Help Me

The Move

Rye

Moving out of Blair's flat was a new experience. Moving into their own was an even weirder one, one that Rye found oddly terrifying. Because although they had all moved away from their parents, they still lived with an adult role model, and adult figure. So if they had no idea what they were doing, Blair could set them all straight.

Rye guessed that he still could, but it wasn't as if he was in the next room. There was a reasonable distance between them now.

They had Harvey move in with them, which would be something different on top of everything else that was happening. Everything was changing, and moving so fast, some changes good, and some changes bad.
But that was life, Rye thought.

And that's what brought himself and Mikey into a mutual understanding of the rooming situation.

Rye understood that they wouldn't be sharing a room. It was a simple conclusion really, and something that hadn't needed much discussion. Although they were together romantically, they still needed their space, and their rooming situation provided answers to that.

He was happy that his boyfriend was rooming with Andy... Out of all of them, Rye knew that Andy would be the best choice for him. Andy seemed to just get Mikey the most out of all of them, even though all of them were close.
One of the things that they bonded over was their similar humour, something that Rye found hilarious yet creepy. And also, Rye knew that Mikey trusted Andy anyway; not that he didn't trust Brook or Jack , that wasn't the case at all.
It was more of the fact that Andy was the oldest physically and mentally, although all of them now could give him a run for his money; especially after what had happened.

Rye zoned back in then, as he heard Brook and Jack horsing around in their room right beside his and Harvey's room. He smiled to himself, sitting cross legged on his bed.

The one thing he loved about sharing a room with Harvey was how calm he was, unlike the others. With Harvey he could just chill and have a chat, talking until the early hours of the morning with no stress, headaches, anger and frustration.

However he hated it too, although it was a nice change, because Harvey spends so much time away that Rye feels as though he was sharing with himself. It was lonely late at night, but more often than not Mikey crawled in beside him at three in the morning, something that Rye found adorable. The conversation between them was always the same;

"Why are you not asleep?" Rye would mumble as he pressed his face into Mikey's neck.

"Missed you." Mikey would yawn, and seconds later he would be fast asleep.

Rye was never close behind.

But during the day, Rye often found himself hanging out in the Jacklyn room, or the Mindy room to keep himself occupied.
So many times a day himself and Mikey were just cuddling in bed, or on the sofa, just enjoying each others company. Until the boys' ruined it, or disturbed them that was.

Rye smiled again as he closed his eyes.

Although it may not seem like it, he was enjoying the freedom of the new flat, the extra space. Because the five of them had lived on top of each other for nearly three years. Now, they had the opportunity to make something for themselves.
And this was only the start.

***

Walking back into the flat, Rye immediately could sense that something was wrong.
The atmosphere had changed, no longer chilled out, and he stepped in slowly, cautiously, mouth running dry instantaneously.

"What's wrong?" Andy went to step forwards, but Rye held him back with a gentle hand.

"Something doesn't feel right." He whispered, taking another step in their flat.