"Morning lads!" Will chants, bouncing his way into their apartment.
"Will shut the f**k up!" George yells, "we have neighbours you know?"
James chuckles.
"Oops. Anyway, here's your phone. Be more careful next time, yeah?" He hands it over.
George just glares in response.
"Jeez someone's hungover." Will giggles, making his way to the sofa.
"No kidding!" He moans, heading for the Paracetamol.
"Where's Alex?" James questions, scanning the room.
"In his bedroom, he'll be up in a minute."
"Oh really?" James smirks, "you sure he's not in yours?"
"Yes..why?"
"No reason." He grins, turning to Will.
"Mind if I go get him?" And before George can answer, he's legging it down the stairs.
However to his surprise, Alex isn't in George's room. But he's not in his own either.
"Alex?" James shouts.
There's no answer.
"ALEX?!" He raises his voice.
Nope nothing.
"George!" James heads back upstairs, "I thought you said Alex was here?"
"He is?"
"Where then?"
"What are you on about?" George races downstairs himself,
"Al?" He questions.
Once again, there's no response.
"ALEX?!" Will screeches, rushing into George's en-suite.
"Oh my go-JAMES, GEORGE COME QUICK!"
The duo race into the room, jaws dropping at the sight.
"Al?" George reaches for his hand, staring at the motionless boy.
"James call an ambulance!" Will yells, fear evident in his eyes.
"What the hell happened?!" George searches the room for any sort of hazard.
Neither Will or James question him being in George's bathroom, supposing it isn't the time.
"Al? Al wake up!" George shakes him gently, watching in exasperation.
"ALEX! ALEX PLEASE SPEAK TO US!" His voice echoes through the flat.
It's no use.
"The paramedics are on their way." James assures, trying to remain calm.
"WELL CAN THEY HURRY THE F**K UP?!" George shrieks, a mixture of dread and worry buzzing through him.
"He'll be okay." James gives a light smile, "he will."
"I bloody well hope so." George starts to shake,
"how could I have been so careless?"
"Huh?" Will spins to face him.
"I left him down here, this is all my fault!" His face starts to crumple.
"Hey, mate." Will shuffles closer, "this isn't your fault okay? He's an adult, no one expects you to take care of him."
"Yes but that doesn't mean I shouldn't. And oh look, something serious has happened."
"World War 2 was pretty serious George." James remarks, "doesn't mean you're responsible."
"YEAH WELL WORLD WAR 2 ISN'T MY BOYFRIEND IS IT?!" He stammers, suddenly realising what he's said.
He covers his mouth in a panic, trying not to make eye contact with his two best mates.
"I-um..my best friend."
Neither decide to comment, the current situation much more serious.
"Right let's carry him upstairs so he's ready for the parame-"
"No!" Will interrupts. "We have to let them do it..incase he's injured."
The pair nod in response, awaiting their arrival on the bathtub.
"I'm gonna head upstairs." James announces, "that way I can let them in when they get here."
He bolts upstairs and Will looks to George, noticing he still hasn't let go of Alex's hand.
"What?" George remarks, aware that he's staring.
"Just you two.."
"What about u-"
The duo are silenced by James racing into the room, paramedics at his side.
They check his passage way, raising his legs above the ground.
"He's not breathing!" One reports.
George has already made sure to untuck Alex's shirt but they loosen his belt, pushing down to get him to cough.
They check his airway again but he doesn't move an inch.
"Still nothing..yup..definitely not breathing!" They push Will to the side before lifting Alex onto a stretcher.
"Only one of you can ride in the ambulance with him."
Both James and Will point to George who mouths a 'thank you' before rushing after them.
"We'll follow in my car!" Will shouts, grabbing his keys off the side.
