World Tour

Paris: talk

Brett had gotten pretty drunk and Eddy was a bit worried about how he would feel tomorrow. The venue was bad enough, he didn't need a sick Brett on top of it all. 
He carefully lead Brett back to the hotel and forced him to drink another glass of water before he allowed him topple on to the bed, still fully clothed. He fell asleep instantly and started snoring. 
Eddy let out a heavy sigh, as he tried to take off Brett's jacket and jeans. His head was slowly clearing, the fog of the alcohol rising, and he realised all too well what Sophie had seen. She'd said she'd keep quiet, but could he trust that? 
It was becoming obvious to him that they couldn't stay in their little bubble forever. People were bound to find out. 
He sighed again and took his own clothes off, slipping into bed next to Brett. 

He woke up with a start when he heard Brett throwing up in the bathroom. Shit. He'd been even drunker than he'd thought.
Normally, he would have stayed in bed and asked him if he was alright when he came out of the bathroom. This was definitely not his first experience of drunk Brett. 
But now he was his boyfriend, and he wanted to take care of him. 
So he steeled himself for the sounds and smells and walked into the bathroom to find Brett hunched over the toilet, retching. 
He breathed deeply through his mouth to settle his own stomach, crouched next to him and stroked his back. 
¨You'll be okay¨, he whispered. ¨You'll feel better soon.¨
Brett groaned. 
But after a while it stopped and Brett flushed the toilet and closed the seat, so he could rest his head on it. 
¨You a bit better now?¨ asked Eddy. 
¨A little bit.¨ Brett croaked. ¨ I'm a moron and you can never let me drink again¨, he added with great emphasis. 

Eddy smiled a bit, for he knew how long it would take Brett to forget he ever said that, and got up to get Brett some water.  

¨So...¨ Eddy started, hesitantly.
It was morning, and Brett had kept the water down. They had slept okay actually, and Brett seemed to be doing reasonably well. Eddy was a bit headachy, but to be honest, he was feeling better than he deserved for how much wine he had drunk. He'd quickly gone downstairs to sneak a couple of white bread rolls from the breakfast buffet, knowing Brett would feel better when he got some food in him, and they were sat eating them now.
¨It's not that I'm not loving being in this bubble with you, because I am. But I think it's quite obvious to anyone who sees us that we're in love. And I don't want one of our fans to go and post the wrong picture or something, and that getting back to my mum. So at some point...¨
He almost whispered the last words: ¨Imma have to call her and tell her.¨

His eyes were heavy with the implications of his words, and Brett looked at him earnestly.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index fingers, sliding them under his glasses. 
¨Yeah. We'll have to at some point. But I think you're very worried about how it will go?¨
Eddy swallowed.
¨I'm not gonna lie, yes, I am. You know how close we are, I... I don't want to lose her. But I don't want to hide in the closet with you forever either.¨
¨You're not going to lose her, I'm sure of it. Yes, she may be shocked and she may need some time. But you'll never lose her, she loves you too much.¨
¨I hope you're right...¨, Eddy said. ¨Do you remember that Sophie saw us making out last night in the alley?¨
Brett looked at him, blinking.
¨I remember the making out... that was pretty great.¨
Eddy laughed. ¨That it was, that it was. But Sophie came to fetch us and she saw. I asked her to keep it quiet and she said she would.¨
Brett shook his head slightly.
¨Well, I hope she does until we have a chance to call home.¨
¨Yeah. I don't know how right it feels anymore to keep everything a secret, though...¨
¨I know¨, Brett said and pulled him into a fierce hug. ¨I know.¨