*Play Stolen Dance by Milky Chance*
You wake up to the smell of coffee and toast coming from Ethan's kitchen, you sit up on your elbows as you lock your focus onto Ethan's scratched and structured back whilst he preps breakfast in his underwear.
You stand up and begin to walk down the hall towards the kitchen.
"You should be in bed" you say walking up behind him looking at his cuts.
"No I shouldn't" he says, slowly turning around whilst juggling, a coffee and 2 slices of bread with Nutella spread.
You look at the food being placed in your hands, then glance up to his purple and bruised eye.
"Thank you gorgeous" you say leaning in to give him a kiss on his forehead
You sit down on the high stools and Ethan slides down next to you.
"How do you feel" you say turning you stool to face him whilst clasping your coffee between your hands.
"Little tense, nothing too bad" he replies with a smirk
"Bet he got the worst of it" you say smirking back at him.
"Course he did" Ethan replied slowly laying his back up against the stool.
You see Ethan glancing back and forth from you hesitantly, with an indecisive look on his face, before he said...
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah" you say, whilst looking up towards Ethan.
"I wanna know, why didn't you answer me yesterday? Where were you?" Ethan questioned as he sat up in his seat
"I was asleep" you said bluntly, trying to disconnect from the conversation.
Ethan waited a few moments before saying,
"Why? Through the whole day?" He said with a confused expression spread across his face.
"I don't know" you reply back, once more trying to disengage the subject.
"I woke up and you were gone" Ethan continued
You procrastinate for a few moments before replying,
"I know, I don't know what it was I just felt off" you say
"It wasn't me, was it?" Ethan replies, eyebrows frowned.
You pause and stare towards his curious and cautious face before replying.
"I don't know" you reply looking back down to your coffee.
Ethan's face drops as he continues to stare at you. You watch him as he begins to slowly stand up and pushed his breakfast toward the centre of the table.
You turn around on your stool to face him as his bruised body began to limp back into the bedroom.
"Ethan" you say as you stand up to follow him.
"What" Ethan replied with an whispy, low volume, annoyed tone in his voice before shutting the door to his bedroom.
You grab the door before it latches on the hinge and continued to follow through into his bedroom.
As you walk in Ethan follows through onto his ensuite bathroom.
"Can you just stop for a minute" you say as he closes the bathroom door on you.
"Ethan!" You say beginning to feel insulted
"What?" He replied aggravated as he opens the door by a crack, to face you.
You pause as you see him standing in just his towel, which was wrapped low around his waist.
"I'm having a shower" he said beginning to close the door again...
"And I'm talking to you" you say slamming your hands against the door.
"Why are you so mad at me Ethan?" You challenge him, with a heavy guilt sitting on your conscience.
"Maybe because I put my all into you, and you're going to tell me you don't know if I'm the reason you feel like shit? How can you not know if it was me? Just fucking tell me so I'm not wasting my time falling for you." He said looking with a strong frowning expression, into your eyes.
"And you don't think I haven't lost shit in my life, I understand how if fucking feels, and that's why I find it hard to come to terms with my emotions, I've been affected by it too"
"But you don't get it" he grunted aggressively, beginning to shut the door on you again.
"What don't I ge-" you throw back fiercely, hand against the door, before being cut off
"Grayson was my career" Ethan yelled
"Wait, what? What do you mean?" You say confused.
"Think about it Charlie, how do you think me and Grayson can afford to live in la?" Ethan continued
"I guessed your parents, I don't know you never opened up to me" you said beginning to feel hurt.
"We were social media personalities. We were the Dolan twins...
not anymore, Grayson deactivated our channel when he found out about everything. I've got nothing now. I've lost everything" he says from behind the door frame.
"For you!" he continued to yell.
You stop and step back a few paces before replying.
"What do you mean you've got nothing, who the fuck am I?" you reply selfishly.
"Are you fucking kidding me, that's all you took from that?" Ethan said, whilst crashing items from them bathroom, into the door.
"Ethan, open up" you say slamming your fist against the door.
"Just fuck off you've done enough"
"Ethan" you continue whilst you try to open the door, you can hear banging and thudding from inside the bathroom before you finally give up and say...
"I'm sorry this all had to happen, and I'm sorry you've lost Grayson, and everything that was special to you. I never wanted that for you, all I knew is that I wanted you. I get so caught up in my feelings sometimes, I don't know why I felt the way I did yesterday, but I do know that I love you" you pause for a minute before continuing. You can feel the tears beginning to well up in your eyes.
"Ethan, I love you." You say breaking down into tears.
"And I just want you to be happy, I didn't want you to loose everything. I need you to be happy"
You hear the door unlatch before Ethan pulled it open.
"do I look happy?" He said with tears in his eyes and scratches across his body.
"The only thing that's keeping me going in life right now, is you." He said whilst looking into your eyes.
"If I loose you, I will have nothing. You know that I can't loose you. So please don't do this to me"
"I won't do anything to you Ethan" you say tears dripping from your lashes.
"Don't do it." He said placing his hands around the side of your face as he embraces you.
You place you hands on his as you blink and feel the droplets of tears running down you cheek.
"I love you" you say
"That's all I wanted to know" Ethan replied kissing your forehead and proceeding to bury your head in his chest as he embraced you in for a hug, tears beginning to run down both of your cheeks.
As you close your eyes you can help but overthink. You've ruined him, his family, his career, his mental health. You're making him...you.
