Alan POV
I don't remember much from last night, I just remember Austin fighting some guy, then us both having an argument, which lead to me crashing at some random guys place. I didn't know his name, I didn't know why I was here I was just thankful I was on his couch and not in his bed.
I looked at my phone but annoyingly it was out of battery. I rolled my eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. 8am. I silently got up and sneaked out of the door, I didn't want to face whoever it was. As I walked out the apartment I was pretty much blinded by the sky, it was way too bright. I noticed I absolutely stunk of alcohol on the way back home so i'd need a shower but the first thing I wanted to do was talk to Austin. I don't know what the argument was about between us but I wanted to fix it.
I unlocked the door to my apartment and the first thing I noticed was Austins keys on the floor, next to smashed glass. The coffee table was knocked over and a framed photo was on the floor. I was so confused, I tip-toed around the glass and picked up the photo. It was of me and Austin, but the glass was cracked.
What happened here? "Aaron?" I called, but there was no answer. "A-Aust?" Nothing. The door was still together, so it wasn't a robbery. Why can't I remember? This must be about last night. What did I do?
Austin must of been home because his keys were here, he wouldn't be able to get very far without them. I checked my room, and he wasn't there, nor in the kitchen, so I walked to his door and knocked. "A-Aust?" There was no reply. I quietly opened his door to see him laid out on his bed, upon further notice I saw his eyes were red, there was a cut on his lips and his knuckles were pretty red too.
I kind of didn't want to wake him, but I really just wanted to know if he was okay, and what happened to us. "A-Austin?" I called again, but walking towards his bed. I sat on the side of his bed gently and his eyes slowly opened. I smiled at him, but he didn't return the smile. He closed his eyes and turned to face the other side of the room.
I reached over the bed and placed my hand on his shoulder "Austin, what's up?" I asked calmly. He didn't open his eyes, or move. "If I was you, I would get out of here" he said low. I retracted my hand, scared of his reply. He sounded really mad and I had no idea why. I did as he said though, I backed up out of his room and then it hit me. I ran straight to the bathroom and my head went straight into the toilet. I was never drinking again.
I started to remember what happened last night as I was cleaning up the broken objects in the main room.
He warned me not to drink, but I still did. I was with that guy, all night, I think we nearly hooked up too. Oh god, Austin stepped in and the two of them fought, I stupidly stuck up for the random guy, an-and then I argued with Austin about him beating him up. Oh my god, I am the worst person. I held the broken photo in my hand and could see the tears start falling.
I had to make it up to him, and I had to do it quickly. I wasn't prepared to lose him.
Once I cleaned up the room I changed my clothes and went out. I went to the shops, to get him something I knew he really liked. I knew material things couldn't really make up for what I did, but its a start to what i'll have planned for him. I would do anything to keep him.
I bought him breakfast from his favourite place and set it out at home on the table with a note, I went to set up some other things too.
When I came back half an hour later, he was gone, his keys were gone, the note had been chucked and the food not touched. My heart broke a little, but that probably doesn't add up to what I did. I cleaned everything away and didn't know what else to do with myself.
Austin POV
I was still mad. Still way too angry at him, I just couldn't believe those words would come out of his mouth, I couldn't believe he was almost going to go home with that other guy, and then fucking sticking up for him. I heard the door slam and took that as an opportunity to get up. I put a bunch of clothes in a bag and swung it over my back. When I walked into the living room I noticed food on the table with a note.

Im sorry about whatever happened. I swear to you, it will never happen again. I've been such a dummy and I have no idea how to make it up to you, but I bought your favourite breakfast for a hopeful start <3 - Alan.
Stupid notes and breakfast was not going to make things better. I chucked the note on the table, took my keys and left.
Toby said I could crash at his a while, until things were good with me and Alan, but right now, I didn't want to be in the same room as him, so Toby's place will do.
"Alright man?" Toby said as he greeted me at the door. "I've got a spare room set up for you"
I smiled at him "Thanks a lot dude, it means a lot"
I was grateful for friends like him.
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"I just- He called me a monster Tob's" I sighed
"Li-like a couple of years ago monster?" he asked
I nodded my head. "He knows about that, what if he meant it?"
"Dude, i'm sure he didn't, its just the alcohol" Toby tried consoling me.
"You know the saying. A drunk mans words is a sober mans thoughts. What if that's what he actually thinks of me?" The thought never left my mind.

What if Alan actually thought I was a monster and he was just pretending this whole time?

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