A Thousand Years (A Hernst fanfic)

Chapter 3

*Two months later*

Hanschen woke up in the late morning, feeling suprisingly refreshed and well rested. He hadn't gotten a sleep like that since a few nights before Ernst left for college. He lazily turned over to his nightstand to check his phone and he had two unread messages: one from Ernst: of course, and one from his friend melchior. He opened Ernsts text first, it read:

"Morning love, i finally got a day off! Can you believe it? Skype me as soon as you wake up ❤😘"

Hanschen grinned from ear to ear as he read Ernsts message and rapidly replied. That school usually had him so overworked that they only had time to have an actual conversation once or twice a week, and now he actually had a day off! He must be dreaming. He continued texting Ernst and would've completley forgotten about melchiors text if he hadn't texted him again. "Geez, talk about impatient" hanschen grumbled With an eye roll as he opened his friends eager texts.

"Hey man! Me and moritz are going out clubbing tonight, and i was wondering if you would maybe wanna grab a few drinks with us. Don't worry, it's on me 😉"

Hanschen pondered the idea for a few minutes as he got up and went into the kitchen. "This is Ernsts first day off, should i really go? I mean I'd much rather be talking to him, but i have all day for that. I really should go out for once" hanschen thought to himself as he poured himself a cup of coffee and went back into his room. He picked up his phone and pulled up melchiors contact.
"Yeah sure, why not. But im not having more than two drinks OR staying out past 10:30. i have work and im not in the mood to show up wasted" he replied. He turned on his TV and got settled underneath the covers again, when suddenly his phone went off with yet another text from melchior. "That was quick" Hanschen muttered to himself as he picked up his phone.

"Aw c'mon man, live a little! Just call in sick it'll be fine"

Hanschen sighed. He knew melchior wouldn't quit bugging him if he started arguing, so he just replied with a quick "alright, whatever," keeping it in the back of his mind to watch his back that night: who knows where melchior could be taking them. He layed back down in his bed and shut his eyes, trying to take a small power nap so he'd be ready for tonight: but he was suddenly jolted awake by Ernst skyping him. "SHIT! i completley forgot!" Hanschen yelled as he scrambled to pick up the phone. He was eager to be able to actually have a normal conversation with his boyfriend after all this time

And boy, was Ernst eager to talk to him too.

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Melchior pulled up into Hanschens driveway and beeped the horn loudly. "Coming!" Hanschen yelled from his bedroom window. He slipped on a sweater and a pair of skinny jeans as he ran out the front door to meet his friends. Moritz was already sitting in the front seat, looking pretty upset and nervous. It was clear that he didn't want to be here. Hanschen hopped into the backseat and his ears were imeediatley pierced by obnoxious rap music blaring at maximum volume. Hanschen rolled his eyes as melchior recklessly pulled out of his driveway, knocking over a mailbox in the process. "Dude what the fuck!?" Moritz yelled at melchior as he floored it down the street. "Shut up asshat and don't question my driving!" Melchior snapped back at moritz as he kept driving at an ungodly speed. Hanschen began to wonder if they had gotten into a fight before they picked him up. He continued to get lost in his thoughts as they turned a street into a town hanschen wasn't familiar with and pulled up to a blaring club with loud music and flashing lights. "Welcome to paradise boys." melchior said as he stepped out of the car. Moritz and hanschen looked at each other with nervous faces, and they knew exactly what each other were thinking:

"What the hell are we about to get into?"