Roadtrip one shots!

Without me

No this is not based off the song.
If you get triggered easily then I suggest you don't read on.
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Andy POV
Look at me.
I'm fat.
I'm a horrible singer.
I should die.
Then do it. Get it over with.
I walk into my boyfriends room.
He looks up to me with a smile. "Hi baby boy." He says. I blush and say a faint 'hi' back.
I sit down on his bed faking a smile.
"I want you to try to go 24 hours without me. If you do you find out something that changes a lot." I say.
He frowns. "But I don't wanna be away from you. I can't bare being across from you during dinner instead of next to you. Do you really think I will last?" He explains. I nod.
He sighs, "okay."
I smile a real one this time.
He packs clothes for a day and he is going to a hotel away from here. "Bye baby boy see you tomorrow." He says kissing my temple.
I nod, knowing I won't be seeing anyone tomorrow or anything.
He leaves the house about ten minutes later.
I write my note.
Dear Blair,
Thank you so much for the opportunity you have given me. Thank you for being there like my own father.
Dear Sonny,
Hey mah dude. You don't go taking over my job when I'm gone. Just kidding. I don't know who would do a better job at it.
Dear Brooklyn,
Oh my little Brookie-Cookie, you made me laugh everyday and made me smile when the times were stressful. Remember when we were recording the EP and you out of no where yelled crazy stuff out? Well I do.
Dear Jacky,
Oh Jacky. I don't know where I would have been before this until you found me in my bathroom cutting when the boys were out. I would be dead. But now I am... Take care of Brooklyn, I know you will.
Dear Rye,
You did it baby! You spent 24 hours without me now try the rest of your life. I love you Rye . Remember that.
Your band mate, brother, friend and guitar weirdo, your one and only fovvs.....
-Andrew Robert Fowler
I fold the paper and take it to the bathroom with me.
I get out the pills.
Methadone.
I take ten of them.
I feel my body weakening by the second.
I love you Ryepie...
Rye POV
It's been 24 hours. I can't wait to see my baby boy again.
I reach the house and see the lights all on.
Weird, the lights are never all on unless something happened.
I enter the house to loud noises. Sobbing, yelling, even swearing. But the one thing that caught me off guard was them screaming Andy.
I run upstairs.
I see paramedics in the bathroom. Sonny, Robbie, Alex, Conner, Brooklyn and Jack all stood outside crying.
The paramedics come out with sour faces.
"I'm sorry." They say.
I rush into see the pills all scattered across the floor. The cold lifeless body of Andrew Fowler, the love of my life.
I reach to touch his hand. Cold. I see the note in the corner of my eye and pick it up.
I go to the boys and gather them in the living room, with now Blair who has arrived. Jack reads everything out on the note.
"Dear Rye, You did it baby! You spent 24 hours without me, now try the rest of your life." He says the rest and drops the note.
He is gone.
Andrew Robert Fowler has died....
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Oof shitty writing sorry!
Have a nice night or day!!