Is It Worth Remembering?

Chapter 2

What in the actual hell is Chase doing standing in your living room? Why was he asleep in your bed? How did he even get in? It has been years since you last saw him. So many long years. Not only that, but you have only seen him at meet and greets or small parties. Would he even remember you after this long? His group got huge years ago and you figured you would never see him again so you stopped getting updates on his group. You had to finish high school and start college, there were more important things to worry about. So why in the world is he here with you now?
"Hey, babe, are you okay? You look a bit pale." Chase says in a sleepy tone.
"Uh.." Is all you can even mutter back to him before you hear him scream your name and black out.

You wake up back in your bed, what you assume is a few hours later after seeing Chase standing in your doorway. Assuming you passed out, you blink up at the ceiling. Currently you are covered in blankets with a few pillows behind your head. Deciding to look around, you see him not too far away at all. Chase is sitting at the foot of the bed on his phone, halfway turned towards you. You guess he hears you moving around, because he turns his head to look at you, a worried look in his eyes. He mutters a simple "Hey." and continues to stare at you.
Still confused as to why and how he has ended up here, you try to sit up, wanting to ask a few questions. A throbbing in your head stops you from even sitting up much and you let out a loud groan. With that, Chase carefully makes his way up to your side.
"Woah, woah, don't move too fast." Chases whispers as you lay your head back down onto the pillows.
Staring up at him, you notice that he has grown older since you last saw him. You can't place what has changed exactly, maybe it's the wrinkles starting to form from smiling so much, but you can see the change in his eyes for sure. They aren't as soft as they used to be, but they hold a lot of emotion in them, more than they used to when you would see him around.
He has put on a loose shirt with a pair of sweatpants rather than just his boxers. His hair is a mess, but you assume that is from sleeping the night before. You can't help but think that he looks like a puppy dog who has been beaten down a bit.
"You passed out and hit your head on the coffee table. I couldn't catch you in time, but I.. I think you should be fine." He tells you with a sad tone.
All you can do is stare at him, but you feel like he gets the message that you are okay and he eases up. You remember him calling you "babe" earlier and you wonder what has happened that you don't remember. At this point, you assume it is best to play along. If he is calling you names like that then you must of missed something along the way.
After sitting there for a few minutes, probably unsure of what to say, he lays down in the bed next to you and spreads the blankets, originally on you, to the both of you. Turning your head to look at him, you see that his eyes are closed and he looks pretty peaceful laying on your bed, like he feels as if he belongs here, so you close yours as well.
You don't know what is going on, but you feel a sense of relief with him being here and knowing that he is okay after all these years. A part of you is grateful that he has come to be in your life, but you aren't sure which part. You catch Chase smiling in his sleep as you slide a bit closer to him and close your eyes to sleep next to him again. What have you been pulled into?