A/N: This is based off of a prompt from the lovely 'imagineyourotp' tumblr blog ( post/37778197767/imagine-your-otp-in-an-argument-late-at-nigh-that). It's short, it gets to the point, and I'm happy with it considering that it's the first time I've written Chainshipping in a while. I'm mostly publishing this just make some announcements, though. Once I get all of my schoolwork out of the way and Christmas break arrives, I have a lot of plans in terms of writing. This includes maybe two multi-chapter Labyrinth fics, a Chainshipping fic, and perhaps even an Insidious drabble. I'm really excited for each of these individual projects. Like, the thought of them often distracts me from my work. So I should probably get back to that now. World History awaits me.
Five Minutes
Lawrence shifts in his spot, once, twice, not quite realizing that he's just returned to the same position. A sitcom with an obnoxiously fake laugh track plays on the TV before him, but he pays it no mind. Really, it could be broadcasting the same episode over and over and he wouldn't notice.
7:30. He has to be back by now.
No, everything must be alright. Lawrence just needs to calm his frazzled mind; stifle the nauseating paranoia that he tends to fall into. It's just the guilt, he assures himself. It's just the pitiful guilt for all of the things he said, no, shouted at Adam last night.
It wasn't like he meant it. He was just so angry, so passionately angry with that brilliant idiot that he loves so much. Had Lawrence known that the careless jab he'd made about Adam's father never being present in his life would affect Adam so badly, he never would have said it in the first place. He knew that it'd always been a sensitive subject for Adam. He was his fiancé, for God's sake.
7:32. Has it really only been two minutes?
In an attempt to soothe and distract himself, Lawrence thinks back to when he'd finally gotten through the locked door to their bedroom last night. He'd been so choked up with relief to see an unharmed and slumbering Adam that the apologies he'd been planning in his head had turned to dust. Instead, he'd curled up next him and drifted off, his hand never leaving Adam's waist.
And then there was the goddamn note, explaining something about an impromptu shoot, and how they'd talk things through once it was over. For the first time in his life, Lawrence had been upset that Adam's photography was gaining in popularity. He needs him here, so that he could make amends while they're both completely conscious. God, he just loves him so much.
7:33. Adam will be here any moment. They will talk for as long as they need to and everything will be alright. They'll kiss and have sex, and maybe even discuss the wedding some more. Everything will be alright.
7:34
7:35
The doorbell rings.