-Two Weeks Later-
Alex's POV
" I don't know Phil . He hasn't texted or called. I don't know what to do." I said
I sat in Starbucks in front of Phil Lester. It was raining outside the sky was dark a gloomy. It cast a gloomy mood, which wasn't helping my current situation. It had been two weeks since I had talked to Patrick. I was starting to get worried about him. I think back to the first days after I had left.
I was staying with one of my friends. I was just going on my routine walk trying to clear my head of what happened with Patrick. That was when I had run into Phil again. We had started talking and he's pretty much been helping me through this whole thing. Only bad thing is he's only staying for another week then he's going back to London.
"Maybe you should go check on him make sure he's okay." Phil said
I considered it. "Are you sure he would want to see me. I didn't leave on the best of all notes. What if me showing up makes things works?"
He reaches his hand across the table and lays it on mine.
"You know until you go see him love."
I nod my head and get up from the table. Phil does the same. I give him a hug.
"Thank you." I said and then walk out to my car and drive towards Patrick's house.
Patrick's POV
I wake up. I had slept on my couch again that night. I sit up and look around my house and realize what a mess it is, but I don't care. I get up to use the bathroom and attempt to not fall over on any beer bottles that litter the floor amongst the other various objects that hide the wood flooring beneath them.
I hate havering to decide on things. especially when it comes down to choose who I love more.
Alex or Pete? Pete or Alex? I can't if I choose one I will lose the other. Pete hasn't spoken to me since that day I walked out on him and I haven't spoken to Alex since she walked out on me.
Pete and Andy have been trying to get us to practice but I can't. Everything is going down hill and I don't know how to stop it.
I start crying again. I don't hold back the tears as they spill over. I just let them fall.
Then images fill my head. Images of Pete's smile, and I think about all the times he's been there for me, defended me and made me feel like I was something. I've tried to do the same in return but have never been able to help him as much as he has help me.
As I'm thinking all of this I slowly start to realize what I have to do. I get up off my couch. I smell something terrible and realize it's me. I have to clean myself up. I have to clean my house. There's so much I need to do, but I have to do what's important first.
I take a quick shower and get dressed. I leave my house and start driving. I know what I have to do now. The only thing slowing me down now is the rain.
Pete's POV
I shouldn't have told Patrick.
I shouldn't have told Patrick.
I shouldn't have told Patrick.
I shouldn't have told Patrick.
That's the only thing on my mind as I walk back home. He hasn't spoken to me for weeks and he's not answering my calls. I feel like I ruined our friendship with my confession. I was so stupid to think anything could ever happen with me and him. I walk back home in the rain regretting everything and missing my best friend that much more.
Author's Note
So I feel like things are moving a bit fast and that the end of this fic is going to to come up sooner than I thought. I don't know. Let me know what you guys think. And Thanks for all the votes on this story. I'm glad you guys are enjoying it. :)
