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Chris let out a snore and hit his lips together tiredly, which emitted a sucky noise. He yawned and opened his eyes to discover his hands were wrapped around a pillow, not his lover. A quick glance at his watch told him he fell asleep, and it was now nine in the morning. He groaned and balled his fists to rub the sleep from his eyes.
Ting!
Chris jerked his head up, confused at where the noise came from. He saw his iPhone blinking, and he picked it up. A picture of Phil sleeping took up the top half of the screen. Chris absolutely loved that picture, and snapped it so he could see his baby sleeping even when they were separated through distance. His hands were drawn up towards his chest, much like an infant sleeping, and his head was off to the side. His lips were puffy and pouted. He gave a small, sad smile before he touched his thumb to the View Message button.
Just wanted to let you know I'm okay. As much as I'm pissed with you, I don't want to worry you. I guess I'll see you soon.
Chris sighed, and thumbed the Reply button.
I'm sorry baby. Please give me a second chance.
He hit send and dropped the phone on the bed before heading towards the bathroom. He turned the shower on and listened to the water hit the shower floor. Already naked, he stepped into the steamy confine and watched the water roll off his chest and abdomen. The shampoo bottle was left open, labeled Invigorating Eucalyptus Shampoo in script lettering. He grabbed the bottle and squirted a large amount on his scalp, and massaged it in. Having the scent wafting over his boyfriend the previous night would calm his senses until he could see him again. He closed his eyes and stuck his head under the shower head to rinse the shampoo out. He shut the water off and got out of the shower. One of Phil's discarded towels lay on the floor, and he used it to dry his hair and then wrap around his waist.
His iPhone blinked on and off. He walked over to it and thumbed View Message.
If I give you another second chance, how do I know you're not going to screw it up again? I've given you close to twenty second chances, and you throw those to the fucking wind every time. I don't want my heart broken again. Well, for a twenty-fifth time. I need you to show me you mean it, and that you love me, and you're not going to betray my trust again.
Chris bit his lip while he pondered what to say back. An idea flashed through his mind, and he raced to his unopened suitcase and pulled out some clothes. The clothes felt weird going over his wet body, but he ignored that in his haste to leave the hotel. He ran out the door with his phone and key card, and down the hall.
xxx
Phil sighed as he hit Send Message. He wished Chris was still the same loyal boyfriend he had fallen in love with a year ago. Now he was just an arrogant bastard most of the time, and let his mouth run way too much. It seemed like he just said sorry so he could have sex with him again.
Phil had left the hotel around six in the morning. He had driven a while until he got to the hotel where the remainder of the wrestlers were staying. He had to go see one of his best friends to get some advice. He checked his phone to confirm the room number, and knocked on 203.
"Hey man, how are you?" Phil asked Kofi Kingston, giving him a half-hug. Kofi stepped aside and let him in.
"Nah, man, how are you? You sounded awful on the phone earlier," Kofi spoke, shutting the door behind the two. Phil sat down at the small, round table and fiddled with the room service menu.
"Honestly, I'm just sick and tired of Chris' shit. I love him like crazy; always have, always will. But I'm fed up with him fucking with my heart. I don't know whether to give him another chance or just break it off."
Kofi sat down across from Phil and let out a sympathetic sigh. "You know what you should do. You and I both know what needs to be done. You can always come over here to get your mind off of shit, alright?"
Phil let out a shaky breath. "How am I going to tell him? It'll break his heart."
Kofi leaned forward and patted him once on the shoulder. "You can do it. You deserve better, Phil. Maybe someday he'll mature as a person and you can work it out then."
Phil nodded and grabbed his phone. There were two messages on his phone from Chris. He thumbed them in turn.
Hi baby. I wanna show you how much you mean to me. Come by the hotel soon. I love you!
Philly, babe. Please respond. I have to show you how much I love you.
Phil rolled his eyes and thumbed Reply.
I'll be there, but I have to tell you something first. Be there in an hour.
Phil turned the phone off and stood up. Kofi stood up and gave him a good-luck smile. "Call me when you're done there, man. Good luck."
"Thanks, Kofi," Phil said, shoving his phone in his pocket. "I really appreciate it."
Phil left the hotel room and out to his car, and off to break his lover's heart.
xxx
Chris raced around the room, shoving clothes in suitcases and shoving those under the bed. He lit the candles he got from housekeeping and dimmed the lights. He had a playlist of punk and rock playing quietly in the background, a mix of both of their favorite music. Chris sat down at the table and rearranged the flower arrangement, anything to keep his nervous hands moving. After what seemed like a century, a light knock came from the door. Chris jolted in his seat and fixed his shirt before opening the door. His heart warmed when he saw Phil. He looked beautiful, despite the dark bags under his eyes and the slight red flush to his face. "Hi sweetie," Chris said warmly, a large smile taking over his face. "I'm so sorry."
Phil walked past him, his face an odd combination of confusion, regret, and anguish. He sighed shakily.
"Chris, I can't keep doing this," Phil whispered sadly. "I can't handle having my heart broken again. I'm… I'm breaking up with you."
Chris' jaw dropped in disbelief. "But, but baby… I thought you came so I could show you how much I love you!"
Phil covered his face with his hands. "Chris, please don't make this harder than it has to be, okay?"
Chris' bottom lip jutted out, and he felt a pinch behind his eyes. "Honey, you can't be serious, right?"
Phil looked upwards and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. "I'm leaving. We're breaking up. I will always love you, though."
Furious, Chris slammed his hand down on the table. Phil flinched. "You're not doing this to me, god dammit! You're just going to go home and forget all of this fucking happened, and you're gonna come running right back to me! You can't be without me!" His voice caught in his throat as he tried to choke back a sob, to no avail. "You need me, baby. You can't be without me."
Phil felt terrible as he watched Chris break down and cry in front of him. He could barely breathe, making just a few pained gasping noises. "You need me. You n-need me…"
Phil darted out of the room when Chris fell to his knees and sobbed into his hands. He heaved, gasped for air, and palmed away the moisture from his face. He officially lost his love, his one-and-only, and it was killing him. Phil had closed the door on his way out, but he was sure people could still hear him sobbing from outside. He pulled the velvet box from his pocket and opened it, admiring momentarily how the light shone off the ring.
"You stupid son of a bitch!" Chris cried. "You were supposed to fix this mess. You were supposed to keep him here! You were supposed to show him how much I fucking love him!"
He took the ring out of the box and chucked it across the room. He collapsed onto his stomach on the ground and his body ripped with sobs.
"He's gone. I fucked up. I m-miss him. I love him. I need him! He's g-go-gone."
xxx
Phil stood outside the door, his ear pressed against it gently. It hurt him so much to hear him fall apart like that, but there was no way he could keep going through with this emotional torture. He tore himself away from the door and started walking down the hall, alone. Soon he'd be getting into bed alone, and then going to work alone. Eating alone, working out alone, watching TV alone; this was really happening. He just broke up with Chris Irvine.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I feel like this chapter sucked ass, but you can judge me on that. Please please please review, it helps me know how I'm doing as a writer and what I need to improve on. :3 Stay tuned!