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Chapter 34: A weirdo

IM NOT DEAD!!! Yayyy

Okay so I edited this after I got home from a party. So today I just went to work with a massive hangover and can't be bothered to double check if it makes sense but I know I owe you all atleast one update cause I haven't done one recently.... so here it is, sort of a plot mover nothing that interesting, sorry.

It's about to spice up though.

*Thud* "Ouch! shit!" Stephen exclaimed, after tripping over an awkwardly placed plant pot, rubbing his shin as he rolled on the floor. He looked up at the door, wincing as he prayed Declan didn't hear or recognise his voice.

On the other side, Dec had heard the racket and even though he was scared, something told his body to investigate so he did. He'd expected many things, Tamsin and Bear, a burglar, a concerned neighbour or even a confused postman. He didn't want to open the door so he took a look through the peep hole, which only spiked his curiosity when there was no one there, only a string of curses from a Male voice outside the door.

Hesitantly, and careful to stay behind the safety of the door, Declan opened the barrier just a little, what he saw was definitely not on his list of things he'd expected.

"Stevie?!"

Striking, blue eyes shone up at the Geordie and a grin broke out across Stephens fake tan as he scrambled to his feet. "Dec! I can't believe I actually found you!" He exclaimed, stepping forward to embrace his smaller friend but halting in his tracks at the way Declan stepped back and held up his hands against the gesture.

Stephen dropped his hands to his side, slightly deflated and trying hard to judge the tone better. "What are you doing here?" Dec asked cautiously, wanting to just close the door and hide from the world.

"Looking for you duh! And god are you hard to find!" The Geordie couldn't stop the over-energised man as he welcomed himself into the flat, taking in a good look around before turning to where Dec had closed the door and was standing with his arms wrapped around his thin torso.

Taking in a sharp breath, Stephen took a moment to study his friend while a thick lump of guilt settled in his airways. He almost looked as bad as Ant. The smaller man seemed ill, with deathly pale skin, hollowing cheeks and dark curves beneath his eyes. The taller man's eyes then wandered to the tight black clothes that the Declan he knew wouldn't ever dream of wearing, let alone be comfortable in.

This scrutiny had Declan tightening his arms around his body, wishing himself to be swallowed up by the ground. "W-What d-do you want Stevie?"

The taller man snapped out of his thoughts and looked to Dec who's hesitant eyes filled with a last pot of hope, "Did Ant send you? D-does he want me b-back?" Stephens heart broke in his chest for the smaller man, who seemed all but broken. He couldn't let him down like that and couldn't find the words to do it gently. Declan could tell though, Stephens face said it all. Dec felt the last of his life force drifting from him, leaving him nothing more then a shell of his former self.

He still doesn't want me, I was an idiot for thinking he might... I didn't deserve him in the first place.

"I'm so sorry Dec." Was all Stevie could say.

"'S not you're fault." Dec whispered quietly, shuffling his feet, just feeling like curling up in his empty bed and crying himself to sleep like a toddler.

"It is a little bit...." Dec's eyes flew up to Stephens and he frowned deeply, furrowing his brow in confusion. The taller man sucked in a deep breath, wanting the weight that had been crushing him all this time to finally ease. "I saw the pictures... a-after I found Ant I saw the pictures... but that wasn't the first time."