Roadtrip Oneshots

Bikey, Slipping Away (Part 2)

Requested by youtubeloverxxxx... so thanks for the idea!
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Mikey

A warmth followed me back to the flat that first night.

I'd been numb and cold, too out of it to call an Uber, but the second I saw the boys in the front room that warmth faded. I sniffled loudly at the loss, and at the noise three heads turned to face me.

I shut the door and hung my head. My hand slid down the smooth door slowly.

"Mike?"

Andy's voice broke as he tried to speak, and I wordlessly wrapped my arms around him, held him tight. I needed to hold something. Hold something close to me. I needed that warmth back. The loss of it made me feel empty. I didn't like that feeling, only I would always feel it.

"Put the video out tonight," I said hoarsely when I pulled away.

"Are you sure? Because we can wait a night or two..."

Rye said that, and I shook my head right away.

"No. It has to be tonight... the Roadies need to know that he's... that he won't..."

I broke myself off and squeezed my eyes shut, my whole body shaking.

It had been bad enough texting the news out to Brook's and my family minutes after it had happened, and then slowly trailing home to the boys.

Arms wrapped themselves around me, and I looked up with blurry sight to see Jack's distraught expression. I rested my chin on his shoulder and hugged him back, but it didn't feel the same.

I knew that nothing ever would, and that made it worse.

"They need to know that he's not coming back," I whispered, stared hard at the floor.

I focused on the carpet, tried to focus on each individual square. I didn't want to cry. I could cry when I was in bed later.

But Jack's hand on my back reminded me of how much I had lost. It reminded me that Brook wasn't coming back. Empty bed. Not enough people in the house. Not enough noise.

"I think you should go to bed mate. Rest for a while," Andy murmured.

I made eye contact with him, screwed my face up when I saw him cry.

I sniffed.

"I'm okay, really," I said as I wiped away the tears.

I guessed they had started to fall, but they refused to stop.

"You're not though, are you?" Andy tried to smile.

I tried to smile back.

"It's fine," I whispered.

I hid my face in Jack's shoulder, couldn't stop my body from shaking.

It's not fair. It's not fair that it was Brooklyn. It should never have been Brooklyn...

Brook's face appeared in my vision when I closed my eyes, and I let out a whimper that I couldn't contain.

He looked so real. He looked so real, but he wasn't. Not anymore. In this world, Brooklyn no longer existed.

And with that thought, I broke down completely. My knees went weak. Buckled. Jack held me up, and I felt his body shake against mine. I cried into his shoulder, not able to get Brooklyn out of my mind.

But why did I want his memory gone?

I cried harder, and before long it turned to sobs. At some point Jack led to me to my bed, and we laid down together.