Let Me Inside Your Heart || Jamilton

Toxic

This is the eye of the hurricane...

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Boredly, Alex picked up his phone as he waited. It was going to die soon - 9%, and he didn't have a charger. He had an iPhone, and when he glanced over at the nightstand, it appeared that Preston used an Android. He wouldn't be able to use his charger. Looking at the screen intensified his already awful headache.
Fucking hangovers.
He needed to call Thomas, to tell him he was okay.
But why should he?
Not like he cared or anything.
Then he noticed that he had 3 missed calls and 8 texts, all from Thomas.
The texts read:
Thomas Fuckerson: you should come back, it's midnight
Thomas Fuckerson: alex its 1 am you have nowhere to stay come back
Thomas Fuckerson: alex
Thomas Fuckerson: alexander come on its 3 am i cant sleep until i know youre ok please just answer me at least
Thomas Fuckerson: ALEXANDER HAMILTON WHERE ARE YOU.
Thomas Fuckerson: im going to call you
Thomas Fuckerson: alex I s2g
Thomas Fuckerson: alexander tell me where you are im coming to bring you home
Alexander felt kind of bad. He had worried him. But why was he worried about Alex? They weren't even really friends. Just acquaintances.
Close acquaintances.
Okay, maybe they were friends.
He didn't miss the fact that Thomas said 'home', not 'my house.' He wasn't sure how he felt about that. He brushed it off.

He really didn't want to call him, for the sake of his pride. But it wouldn't be fair to worry him like that. So he dialed his number.
It rang for a few minutes before he was met with a groggy "Hello?"
His voice was low and rough with sleep. "Thomas-" he started, but was quickly cut off.
"Alexander Hamilton! Where the hell are you? I was texting and calling all night!"
"Yeah, yeah. To be honest I have no idea where I am. I just woke up at some guy's house, and-"
"You had a one night stand with a guy?"
"I didn't say that."
"Then what are you doing there?"
"....I had a one night stand."
"Ha. No wonder you've always got a stick up your ass," he muttered. "You must like it."
"Shut up! You fucking suck!"
"Not as much as you did last night, I bet."
"Whatever, bye."
"Wait! Alex, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Do I need to come pick you up, or can you drive home?"
"Who said I'm coming back? And stop calling it home! I'm not going to be there for too much longer, you know."
"Alexander, you have nowhere else to stay. That's why you came to me in the first place, remember? Trust me, if I knew of anyone else you could stay with, you'd be out of my house in a heartbeat."
"Ugh. Fine, whatever, I can drive myself."
"Okay."
"Hey, Thomas?"
"Yeah?"
"I hate you."
"The feeling is mutual."
With that, the call was ended.

Right at that moment, Preston entered the room, holding two plates. One for himself and one for Alex. He looked slightly concerned.
"Who were you on the phone with?" Preston asked. He seemed... Suspicious?
"Just an acquaintance of mine that I'm staying with at the moment," he said with a smile. "You didn't tell me you're in a relationship."
"I'm not! I said he's an acquaintance. And how did you know I was on the phone?"
"I heard you when I came toward the door. I didn't hear much, I swear."
There were no signs of deceit. His eyes still held that cold light in them. "Oh... But no, I'm not with Thomas. Wouldn't dream of it, trust me." This seemed to make Preston relax. He gave Alex his plate and sat down on the bed beside him. He wasn't really hungry, but he ate anyway, just to be polite.
"Can I get your number?" He asked. "Huh?"
Why? This was a one night stand, something that this man didn't seem to understand.
"Your number. Put it in my phone." His tone was commanding. That annoyed Alex, but he was kind enough to give him breakfast, so he figured why not. He handed Alexander his phone and he put his number in, somewhat uncomfortable with the situation. Sure, the man was quite good-looking and nice, but Alex wasn't really looking for a relationship.

They ate slowly, filling the time with casual small talk. Preston asked lots of questions. Alex just answered honestly. Once they were finished, Alex stood. "Umm, where's your kitchen?" He asked. "Oh, I'll take you." He stood and grabbed Alex by the arm. "I'm capable of walking by myself-"
"Just don't want you to fall. You look kind of disoriented. Bad hangovers can do that to you, you know." He was a bit dizzy, but felt he could manage. However, he didn't put up any more of an argument. He simply let him lead him by the arm.
Preston took his plate and simply put it in the dishwasher. "Umm... It's been fun, and you're quite nice, but I have to get going. Thomas is expecting me." Preston tensed.
"...right."
Alexander thanked him and got his keys, leaving quickly. He had to use the GPS on his phone to navigate his way back home - no - to Thomas's. His phone died halfway through the trip, but fortunately by this point Alexander knew where he was, so it wasn't much of a problem.
He went into the house, finding Thomas in the living room. He looked over at Alex and leaped to his feet.
"You look like shit."
"Thanks."
Thomas smirked, noticing the way Alex was walking with a limp due to the pain in his ass. His whole body was sore, really.
He was kind enough to stay quiet about it, though, so Alexander got some clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. He felt as if he needed to be working. It was Saturday, so technically he didn't have to - but he still wanted to. He wasn't working on any particular case now. His boss had forced him to stop taking clients for a while. At least until he recovered mentally. So he was just... assisting. He found it stupid.
Alex had been a loyal worker for years and years, so it wasn't exactly a problem. This was the first time he'd taken any time off, and the first time in a long time he didn't have any clients.
He stepped into the shower, enjoying the warm water running down his body. He felt filthy - not just physically, but...
He couldn't quite place what was wrong.
He didn't know that he was in the beginning of a very toxic relationship.
He didn't know what he was soon going to be facing.