Priceless. (boyxboy)

Chapter 3.

Aiden’s POV

 16 days later ...

“I .. I don’t know ..” I groaned, face in my palms, whilst my elbows were pressed against the wooden table. My whole life had become a mess, and what worried me more was that Noel’s life was even worse than before he even met me.

He was gone and it was my fucking fault.

“Mister, please. I need you to calm down, take a break, perhaps .. I’ll tell my colleague to give you some coffee.” The officer nodded to one of his friends and he left the interrogation room, leaving me alone with him and two other men who served the purpose of guards. I wasn’t really dangerous, but I was the only suspect, thus, if anything were to happen to me, all trails to Noel would disappear. Oh God, I hated myself so much.

“Now, please, tell us everything you know. We need as much information as possible. I know this is a difficult moment for you, but it will help us greatly in our search. Now, when did you last see your friend?”

“Last Tuesday ..” I mumbled, not quite sure what I was saying anymore. Has it really been a week without him already? My hands trembled as I felt the next wave of pain and desperation drown my heart in, a seemingly endless period of time, when it was actually some mere minutes. God, I was going crazy. I haven’t slept in days and Noel .. I just hoped Noel was alive.

“Where?”

“I .. I think .. a-at a club? I don’t ..” I entangled fingers in my blonde hair, pulling it almost aggressively whilst hissing. I was losing my mind. I barely stayed with my eyes open, but as soon as I closed them, I could see Noel’s corpse in front of me, raped and defiled. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t rest, I couldn’t think.

It was all my fault.

I eventually broke down in tears, hitting my head in the table from helplessness. I couldn’t even cooperate for my lover’s own good. Yes, he was my lover. I know it wasn’t quite mutual yet, but I was going to confess everything to him once we see each other again. I swear to God, I was going to propose to him the moment I feel his heart beating against mine; his little hands in my hair; his cherry lips pouting at every teasing word I give him.

My precious Noel .. My priceless Noel.

The officer sighed and slightly nodded, sitting next to me. I was slightly shocked at how kind he was, but that was probably because I was his daughter’s favorite singer. Funny how the world spins and how far relations can take you. Normally, this interrogation would be hell, but thanks to my connections with people, the police station had become my second home. Living without Noel in that big mansion-like house of mine was making me feel worse. I haven’t thought of suicide in a while, but these days I always find myself plotting one.

Yes, without Noel, it was no longer worth living. Singing for other people always comforted me when I was feeling down, but now, even their smiles didn’t get through me. I didn’t reflect their happiness. I was like a black hole – sucking up all that was bright and beautiful, without returning even a glimpse of that lost shine.
I was worthless. A trash. A person not worth killing.

“Look, it’s going to be fine .. you said he was a prostitute, right?” The cop called, interrupting my deadly train of thoughts. I nodded slightly, looking at him with teary eyes. I know, it wasn’t very manly to cry, but when you’re left with no hope and no reason to live, would you care for your visuals?

“He’s probably used to dealing with dangers on his own.”

“H..He mentioned someone kidnapped him once and raped him in the basement ..” I quietly whispered, surprised from the fact that I lacked my beautiful voice. The only thing that was making me worth something, and now it was gone, too.

“He did?”

“Y-yeah.”

The guy scratched his head in confusion. “And he’s fine with it?”

“I .. well, he said it very calmly .. ”

“Then your friend is very strong. He seems to have had a hard life, and getting raped didn’t affect him at all. I’m sure he’ll be able to take care of himself until we find him, and trust me, we will.”

“BUT THAT’S NOT THE CASE, SIR!” I suddenly screamed, albeit without a voice. My yelling startled him nevertheless, although his grip tightened around my arm to calm me down. “It’s not about whether he can take care of himself or not; I HAVE TO BE THE ONE to look after him. I SWORE TO HIM WE’LL BE TOGETHER, SIR. I FUCKING SWORE WE’LL WATCH FUCKING DOCTOR WHO TOGETHER. I NEED HIM BY MY SIDE, I’LL GO INSANE, I FUCKING WILL.” My sour tears were no longer tamable; no longer stoppable, as I hid my eyes with hands and sobbed like a child, gagging from my own lack of oxygen every time I took a deep breath to cry it out in agony. My heart was bleeding like never before, and all I needed was Noel by my side to make me feel better.

Was that too much to ask for?

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16 days earlier …

Noel’s POV

 

“Rise and shine, time for shopping!” Someone chirped above me like one of those annoying summer birds which liked to poop on my hair every time I used conditioner, and practically stole the covers from my bed, leaving the fresh breeze from the open window to assault my sleepy body. If I didn’t know better, I’d say one of my clients had decided to pay me a visit and play the boyfriend role to get a discount of my blowjobs.

Unfortunately, it was something a lot worse than that.

“Come on, I thought you had enough sleep.” The honey voice sounded disappointed, as I felt something weight on the mattress next to me. A soft, smooth hand caressed my cheek, and I couldn’t help but relax under its touch and make an attempt to drift off to Dreamland. When Aiden softly ran a hand through my hair, I shivered from his warm hands and huffed in annoyance. God, what do I care about shopping? If you ask me, I’d stay naked and hungry all day in his bed, just resting and stretching and enjoying the fact of no longer being a prostitute. Then again, old habits die hard.

“Well, if a certain someone hadn’t went all ‘I’ll save you <3’ and fucked me afterwards twice in a roll, I would’ve gotten more time to sleep.” I pouted, hearing the blonde laugh lightheartedly again. Oh god, that laugher was both sexy and annoying. It somehow suited his gorgeous face and that angel-like personality. I still couldn’t comprehend what was happening, and a part of me believed that, if I fall asleep now, I’ll wake up in that dirty love hotel next to a stranger, -.. pardon, a client. And to be honest, that thought scared me. But there was also his laughter, which was like a bridge over the endless river of misery that seemed to be running in my life. It was like a way to cross over all difficulties with ease; like the light in a dark tunnel which most people saw on the brink of death. Or I just had some sort of a voice fetish. Either way, I loved that laughter.

It’s beautiful, I smiled.



AN: Sorry for the short chapters, I'm trying to keep this simple! I don't think it'll be a long story, but I do think it'll an interesting one, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it ~ Thank you for all the votes and comments, please, keep them going, I like it when I feel the lovin' <3