Will I Ever Matter To You?//Ianthony

Chapter 7: Hangovers

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

"No really......if there's anything I can do to make it up to you, just let me know," I say, smiling. Ian smiles back at me. "You don't have to make it up to me," Ian simply says. I roll my eyes. "I'm gonna make it up to you whether you like it or not!" I laugh as Ian laughs with me. So...he's not mad at me? I don't know how he isn't. I'm mad at myself for doing that to him. Ian's laughter fades and he furrows his eyebrows. "Where's David? He was with me...." Ian says, trailing off. "He's probably still passed out on the couch. David was drunker than you were," I say. "Speaking of which, what do you remember from last night?" I ask. I'm kinda curious what his point of view was. "It's kinda....fuzzy...I remember me and David," He stops himself as if he was about to reveal some secret.

IAN'S P.O.V.

I remember David and I kissing....but I can't tell Anthony that, or David if he doesn't remember. It would be so damn awkward if either of them found out. If David already knows I might just die. (Not really, although I have thought about it). "Getting some beers and....I don't know the rest of it," I finish my sentence. Anthony raises his eyebrow and then lowers it. "Anyways, you probably should get some rest. I'll leave you alone and go and check on laser," Anthony says, before getting off of the edge of my bed. "Thanks for everything," I tell him. He gives me one last smile before leaving the room. I sigh and bury my face into my pillow. That could've gone much worse.

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

I walk out to the living room to see David laying on the couch. "Wake up," I say, shaking him. "Whhhattt?" He groans, slowly opening his eyes. "You alright?" I ask, handing him the advil bottle. "Barely," David says. I swear, he gave me a death glance. Maybe it is my imagination....maybe not. I don't know. David and I don't always see eye to eye. As in, well, sometimes I feel like (not to sound like a teenage girl here) he's trying to replace me as Ian's best friend. I try to shake the feeling off of me but it never works. I always get that same stupid feeling. It's probably nothing... He takes the advil from me and swallows some. "Thanks," He says, sitting up and rubbing his head. "Where's Ian?" David asks. I feel anger boiling inside of me, but I try my best to ignore it. "He's in the other room," I say. "Resting," I add, not wanting him to see Ian. He nods, understandingly. "Well, I should probably let you do the same....do you want me to drive you home or do you want to stay here and rest?" I ask. Why the hell did I suggest that he could stay....to be friendly I guess. "Do you mind if I stay?" Shit. Of course I do. "Not at all," I smile at him. Out of nowhere, David mumbles. "Please tell me you fucking apologized to him. He was crying his eyes out." Anger rushes through me again...but I keep it under control. Not to mention the guilt. I made him cry...I didn't think I hurt him that bad. "I did. He accepted it as well. Don't worry, we got it all under control." 

DAVID'S P.O.V.

So Ian's just gonna forgive that bastard just like that? After something like that? Are you fucking serious? I really hope that Ian gets over that jerk. He deserves so much better. Hell, I don't think that I deserve him either. Ian deserves the best. He's amazing in every way. I can tell Anthony's a bit annoyed at me but I guess he has a right to. "That's good," I force a smile. Then I hear footsteps. Ian probably?

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

"I'll be right back," I say. That's probably Ian. I only saw a little fraction of it, but he was basically rushing to the bathroom. Oh god....he's probably about to throw up the small contents of food he has in his stomach. Yup, he just did. I walk over to him and rub his back soothingly. "It's alright," I tell him. I grab some mints from top shelf and hand one to Ian. I know what it's like to be hungover and it's NOT fun. His shirt has some of his vomit on it. Oh god....this is not fun for me either. "Thanks," Ian says taking the mint from me and popping it in his mouth. "I'll be right back with another shirt," I say. I walk out of the room and into his room. After grabbing a new shirt, I walk back to Ian. "Thanks for everything man. But you don't need to do this. All three of us need to heal. Physically and mentally. You should go and heal while I do my own....okay? I feel kinda bad for making you wait on me," Ian says. "It's-" Ian raises his pointer finger to stop me. "No arguments okay?" I know he's not gonna give up this fight. "Okay," I smile. He smiles back and takes the shirt I was holding. I leave the room and he closes the door. Well that's odd... He's only changing his shirt right? Oh well...

IAN'S P.O.V.

I can't let him see me shirtless. I'm fucking ugly as hell. Especially without a shirt. Anthony's too nice of a guy to say that though. If only he were mine....