Crash (Josh Franceschi fanfiction)

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

I sat in the armchair in the lounge, my fingers gripping the fabric as I cried. I was drunk, confused, and upset; not the finest combination. I'd moved the chair to right beside the sofa so I could just sit there and stroke Tyler's hair and worry helplessly. He'd only been unconcious for 5 minutes but it felt like 5 hours.

Everyone had been told to leave, and they were all too wasted or partied out to put up much of a fight about it. Chris and Josh stayed, they had offered to help Fletcher clean up while I looked over Tyler. To be honest, I would've liked at least one of them to have stayed in the room with me.

I hadn't really noticed Tyler's eyes open, I was crying so much that I could barely see with my own. He sat up slowly and I let out what seemed to be halfway between a wail and a sigh. He blinked at me twice before reaching for my hand.

'Where is everyone? Why are you crying?'

Fletcher, Josh and Chris all came hurrying in at the sound of his voice. I looked to Fletcher, unable to find the words to say.

'Well, you had an accident... Do you remember what happened?' Fletcher asked cautiously. Tyler examined a graze on the palm of his hand, his eyes flickering to the door that led to the courtyard.

'I hit my head, didn't I? That was all,' his face seemed to have relaxed, like the matter was not as frightening as it had seemed. 'I feel fine now.'

'I don't know, mate, you took quite a fall. Maybe you should go to the hospital,' Chris said.

'No! No, I'm fine. Please just let me sleep it off. I'm tired, okay, please?' Tyler begged; I knew he just didn't want to be a bother. The rest of us looked at eachother, before giving him a hesitant, slow nod. He gave a weak smile and glanced to me; there will still pathetic tears streaming down my cheeks. He wiped at my face with his thumb, pulling me in for a hug in an attempt to calm me down. I cried even harder.

'I'm really glad you're okay. I'm so, so glad,' I stuttered out. It was hard to speak as frequent sobs escaped my lips, causing my whole body to ache.

'Shh, shh. It's all okay. You're just a little tipsy still,' Tyler chuckled lightly. I nodded, pulling away from his embrace.

'I think we should stay here tonight. I'm sure as hell not letting you drive us home, and I've had too much to drink.' He sighed, knowing I was like him; not worth arguing with.

'Is that okay?' He turned to Fletcher, who smiled.

'Of course. We can set up the sofa bed.'

Fletcher and Chris fixed Tyler another icepack and washed out his cuts, while Josh helped me get some bedding from upstairs.

'I wish he would have gone to the hospital. There's something wrong and we all know it,' I told Josh as I handed him a duvet from the linen cupboard. 'Its just that he's so bloody stubborn and won't admit he needs to see a doctor. I'm worried sick.' Josh wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

'I know, love.' He didn't need to say more, he just hugged me to his side for a moment, before kissing my forehead and releasing his hold. I always felt safest when in his arms; I knew it was wrong but it felt incredibly right.

Josh carried the duvet back down, and I took the pillows and sheets and we arrived to see Chris had just folded out the bed part of the couch.

'Thanks, Chewy,' I gave him a small smile, and he returned it.

'No problem. Are we gonna head off now, J?' He turned to Josh, who was pulling the bedding across the thin mattress.

'Mhmm,' he replied, and they both said goodbye before heading out.

'Are you guys okay down here? I'm gonna head up to my own bed now I think,' Fletcher said, yawning.

'Sure are,' Tyler told him, snaking an arm around my waist. I just nodded.

'Okay then, goodnight,' he murmured before making his way upstairs. I felt bad; Fletcher'd had his party ruined, and he was extra tired now after slaving away for Tyler and I.

I pulled off my shoes, sliding under the covers of the sofa bed. Tyler was already under the covers, and I snuggled into his warm chest. I really did hope he was okay, and that nothing like this happened again. He had looked so ill right before he passed out.

Tyler looked down at me, the icepack still balanced carefully on his head, and gave me a small smile.

'Whatcha thinking 'bout?'

'How much I love you,' I replied; it was more or less the truth, because love was the reason I was so worried about him.

'So that's not as much as I love you right?' He smirked, reaching an arm out to flick off the lights. My concerned face was hidden in the darkness.

'That's debatable.'

[A/N: aww :') and aww :'( at the same time...

What's wrong with Tyler? :o

So this is such a goddamn short chapter and I'm really sorry, I was stuck on how to lengthen it. But I thought it was quite cute.. like in a sad way?? Well hopefully I'll post the next chapter soon, and it should be longer!!

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