Is it wrong...If I love you? (SalxLarry)

Chapter 19- You hear that?

Hoi, peeps! Holy crap its been a while. I'm so sorry its been so long, I was in hospital and then a bunch of shit went down. My (now) ex cheated on me with their best friend, my mental health has spiralled down the drain, my home life is a mess and the lack of inspiration hasn't helped. I'll be ok. Now, I am REALLY struggling for ideas so if you have any, PLEASE let me know. Plus I know the last few chapters have been really shit but I hope I can redeem myself. And thank you so much for 2.3k reads! It means so much to me. >.<

"Hmm...?"

Sal sat up, peeling himself away from Larry's sleeping body. He looked around the messy treehouse, smiling as he remembered their earlier activities. He combed his fingers through his matted blue hair before putting it up in a single ponytail. Larry stirred next to him, letting out a small groan, probably his head hurting as usual. Sal put out his arm and stroked Larry's head in hopes of comforting him. 

"Go back to sleep, Lar-Bear. You'll feel better later, I promise."

The brunette nuzzled his head deeper into the bean bag and was soon asleep again, muttering in his sleep as he always did. Sal looked down at him, still smiling and thinking of how lucky he was that Larry was still here. 

Tears filled his eyes, not wanting to imagine his life if Larry had died in the hospital. Even though Larry was alive and well, curled up sleeping on the bean bag, he still saw him as a pale body with needles and wires sticking out of him, not even being able to breathe without machines whirring in the background. Sal grabbed Larry's limp wrist and pushed down with two fingers. A pulse. Despite the proof that Larry was alive, Sal couldn't get rid of the idea that he wasn't.

The tears rolled down his face, he couldn't take his eyes away from his boyfriend. Sal stood up and paced around the treehouse, trying to shake the image from his head. 

"No, he's here now. He's alive, he's ok..." He kept repeating to himself as he walked around, attempting to convince himself that everything was ok. Larry started to mutter louder in his sleep, his teeth chattering at the same time from how cold he was. 

Snapped out of his focused state and knelt down beside a shaking Larry, pulling a blanket over him. He leaned in closer so he could hear Larry mumbling,

"I'm sorry...never...leave..."

Even though he now had the blanket over him, Larry was still shaking in his sleep. He reached out to the empty space next to him, probably expecting Sal to still be there but was met with nothing. His hands turned into fists and pulled back towards him, his body curling into a fetal position thinking he was alone. Sal couldn't stand seeing Larry think he was alone, even in his sleep he felt alone. Sally flung his arms around Larry and sobbed into his shoulder.

The taller boy woke with a start, not quite knowing what was going on. He instinctively wrapped his arms around Sal, pulling him close.

"Hey, Sal, don't cry. What's wrong? Talk to me, dude."

Sal replied with even harder sobs and tightening his grip on Larry, almost crushing him. Larry started to laugh,

"Come on dude, I need to breathe, tell me what's wrong."

Larry pulled Sal from his shoulder so he could look into his weeping eyes. He wiped away his lover's tears and held him there, trying to calm him down. Sal didn't even answer him at first, he simply looked down and tried to control his tears. A wave of sudden anger came over the small boy, he was so angry with himself for letting him get in this state. He bashed his fists against Larry's chest, but Sal was so weak, it didn't even phase him.

"I-I'm so s-sorry, Larry! I failed you..."

Larry's eyes widened with concern, he tried to pull Sal closer to him but the blue boy sat stiffly.