, there you are. I'd been looking for you." Jaime said to me, over the music. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and kissed my cheek.

"You obviously didn't look hard enough. I was in my bunk." I teased him lightly.

"I had assumed you'd left. But I'm glad you're here." He let his hands fall from my waist and pulled on my hand, leading me off the bus and away from the loud noise. "I know you're upset, and I understand why. But Vic-"

"I won't do anything stupid, Jaime."

"I know, but I'm just worried. I've seen how much you've been drinking."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah, but-"

"But nothing. I'm fine, you're fine, it's all fine." I turned to go back to the bus. Jaime grabbed my wrist.

"Goddammit, Vic. No. It's not fucking fine and you know it. I love you and I'd like to continue living you, but it's hard to do that when you're practically killing yourself in front of me. Am I not supposed to say anything? No, you mean too much to me. Just...admit that you're not okay and that you need help." He dropped his head, silent tears falling down his face. I took a deep breath and embraced him. I didn't see a problem. I was recovering from a problem, but I didn't have one.

"I'm sorry." I repeated the two words over and over to him. I hated making him cry like this. A man this beautiful should never spend a second upset over anything. I tightened my arms around him. I knew I couldn't make everything perfect, but, I could try.

A/N : I'm so sorry it's so late in the day, I should be doing homework, but I was determined to post a chapter. This story's ending soon :( I know, sad. Keep voting and commenting and all that wonderful stuff..ya know, if you want to.