Your Voice Is My Alarm Clock (A Jon Cozart And Thomas Sanders Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Five

Part Two:The After Party

(A/N: Language warning)

Thomas Sanders's POV

By now I've had four drinks, and the ground shifts under me. It's close to midnight, and I want to go home. The combination of loud music and drinks make my head pound.

I want to go home so bad.

I stumble through the house looking for Tyde with no success. The people have thinned out, only the super drunk and the unconscious are here.

"Tyde," I groan.

I go upstairs and feel out of breath. I look up to a moving escalator and end up crawling so I don't fall backwards. I have now learned I have zero tolerance for alcohol.

I stand back up and look around. The few sources of faint light blind me in bright stars. Each step makes my stomach lurch, so bad I have to look for a trash can for future use.

Tyde's came scratches out of my throat once more, this time, I hear a response.

"Yo, Thomas!"

"Tyde?"

"Nah man," I see Joe walking up to me, "I'm Joe, remember? Jojo, Jonah, JJ Fuckboy at your service."

I don't even comprehend his whole speech, the sight of the group half passed out on the floor.

"Guess what," Tyde shouts, emerging from a pile of pillows, "Guess what Tommy! I won!"

"Won what?" I pull him up, almost falling over myself.

"The game!" Now that he's fully standing I tug him aside. My head suddenly feels light and fuzzy, like I could just float away. He laughs and brushes back his hair. I pull him over to an open window, the cold night air blowing against our skin.

"Tyde, I wanna go home."

"Why," he asks, genuinely confused.

"It's really late, and I'm tired, and I just wanna go home."

"Oh but-"

Suddenly Joe interrupts us, "Hey, we're ready for round four! Even Iris and Alicia stopped fucking around to play!"

Tyde is immediately distracted and starts walking away.Heat rushes through me and I grab his arm. I drag him to an open room...which turns out to be a bedroom.

"Woah!" I hear Joe exclaim. Then I hear soft footsteps next to the door. A quiet knock on the door followed with something being shoved under the door.

"No glove, no love!" Iris giggles.

Tyde laughs and picks it up.

"Tyde focus on me." He turns to me and smiles.

"What's up Tommy?" his voice is delicate. A memory tries to resurface, but it's pushed back by the wave of alcohol.

"I just want to go home."

"Why?" he asks again, trailing a finger on the collar of my shirt, "We're having so much fun."

"But-" he starts to unbutton my shirt, "Tyde stop!"

"C'mon Thomas," he murmurs in my ear, "You know you want to."

"But Tyde, I want to go home," I whine. By now he's done unbuttoning my shirt. He leans in and tries to kiss me. I take a couple steps back, "Tyde we are leaving."

Emotions flicker across his face fast then I can read them. I feel panic rise in my throat, and I button up my shirt again.

"Why can't we just..." he trails off. It's dark in the room, so his face is shadowed. Suddenly his eyes narrow at me.

"Are you cheating on me?" he accuses.

I gasp and stammer, "What? N-no! Tyde, of course not. I just don't think now-"

"I knew it!" he says, "I knew it! He lied!"

The darkness messes with my eyes, and for a split second I see two of him.

"What are you talking about? Who lied?"

"He did!" Tyde yells hysterically, "I told him to leave you alone! To stay away from you! He didn't listen! That son of a bitch, I'm gonna beat his ass again!"

I put my hands on Tyde's shoulders and make him face me. He looks around wildly as I ask, "Who Tyde?"

"Jon, that motherf*cker, I am going to beat his ass!"

My heart drops and I stumble back.

"Y-you beat up Jon?" Please, don't let it be Jon. Anyone but my Jon.

"Hell yeah I did. That Cozart's got hell to pay," he starts to push by me, but I don't let him. I shove him and yell, "Why did you do that? Why did you hurt him?"

"He loved you! I didn't want to lose you!" My eyes widen and I lose my balance.

My mind swirls, flipping through thoughts like an open book. The thought of Jon laying on the floor, motionless, battered and bruised, makes my stomach clench. I fall to the ground and throw up. I look back up to see Tyde has run out of the room. I scream for him, but I get no answer. I throw open the door, searching for him once more. I see Troye over by stairs and I run over to him. He seems the least drunk out of all of us.

"Thomas what the-you look horrible!"

"Tyde threatened to beat up Jon!" I scream, "He's gonna hurt him and it's all my fault! Oh my god, Troye I need your help we need to stop Tyde before he hurts him again!"

The world turned into a blur, everything was just gone. One tear fell down my face, then two, and just like that, the floodgates opened. So many tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. My chin trembled as if I was a small child. I breathed heavier than I ever had before. I was gasping for air that simply wasn't there. My throat burned forming a silent scream.

Troye's eyes widen and he rushes down the stairs. I trail behind him, stumbling through people and my thoughts. By the time I catch up, he's already wrestled Tyde's keys away from him. Tyde's face is pale, and he stares at us, breathing heavily. Troye tries to calm him down. I try to keep calm, but the burning panic inside make it impossible. I can't stop imagining him on the ground, hurt so bad being compare. Tyde isn't a threat, but to someone small like Jon...

My body shakes. I need to see Jon. I need to find him now.

Troye looks between Tyde and me.

"Please, I need to find him," I plead.

He tosses me the keys and turns away. I snatch them out of the air and sprint to the truck. I yank the door open. I put it in drive and do just that. Drive, drive, drive. Away from my problems, and towards new ones. Fresh tears come because the last things we did is fight. I love him and now he's gone. I don't know where I am. I need to find Jon. Where could he be? Something in the back of my mind makes me pause and pull out my phone. I call Jon. The need to see him, to hear his voice is so overwhelming. He's not dead. I love him, of course he's not dead. Tyde wouldn't do it.

"Jon I'm sorry, I understand if you don't want to talk to me, but I'm so sorry. I was wrong about everything, and please tell me you're okay. I'm coming I'll help you I'll save-"