Skinny Latte|Kellic

Chapter 7

KELLINS POV
I rolled over and stretched, a small smile appearing on my face.
I have to admit, that was the best nights sleep I've got in a long while.
I lay there for a while, wrapped in the duvet like a burrito, before climbing out and stripping out of Vic's pyjamas, which he let me borrow, and Into my clothes from yesterday, which Vic had washed for me

I creaked the door open and wandered down his hallway. I winced as my head started getting constant pangs of pain.
I pressed my hand to my forehead and tried to ignore it as my head swooned with dizziness.
I could smell cooking bacon coming from downstairs, making my stomach growl loudly, reminding me of how long it's been since I've actually eaten.
I groaned and leant against the wall, trying to stop my head from spinning.
Mornings are usually the worst, but they're not often this bad.
I held onto the banister and sloped down the stairs, catching Vic's eye.
"Oh Hey Kells, I'm making brea- are you okay?" He asked, suddenly looking very concerned...

VICS POV
I looked at Kellin in worry.
His face was a pasty white color and he looked slightly pained.
"I-I'm fine.." He stuttered, before collapsing to the floor with a loud thud.
"Shit" I exclaimed, running towards him and scooping him up in my arms.
I ran with him in my arms to the living room area, laying him down on the couch and propping his head up against a pillow.
"Kells?" I whispered softly.
I prodded his arm, "Kell?"
He didn't wake.
I checked for a pulse and let out a sigh of relief when I felt it.
I didn't know wether to call an ambulance or not to I sat there in slight panic, trying to figure out what to do.
I grabbed his arm, looking at it in horror.
He was so damn thin.
I could join my finger and thumb around the upper half of his arm, making me cringe slightly.
There has to be something wrong, he can't be naturally this thin.
He ate the cookie yesterday..
For fucks sake it was a tiny cookie.
But even so, he went straight to the toilet..
Oh..
Oh my god.
How didn't I realise this before?
I'm such an idiot
I'm such a fucking idiot.

I grabbed Kellins hand and held it tight.
"I'm so sorry." I cried.

KELLINS POV
I groaned and took a deep breath before squinting open my eyes.
"Kells?" I heard Vic whisper.
I could just about make out a fuzzy figure above me through my tired eyes.
I blinked a few times, clearing my vision, until I saw Vic clearly, him leaning over me, his big, concerned eyes staring into mine.
"W-what?" I muttered, confused as to what happened.
Vics eyes teared up, making me frown and shuffle upright.
Suddenly, everything that happened went through my head, making me groan.
"I'm sorry.." I whispered, my cheeks beating up in embarrassment.
"Why?" Vic murmured.
I shrugged and grasped onto vics hands as I struggled to pull my self up.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, steading me.
I smiled at him, noticing the concern on his face had slightly faded.
My gaze flickered between his two eyes.
There were something about his eyes that were unique.
They were brown, but not in a usual way. In a way where you could get lost in them for ages, it felt impossible to tear your gaze away once you looked.
He caressed my cheek, making my skin tingle.
I let out a short breath and tore my eyes away from his, gazing down to his lips.
I almost whined, trying so hard not to give in.
But it was impossible, he was irresistible.
Hesitantly, I pressed my lips to his, feeling my stomach flip when I felt him kiss back.
I'd never felt like this before, there was something about him that.. I just couldn't put into words.

I smiled into the kiss but ended up pulling away, quickly, as I realised what I was doing.

You're with Gerard..

I stepped back and looked at him in horror.
"I-I shouldn't have done that..." I stuttered.
Vic looked down at the floor, looking slightly hurt.
"I-I'm sorry.." I whispered.
Gerard was right, I'm a lying whore.
I grabbed my coat and ran to the door, ignoring Vic's calls.
Tears spilt down my face as I left his house, regret filling my head, but also guilt.
Guilt that I enjoyed it.
Guilt that I still want him.
Guilt that I would easily do it again.

I ran down the road, signalling a taxi to take me back to my - Gerard's, apartment.

The whole way back I couldn't stop thinking about Vic.
Was I wasting my time with Gerard?
I'd never felt as happy with Gerard as I did with Vic.

Not that anyone would love you anyway

Gerard's words haunted my head.
I knew he was right.
No one would ever love me.
Especially someone as perfect as Vic.