Just one Touch

Chapter Five

Crowley if anyone had cared to ask, was in a club all night. Normally, clubs he felt weren't for him. But when someone you love hurts you, You do something dramatic. So Crowey had gotten in the Bentley and first had just driven for about thirty minutes. Only before arriving at a club in London that he had heard about.
Over the course of the night he had, more than an average amount of alcohol for him, a little bit of grinding on a man he found quite charming, and crippling guilt over running away from Aziraphale. Even though he felt bad, he needed to cool down. One night of both of them being upset, in equal and opposite ways, as opposed to weeks of it, if Crowley had stayed and yelled at him seemed over all worth it.
At around 2a.m. when Crowley had been out for a little longer than four hours he checked his phone for the first time. Sitting there was a text from Anathema. She texted Aziraphale earlier in the day and hadn't heard from him. The text to Crowley stated that she had invited both of them out to tea and that the Aziraphale hadn't responded.
Crowley felt sick, he had left Aziraphale and now, he could be dead, thoughts flew around in his mind, making it impossible to determine what one thing he needed to do. So he decided to walk out to the Bentley and get in. He tried to start the car but found that his mind was too foggy to do anything for him. So without thinking he, forgetting he was able to make himself sober, laid back in the car and fell asleep.
When Crowley woke up five hours later, he saw 1 thing and thought 2 things, a police officer writing a ticket, Aziraphale was probably worried sick, HE CAN MAKE HIMSELF SOBER. He poofed away the officer. And then sped off. As he flew around corners. All he wanted was to make sure Aziraphale knew that he was okay. As he neared the book shop he slowed not wanting to upset his angle more by driving much to fast. As he pulled into a parking spot near the front, he hopped out and sprinted up the stairs. When he reached the apartment he walked in, he looked around and saw Aziraphale passed out on the couch with a wine glass next to him. 
As Crowley looked around he saw 2 empty bottles of wine he knew to be full and one empty that he knew to be half full. "Oh, Angle." Crowley muttered feeling bad about running off like he did. Crowley picked up the sleeping angle and held his tight as he walked to Aziraphale's bed room. When he reached the room he opened the door, as he did he felt the angle wake up a little.
"Crowley, Oh my thank heavens your okay." After he spoke, the color drained from his face. "Why are you carrying me?"
At that moment Crowley set Aziraphale down on the bed, walking over to the chair nearby. "You were asleep so I wanted to put you to bed, and I'm sorry for running off."
"No I should not have used the nickname I did, I should have assumed it would make you upset."
"It didn't make me upset to be called it, well in the sense your talking. I didn't like being called it by you, because." He stuttered over his words unable to make eye contact with Aziraphale. "Because, I don't want you to see me as Evil."
"Dear, I don't ever see you as evil. You are the only demon I've ever met who would talk to me, who would be my friend, you are nicer than most angels I know. I do not see you as Evil, I see you as Chaotic, but not in an evil way."
"Chaotic, Evil. They are the same. And we are so different. How could you ever not see me as evil." Crowley cried out, attempting to lock his emotions back.
"Just because we are different, doesn't mean I see you as evil. And you are Chaotic Good, you are so Chaotic but you never want to hurt people, or to upset people too much. You are deep down a good person and I've always seen that." He paused looking up to meet Crowley's eyes "And I love you due to that. You aren't of heaven or hell, you are the middle ground."
"Thank you Zira, and I love you too, and You are middle ground too, we are middle ground together." He walked closer to the Angle, placing his hand on his check. Aziraphale flinched back and Crowley's face sunk. He turned and walked toward his room, mutter a good night before closing the door. Aziraphale, walked toward the room that Crowley had been occupying, inside he heard quit swearing mixed with tears. He so desperately wanted to go in and tell him. Tell him everything but then, he would feel like he would have to hug him and touch him and he didn't want to be touched just because Crowley felt bad.
Aziraphale walked into his room, and sat on his bed trying so desperately to hold in the tears. He knew though as he curled up on his bed clothes still on that the tears where going to come, they where, he smiled slightly, ineffable. As he curled near the top of his bed, he cried. Screaming into the pillow, and hoping with every fiber of his being that Crowley had not heard him, and hoping that as he cried he would stay quite. He knew deep down that he wanted Crowley next to him to hold him. But he would not have that because Crowley would never love'him and he could never pressure the demon into something that he didn't want to do. As Aziraphale stopped crying he curled up on his bed all his clothes still on trying to block out all the Negative emotions he had.