A Thousand Years (A Hernst fanfic)

Chapter 4

Hanschen and Moritz cautiously stepped out of Melchiors car and followed him up the steps of the large, illuminated building. He approached the tall, muscular security gaurd standing in front of the entrance and slipped him their IDs. The gaurd inspected their IDs for not even a split second and then gave them the all clear. He opened the door to the club and melchior immediately rushed in. Hanschen and moritz however, stayed at the entrance: mortified. There were gangs, strippers, fights, druggies, and drunks: EVERYWHERE. hanschen began to walk in first. He cautiously approached the bar that melchior was at, and moritz followed close behind. Hanschen stormed up behind melchior and frantically tapped him on the shoulder. He had been flirting with a lanky, british man who was visibly fed up. Melchior turned around and grinned at Hanschen. "Isn't this place great?!" He asked, but Hanschen could barely hear him over the loud "music" blaring in every corner of the room. At this point, moritz had ran out of the building and was hiding out in the car.  "Uh, i guess?" hanschen replied nervously as an intimidating looking guy eyed him from the corner of the room. "C'mon, let me buy you a few shots: on me" melchior snickered as he led hanschen to the bar, giving him no time to say no. "Hey! Miss!" Melchior yelled at the bartender, "a round of shots for my friend here!" She rolled her eyes at his obnoxious nature, but got to work on the shots anyway while melchior sat hanschen down. "So, how's things going with Ernst?" Melchior asked hanschen with a slightly jealous tone in his voice. "Oh things have been great! Long distance has really been working well for us." Hanschen replied as he downed a shot. "Not for much longer" Melchior thought to himself as he stared at hanschen with longing eyes. "Ugh, why does he have to be so cute?" Melchior thought to himself as he watched hanschen down another shot. He quickly rid himself of his thoughts as he struck up another conversation with his slightly drunken friend. Before long, they had downed all the shots. Hanschen was almost completley wasted, and was about to hurl. "M-melchior, I think im gonna pass out" he slurred as he threw up all over melchiors expensive hoodie. melchior sighed. "C'mon, let's go back to my place, I'll get you cleaned up." hanschen nodded in response and clung to melchiors neck as he dragged him out of the club. "perfect, I've got him right where i want him" melchior thought to himself as he grinned. He opened the door to the backseat of his car and helped hanschen in. Moritz turned to see the drunken hanschen and whipped his head around to melchior in pure shock. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" he screamed as melchior got into the front seat with a smirk. Melchior floored it down the street, not answering Moritz's previous question. Moritz's eyes shifted between the two of them, a shocked and disgusted expression on his face, but he soon turned to the window and sighed. He had no idea what was gonna happen to hanschen, and whatever it was: he couldn't do anything about it. If he did, melchior would out him to his homophobic parents, and he really, REALLY didn't need that right now. "Why the fuck am i even still friends with this shithead?" Moritz thought to himself as he continued to stare out the window, trying to ignore the obnoxious rap music blaring from the car stereo "oh, right: BECAUSE IM MADLY IN LOVE WITH HIM!!" He reminded himself furiously. Moritz had had a certain...desire for melchior since they met in grade school. He didn't know what it was at the time, but as he got older, he began to realize what these feelings were: love. Moritz continued to drown in his thoughts as melchior turned onto his street. He recklessly pulled into his driveway, just missing the garage door as he slammed on the brake and unlocked the passenger side door. "See ya around buddy" melchior said as he playfully punched moritz in the arm. He sighed and didn't reply as he got out of his "best friends" truck. "What's wrong? Ain't even gonna say goodbye?" Melchior teased. Moritz turned to face melchior, worry in his eyes. "Just...please don't hurt hanschen. Please." He said in a harsh, low tone as he turned back around and silently entered his parents house. (A/N: Moritz can't afford a house, so he still lives with his parents)  Melchior frowned and guilt began to sweep over him. However, he immediately snapped back into reality. "What the hell am i thinking?! I've finally got hanschen where i want him after all these years, no way im gonna stop now!" He shouted as he floored it down the street. He drove the few blocks to his house as hanschen muttered gibberish and giggled in the back seat. Melchior wore a devilish smirk as he pulled up to his apartment building. "Welcome home" he whispered to melchior as he helped him out of the back seat. Hanschen grinned and jumped into melchiors arms as he carried him into the building,

And into a world of HELL

A/N: K this isn't related to the story, but here's a shoutout to one of my best friends, kelso716! She has really good content (and a lot of dank ass memes) so i highly suggest you check out some of her works. See y'all in the next chapter!