Give me a reason

What happened.?

"James you need to quit." I say reaching for the Liquor bottle that lately seemed to be permanently stuck to his palm, "No." He says lightly moving his arm, and laughs my hand brushing past his. "You've been drinking all day, just talk to me." I complain.

Stereo Kicks got eliminated about 3 weeks ago, I'm Noni (no-nee) I was a background dancer on the show, James and I had a instant connection, Simon sensed it and he said that we are not to mingle with eachother as long as we were on the show, so we nipped it in the bud and stopped our actions. But once they were eliminated there was nothing stopping us. James has been at my house for the past two weeks, his behavior was too much for him mom to handle so he moved in with me. I don't mind it, I love it actually. But he is having a horrible time dealing with this rejection. The rest of the guys are trying to find other people to sign them and getting in contact with Simon possibly talking about a record deal, but James here... He's just along for the ride.

He hasn't stopped drinking. Jake and him have gone out a few times, and when they came back they reeked of weed. I never brought it up because he's already stressed and I don't want to add to it, but now I don't know.

"You need to shut this shit down." I order waving my hand over his entire body, standing in between him and TV which right now was occupied by Skrek yelling at Donkey about onions.

"It's nothing to worry about." He waves his hand at me. "Yes it is James." I sigh rubbing my face. "Can you just lie down with me?" He pouts, opening his arms to me. I stand there with my arms crossed over my chest for a moment. I cave. I sit down next to James on my black felt couch, he sets the clear bottle down on the side table pulling me close to him.

I rest my head on his chest, laying on top of him. His head resting on the arm of the couch, me drapping across his long lean body.

"Is this better?" He asks looking down at me. I look up and smile. Ignoring the sent of obnoxiously hard alcohol on his breath. "Perfect." He smiles back. He kisses my nose. I cuddle back up to him. "What are we going to do tonight?" He asks. Playing with my hair. "Umm... Well there only 3 days untill Christmas soooo I say we go see your mom." He lets out a single loud laugh. "Ha! You're hilarious." I love the way he sounds when he says that... His accent ♡♥♡ "Why?" I ask "She hates me. I don't want to go over there." He explains, I rise, straddling his waist, sitting down on him "She doesn't hate you, she just doesn't like what you're doing. And neither do I by the way." I inform him. His eyes go cold and empty. "There is nothing wrong with me." He argues. "James. You have not expierenced be meaning of the word 'sober' in a month." I retaliate, feeling myself getting heated. "It's not that bad." He defends once again, he reaches for the bottel but I grab it before he can, his reaction time is crazy slow when he's like this. "You don't see where I'm coming from." I say, looking down at my bare legs, just wearing a pair of spandex and one of his hoodies "Yeah I do, but you don't need to worry about me, alright?" He says rising my head with his thumb, I look into his insanely beautiful green/blue/gray eyes. "I have to worry about you." I say "No you don't." "You need to stop drinking. A little bit is fine. You haven't stopped. This is getting a little carried away." I say sounding as nice as possible. "I am so fuckig sick of people riding my ass about this. I'm old enough! I'm not dead! What's the fucking problem?!" He shouts. "I KNOW you are not yelling at me like that." I snap. He just looks back at me saying nothing. We murder each other with our eyes.

I get off of him and walk in the direction of my or now our bedroom. The bottel right now feels like posin resting jn the clutch of my dainty fingers. "Noni stop." He says, I hear him rise from the couch. I walk down the hallways of my apartment, "Stop." He says louder picking up the pace, I hear him not being too far behind me. I get to our room, I swing the door closed but right before it can shut fully he forces it open crashing into the poor poor wall behind it. "I said stop!" He shouts "So did I!" I should back turning to face him. "I'm not doing anything wrong!" He snaps, "You have been drunk for the past 3 fucking weeks James!" I shout "You're stupid no I haven't." He rolls his eyes. "You have spent every dime you have on alcohol!" I state, getting closer to him "I haven't hurt anybody." He says calmly walking to the mirror across the room fixing his hair "I'm talking to you." I say sharply trying to regain his attention "I'm listening." He says 'whateverly' still obsessioning over his already flawlessly perfect hair. "Look at me." I bark. He continues to mess with it. I walk over to him, grabbing his shoulder forcefully rilling him around to face me. "Stop!" He shouts, shoving my arm away. "James just talk to me." I stress "I don't have to." He snaps, he looks away. "Look at me." I say, I repeat myself. I grab his face with my hand and force his head so that it is parellel to mine. "Talk to me!" I shout tears streaming down my face. I set the bottle down on the dresser next to him "Leave me the fuck alone!" He shouts shoving me away, grabbing the bottle, chucking it at the wall behind me. I step back, looking at the man in front of me. Defiantly not the man I met 4 months ago.

I walk over to the dress or I grab my keys and phone. I pull on a pair of pants and wlk out of our room. "Babe where are you going?" He groans following me. "I'm 'leaving you alone' " I quote "Don't be dramatic, I didn't mean it. Please, I'm sorry Noni." He says stressed. I turn to face a sad James Graham... "I'm sorry." I sigh, he walks to me with open arms, he engulfs me in a hug. I wrap my arms around his waist and he wraps his arms around me. I rest my head on his shoulder and tears start to hit his gray v-neck. "I love you." He says, and places a single kiss on my neck. I kiss his exposed colar bone, "I love you too." I whisper. What happened.?