Boyf Riends Fanfiction- It Started With A Game (ON HOLD)

Chapter Ten

A/N- slight mention of self harm, anxiety attack

Jeremy's P.O.V.

I was pacing around my room. I was pissed, I mean, who does he think he is?? Well, he's my boyf riend, but still.

I was over there upset because I was stressed and I came out of the bathroom to see him going through my stuff?! What the heck dude?! I mean seriously, I'm supposed to trust him??

Well... He's my best friend... And I guess it could have been either confused as his or unnerving that I had it. I meant to throw it away.... I had been carrying it around with me....

I sat down on my bed and tossed away the note. I mean maybe I shouldn't have yelled at him. Although, I still have a right to expect him to not go through my things? I did just storm out, though.

I sat there for a second, thinking over what had happened and how I reacted. I stood up quickly, in a sudden panic. I just yelled at, and left, my anxious, self-harming, boyfriend alone with nothing but his thoughts and insecurities! What kind of horrible boyfriend- horrible person- am I??

I stood up quickly, and raced out my front door and over to Michael's house.

Michael's P.O.V.

The door slammed behind him as he left.

What did I just do?! I just messed everything up! Is he going to break up with me now!? He's definitely going to break up with me...

My breathing immediately quickened and I started to shake. I shook my hands as my fingers started to go numb. I leaned against the wall and slid down it, pulling my knees up to my chest. I pulled off my glasses to wipe off the tears falling down my face. I tried to level my breathing, but it wasn't working very well. I put my hands on my head, and sobbed into my knees

I'm a mess.

"Hey, Michael, hey." I looked up in surprise to see Jeremy on his knees next to me. My eyes widened. "It's okay just breathe." I nodded, and tried to control my breathing again. "Touch?" I nodded again, and he put his arms around me.

"I-It's not working," I forced out, still hyperventilating.

"In for four, hold for seven, our for eight. You can do it, Micha." I leaned into him and focused until my breathing was somewhat steady. Jeremy held onto me, and I did my best to keep from crying again.

"It's alright Michael... There's nothing wrong with crying if you need to." At that point, I couldn't hold the tears back, and I was sobbing into his shirt. I was embarrassed, but I trusted him.

After a while I sat up. I chuckled in a super nervous manner. I pulled off my glasses and wiped my eyes and face with my hoodie sleeve, which I pulled over my hand.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I nodded.

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

"You have nothing to apologize for, this is all my fault, and I'm so sorry."

"It's fine Jer, I shouldn't have-"

"No, hey, you didn't do anything. I reacted incredibly poorly." He pulled me into another hug.

"D-does that mean... Are we still...?" I asked awkwardly.

"As long as you still want to be with me."

I smiled, "Of course I do."

He pulled away suddenly, having an almost scared look in his eyes. "Michael, you didn't, uh..."

"Wha-? Oh! No, no I didn't, I promise," I assured him. I could see the relief wash over him.

"Okay, good, that's good. I'm so sorry, I love you so mu...ch...." He froze. He looked over at me. A grin spread across my face slowly. "Did I- I mean, I didn't, um..."

I kissed him, "You talk too much." He blushed. "I love you too."

He smiled brightly and kissed me again.

"Are we okay?" He asked.

"No, I just kissed you and told you I love you, but secretly I'm extremely mad."

He rolled his eyes, but couldn't keep a smile off his face. I smiled back and leaned into him.

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Hey, sorry if this chapter absolutely trash, but thanks for reading it ❤

-Kay

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