I'll Catch You When You Fall

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James' POV

"Okay, you're good. I'm so proud of you James," Kendall said after he searched me and my stuff.

"Yeah, thanks," I said back quietly. It felt awful to lie to the person I loved, but I had to.

Kendall's cell phone began to ring, so he ran to pick it up.

"Hello?" Kendall said. "Now? Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes," Kendall hung up and turned to me.

"I have to go to the studio James. I'll be back in a couple hours, okay?" I nodded. "Good," Kendall said as he kissed my cheek. He got his jacket and left. I realized that I had some time to do something. I opened up my special chest, the only thing I had left of my mother. My father had thrown everything else that was hers away, and this chest was all I could get. I took out the stuff and my needle and walked into the bathroom. I closed and locked the door. I took a couple deep breaths and put the heroin into the needle. I pulled up the sleeve of my long sleeved shirt and touched the needle to my skin.

I pressed the needle into my skin. It stung a bit at first, but I was so used to it, it didn't even faze me anymore. I put my thumb on the top of the needle, and pushed down, injecting the heroin into my body. I closed my eyes and thought about the high I was about to get. After I had injected all the heroin from the needle into my arm, I put the needle down on the bathroom counter and sank to the floor. I felt my body tingle and start to go numb. This is what I lived for. This was all I had.

I loved this feeling. I loved getting high. I never wanted to give this up. I wanted to die high.

Kendall's POV

I was doing a couple of solo rehearsals with Gustavo, but I was distracted. But I wasn't distracted because I was angry or sad; I was distracted because I was so happy. I was happy because James had gotten back from treatment two weeks ago, and he had been doing well. He had gotten off marijuana, and turned his life around.

When James had told me four months ago that he had been doing marijuana for a year, I had been devastated. I had begged him to go to treatment, to get help for his problem. I was glad it had only been marijuana, though. There were some way worse drugs out there. He had agreed to go get treatment, so I looked up the best treatment centers in L.A. and checked him into the best one I could find. I had told Carlos and Logan what James had told me, and they had the same reaction. I made them promise not to tell anyone, not even Gustavo, Kelly, or my mom. We had put together our own money to pay for James' treatment, and told everyone that he was going to visit some family members that he had recently discovered. I couldn't tell Gustavo, Kelly, and my mom about James' marijuana problem because my mom might make it harder to deal with it, and Gustavo would surely kick James out of the band. This was his dream, so I couldn't let that happen. It would devastate him.

James had come back from treatment, and they told me that he had done an excellent job. I had been checking James every day since he got home from treatment. I hadn't found anything on him, or any marijuana in his possession, so I knew that the future was looking up. I was so proud of James for overcoming this.

I just wanted him to know that I would never give up on him.

Finally, Gustavo told me that rehearsal was over and that I could leave. I gathered up my stuff and walked out of the studio. I climbed into the limo and in ten minutes, which felt like nanoseconds, I was standing in front of the Palm Woods. I walked in, and went to the elevator. I pressed the button to go up. I walked out of the elevator and walked over to the door of 2J and opened it.

"James?" I called. "I'm home! Where are you baby?"

"I'm in here!" I heard my angel's voice call out. I walked over to the room we shared and saw James sitting on the bed.

"Hey baby," I said as I walked over and kissed my boyfriend on the cheek. He turned his head so I was kissing his soft lips. I sat down on the bed next to James and eased us down on the bed. I slid my tongue across James' lips, asking (more like begging) for entrance. James granted my wish and opened his mouth. I slid my tongue across all the sensitive spots in his mouth, and he let out a soft moan in response. I smirked on the inside about that. I always loved pleasuring my Jamie. And I had missed this. James had been gone in treatment for three months, so I needed this. I slipped my hand under his shirt and he wound his leg over mine. We continued to suck each other's faces off until the need for air became too great. We pulled apart and we smiled like idiots at each other. I slipped my hand out from James' shirt, and he looked at me, a bit confused.

"I just need to pee babe, "I explained.

"Oh, well don't let me stop you," he said, unwinding his leg from mine. I got up and walked into the bathroom. On the counter, I saw an empty needle. What was this? I picked it up and looked at it. It looked like it had been used before. I walked out of the bathroom with it, and walked over to the side of bed.

"Hey James, what's this?" I asked him. He looked at me, and for a second, I thought I saw him flinch, but it happened so quickly, that I couldn't really catch it.

"I think that Logan was practicing some kind of doctor thing with that. You know how he's always trying out new medical things, and our bathroom is bigger than his and Carlos's, so it would give him more space to put the dummy thing and try whatever that is out," he responded. I had to admit, he did give me an answer extremely quickly, and James was definitely not a fast thinker. It had to be true.

"Oh, okay. I guess when he comes home we can give it back to him," I said.

"Yeah, I'll do it," James offered.

"Okay James. Thanks," I said. We lay back down and picked up where we left off.

James' POV

Damn. I was going to have to be a lot more careful. Kendall can't find out that I've been lying. Kendall can't find out that I haven't quit doing drugs. He just can't. It would end our relationship. It would end my friendships with Carlos and Logan. It would shatter their trust for me. It would ruin everything. I know that I should stop.

But once you dive into hell, it's almost impossible to dig yourself back up. Welcome to my hell. Drugs are the devil.

Yay! I found time to update today! Uh-oh, Jamie's digging a deep hole for himself! Drugs, lies, what's next? Poor oblivious Kendall! He's being lied to by the person he loves. Please review and tell me what you think. I'll update as soon as possible. But that could possibly be a while, because my boyfriend is complaining that we aren't spending any quality time together (even though I'm with him all the time) so I'm going to try to make him happier. Thank you for reading, bye!