Chapter Three - "Why Do I Deny?"

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*Alan POV* | Feb 15, 2014 

I slowly open eyes, and I'm greeted by bright lights. Too bright. I immediately close my eyes again and groan.

"Alan?" I squint my eyes open to block out most of the light, and see Austin next to me. Why am I laying down?

"Where am I?" I ask him.

"Hospital," he answers.

"Why...? Did I do something stupid?" I ask, hoping I didn't make a fool of myself. I've been a fool before in front of my best friend, but to end up in a hospital because of that is too drastic.

"No, no. I was going to wait in the car for you so you could pack your things in a quiet environment, but you began to have a panic attack begging me not to leave, although I wasn't going anywhere. I tried to help you breathe, but you had trouble doing so. You got frustrated and you said you were dizzy. I tried to help you again, but you began to fall and you blacked out. I caught you before you hit your head, but you did break your wrist from punching a wall," Austin explains.

"You're wrong then, I did do something stupid," I retort.

"Having a panic attack isn't your fault, Alan."

"No, I meant when I punched a wall because of Maddie. It's better than her 'precious' face, but still. I should've not punched the wall. I didn't need to break my wrist when I play guitar for fucks sake," I mumble, mostly the last sentence to myself.

"Alan, chill. Everyone gets angry. There's no need to put yourself for something you can't handle. It's alright, okay? Don't let me hear you putting yourself down ever again," he says, hugging me. I nod, and feel tears rolling down my cheeks again.

"You're a great friend, Austin," I whisper.

"Thank you, Ginger Princess. You need some rest. Get some sleep, okay? Ill be here all night, you don't have to worry about me leaving. I promise. Goodnight, Alan," Austin assures, and goes to the not so comfortable looking couch a few feet from my hospital bed.

"C-could you m-maybe sleep in m-my bed?" I stutter out. I can't feel alone... That's what caused my panic attack in the first place.... The thought of loneliness forever.

"Sure," he says, climbing into my bed, laying next to me.

"Goodnight, Austin," I say, cuddling with my kitten blankets he'd brought to me.

"Goodnight, Alan," he says back, as he falls asleep. There's nothing I can deny now. I'm slowly beginning to fall in love with my best friend.

-x-

Hehehehe sorry it's filler bc I'm too tired to write the whole chapter 3 rn. sowwies ;-; enjoy tho yay.

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