Josh x Reader

The Argument.

"Holy SHITTTT, YOU FUCKED JOSH"

"Not helping Tyler''

"Surprised I didn't hear it" he snorted.

"Okay, whatever'' you smirked.

"When are you gonna tell Josh? CAN I TELL HIM? PLEAAASE?"

Tyler reminded you of a big kid, it was kinda funny.

"Nooooo"

"What do you mean nooooo?"

"I can't tell him Tyler"

"What? Why?"

"He might get angry"

"So you're just gonna wait till you're on our living room couch giving birth to tell him??"

"Shut up"

"And what about the weight you are gonna gain?"

"Fuckkkkk! I forgot about the weight..."

"You can't just tell me and not tell Josh..." He said shyly.

"Why, what's wrong?"

"I-I don't like keeping secrets from Josh..." He whined.

"Oh cmon Tyler, for me?" You knew there was no point on saying that, Josh means everything to him.

He whined again.

"Please. I promise I'll tell him tonight"

"....fine" he sighed. "Just act like I didn't know!"

"Okay, okay" you giggled.

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"TYLER!?"

....

"TYLER!!??"

....

"What the fuck his he doing? Watching porn?"

You ran upstairs and kicked Tylers door open. He didn't even notice.

"Ty?"

He was playing his piano, paying no attention to anything around him.

You waved your hand infront of his face. No reaction.

"Tyyy?"

You poked his side, making him jump.

"woah- don't scare me like that dude" he whispered.

"I was standing- ugh never mind. It's twelve at night, where's Josh?"

"He's not with you?"

"Nope"

Tylers face went white and ran downstairs to get his phone.

"T-tyler, what's wrong?"

"Pick up Josh, pick up!"

He sounded terrified.

"Ty!? What are you not telling me!?"

He ignored you and continued to phone Josh.

You grabbed his phone and put it in your back pocket.

"What, are, you, not, telling, me" you repeated.

"Well, um... Josh... He used to... Um..."

"Spit it out Ty"

"He used to have a d-drinking problem..." He sobbed.

"What? Why?"

"It was my fault! I was going through alot... Alot of suicidal stuff. And Josh kept getting worried... And scared... So he took up drinking..."

"Oh Tyler!" You grabbed him and hugged him tight as he sobbed into your shoulder. "You don't feel like that now, do you?"

He paused for a moment before shaking his head.

"No"

This made you feel dreadful.

"What time did Josh usually come home at?" You asked, cradling Tyler in your arms.

"U-um, ha-half twelve t-to o-one o'clock" he chocked.

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At quarter past one Josh came stumbling into the house. He stunk of alcohol and had a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand.

You sighed and grabbed the bottle off of him.

"Wh-aat the feckk are yoou doooing" He slurred.

Tyler whimpered in the corner.

"Josh get to bed"

"Yoouu donn'tellme wut to dooo" he said, pointing at you.

Maybe you could carry him up the stairs? No, he's too heavy. Maybe Tyler could do it?

"Ty? Can you carry him upstairs?"

"Wh-what?" He stammered.

"Can you carry Josh upstairs?"

"Umm, umm, okay..."

You watched as Tyler picked up the bigger man and slung him over his shoulder. He was obviously heavy but Tyler just about managed it. He kept swearing and shouting at him but Tyler just answered with a 'Shut up'. You followed him upstairs and Ty dumped him on to his bed.

"Howw the fuuck did I get up heere"

"I carried you dumbass"

"DON'T CALL ME A DUMBASS YOU...- DUMBASS"

Tyler just shook his head and sighed.

"Sleep" you said.

"Donn't tell me tosleepbitch"

"What did you just call me?"

"B I T C H"

You raised your arm and back handed Josh right across his face.

Tyler covered his eyes and started shaking.

"whAT THE FUCK YOU DONT JUST HIT MEEE"

"I'LL FUCKING DO WHAT I WANT YOU ALCOHOLIC CUNT"

Josh stood up and raised his hand.

"I swear to god if you even TOUCH me"

He walked over to Tyler.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM. HE HASN'T DONE ANYTHING"

You ran and grabbed Josh's arm away from Tyler, he pushed you on to the bed.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" You wept.

Tyler was having some sort of panic attack.

Josh heard you crying and stood still. He fell to his knees and started to sob.

"I'm sorry" he kept repeating.

You got Josh up and sat him on to his bed, then went over to comfort Tyler.

"Ty, it's okay Ty, he's not gonna hurt you"

He was rocking from side to side.

"Look what you've fucking done!" You screamed at Josh.

"I'm sorry! I'm so fucking sorry!"

"Everybody's fucking sorry" Tyler muttered and ran out of the room.

"And to think you're gonna be the father of my child" you said sternly.

"Wh-what?"

"That's right bitch. I'm pregnant."