Good omens fanfiction Aziraphale is in trouble

Part 1 Phone calls

Aziraphale sat at his table in his silent  bookshop murmuring things like "oh dear, oh dear what will I do now crowley's going to be angry" he smirked at the thought of that  today hadn't gone well and he really needed something good to happen so he decided to call Crowley he grabbed the telephone he dialed Crowleys number but then as he did a sharp pain shot through his wrist he yelped and tears began to form in his eyes he quickly finished dialing the number praying that didn't happen again,he knew Crowley would be suspicious he hadn't called him in a few weeks he was meant to he tried to- but he got caught up in his problems. Then a noise broke the silence a short and curt
"hello" filled the room making aziraphale jump he stuttered out a small whisper of a word
"h h hello"
"Azeriphale is that you? "
"Um um yes" more tears were brimming in his eyes he tried to hold him self together but he couldn't. He croaked out a small "umm c could you meet me across the road in the cafe please"

Aziraphale was right Crowley was concerned, as soon as he heard his angel's voice break that was it people were gonna be paying. "Okay then angel are you okay though? "
"I'm fine" Aziraphale says sniffling through his tears which we're now streaming down his face. Aziraphale decided he should look presentable so he combed his hair down(it bounced back up), splashed water on his face to calm his nerves and left the shop. As he stood outside for the first time in 6 weeks he sucked in the fresh clean air and remembered how nice a walk outside could be.
Although his mood shifted when he realised the conversation that was about to unfold. He dragged his feet across the hard concrete floor and hung his head low he didn't want to be seen out here. He slowly trodded into the cafe it was nice but right now it was the last place Aziraphale wanted to be, then suddenly he locked eyes with Crowley who was sat towards the back his arms hanging lazily on the old booth with a concerned look on his face Aziraphale faked a short smile, which to his dismay Crowley saw straight through he muttered his version of a curse under his breath "oh fiddlesticks"
"Angel hey sit down" Crowley said fake happily as he tapped the other side of the booth he had an eery look in his eyes Aziraphale could just sense it.
"Shh not so loud" he blurted out almost jogging over to Crowley, he slid into the opposite side of the booth and waited for the waterfall of questions coming his way.
"So? " Crowley questioned in a soft but demanding voice -silence- "Aziraphale what's wrong you dont call me for weeks , then call me burst into tears on the phone and ask me to meet you"
"Oh crowle-" another pain shot through his wrist and he sucked in a breath through gritted teeth he coughed out "ouch that hurt" clutching his wrist.
Crowleys eyes darted upwards as fear coated his usually calm face "Angel, Angel what's wrong talk to me"
"That's just it I can't" he whispered his voice sounded small and it was filled with sadness in a way that made Crowley grimace as he spoke.
"Hey hey hey you can talk to me you know that"Crowley assured him his voice was stern but caring. "Thank you my dear but its not that easy I'm afraid" Aziraphale spluttered out fighting the urge to cry he had a lump in his throat he could feel it growing.
Crowley looked at Aziraphale with a stern look that showed he wasn't letting this slide and simply asked"why did you say ouch, what hurt you? "

"I, um its a long story" he tried but Crowley's gaze didn't budge, he sighed and continued "it was Gabriel, okay? There now you know" his voice still rough from crying and he had clear lines streaking his face -the path his tears left behind.
"Start from the beginning" Crowley stated an angry look knotted his eyebrows together.