something they can never take away ≠ lams

-Hurricane-

It has been two weeks since I moved in with Hamilton and let me tell you one thing: He is the most annoying person ever.

I'm telling you, you'd think we'd be quite close after two weeks. We are. We've gotten a lot closer since that first day. BUT. His constant sleepless night that consist of annoying pen clicking and page flipping, accompanied by him tapping his laptop keys, make me want to stab that goddamn pen in his throat!

4:32 AM

I scream into my pillow as I look up to see Alex...on his laptop. No fucking guesses needed!

"C-could you keep that down, please?"

That's it.

"Do you ever fucking sleep? I'm being serious, Hamilton. I can't sleep because of you!"

"Sorry but this essay is due in 3 weeks. I have to get it done" He replies.

Is he kidding me right now?

"3 WEEKS?! 3 MOTHERFUCKING WEEKS!" he turns to look at me, "YOU HAVE 51 PAGES WRITTEN AND YOURE TELLING ME YOURE NOT GOING TO FINISH IT IN 3 WEEKS?!" He looks at me with some vulnerable spark in his eyes.

I take a deep breath.

"Sorry for yelling. You really should get some rest"

"I'm sorry John, I really am, bu-"

"You know what? I'm going to sleep at Laf's and Herc's dorm so you can write your dumb essay" I say and slam the door to head to Laf's and Herc's room.

Right okay, maybe a little harsh but he drives me insane.

Alexander's POV

John is right. I need to get some sleep like he said. Though he was correct, his shouting made me a little upset. I don't like it when he shouts, especially at me.

I drift off as soon as soon as my head comes in contact with my pillow.

*Next day*

Ever since the day that John left me that small note, he's been writing one every morning for me. It's so cute. I've been keeping every one of those.

Hi. Sorry again for shouting. I hope you had some sleep. Have a good day I'll be back at noon

-J.Lau X

The rest of the day went pretty normal. Until. Rain. I can hear rain. (A/N: ARE YOU READY, FOR A STORM CHAPTER, HUH? THE ISSUE ON THE TABLE ok I'll stop) Hard rain. A storm. Thunder and all. Even lighting. I stop writing on my laptop as my vision becomes blurry from tears and I collapse on the floor. On top of that, I start to hyperventilate.

I hear a door click. John

"Alex I'm back!" He shouts and comes into the room.

John's POV

I hear Hamilton typing, suddenly stopping and then I hear muffled noises coming from his desk. I gasp at the sight of him clutching his knees and looking at me with a tear-stained face.

"A-Alex? What's wrong?" I say, softly and sit beside him.

"You alright?" He shakes his head.

"Tell me what's up?"

"It-It's my fault. I-I could have s-saved them" He replies.

I, obviously confused by the answer, pull him into a tight embrace. He wraps his hands around me in return.

He continues to sob and hyperventilate. I grab his face in my hands.

"Listen, Alexander, take deep breaths. Like this; One-breathe in, Two-breathe out. Got it?" I tell him. He nods and tries to get his breath back, still crying heavily.

I kiss his forehead.

"Shh, it's okay, baby"

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I'm suddenly taken back by what I said but it seems to calm Alex down.

"Alex, tell me what's wrong"

He takes a deep breath and pulls away.

"When I was telling you my story, I missed out some bits. It was hard to chop out such a big part of my life. A massive hurricane struck my town 5 years after my mother passed away and basically everyone died. Except from me. I couldn't seem to die. It was horrible. Dead bodies everywhere, blood stains on everyone's clothes, the disgusting smell of destruction. I felt so lonely and.. and so empty. So I wrote about it. I wrote and wrote. It got published to a local newspaper and people raised money for me. And storms or heavy rain trigger those emotional moments to flood back in"

"Oh Alexander" I pull him back into the hug and feel his tears on my t-shirt.

We sit like this for hours until he drifts off, and then I slowly follow.