"I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about these stupid little things."
Amnesia (5 Seconds of Summer)
Facing Arthur was a lot harder than he expected it to be.
Why did the first words that have to spill out of his mouth be an insult? Couldn't it have been something nicer? Something like, "Its good to see you too, Francis. Who might this person with you be?"; but no, he had to call Arthur an arm candy. It just made everything feel even worse when the Briton came out, admitting to the Frenchman about their past together. He said he talked about Alfred a lot. Why did it make him feel worse? He never really understood Arthur. Actually, he never tried to. All it took was for those green eyes to stare directly into his own and like a snap, he was in a trance.
This night was no exception.
However, those green eyes seemed to have lost their shine. His skin was a pale shade from the slightly tanned colour it was all those years ago. His hair seemed to be neatly combed and his style was a little too mature for him. This man in front of him was Arthur, but it wasn't his Arthur.
The American snapped out of his thoughts as he stumbled across the crowd towards his car, shouts for his name following him as he went. The alcohol began to steep into his brain causing the world to grow hazy yet he didn't understand why he didn't have the courage to stay there quietly in his seat after Arthur admitted their past. But what he did understand was that the pain he felt in his chest was too much to bear.
The shouts disappeared as soon as he was out the door, flinging it shut behind him before he continued to drunkenly make his way towards his car. His hand dove into his pocket, fumbling for the key just as a loud shout for him caused his ear to perk up.
"Alfred!"Maria yelled breathlessly, running towards her friend and catching up with him just in time to catch him as he ungracefully fell. "Go away."He slurred, pushing her away to no avail. He was just too weak in this state. "I'll drive you home."The Filipina declared earning a shake from her friend's head as he pushed her away again, this time with much more force causing him to break free from her grasp. "I can handle it, Ia."He growled, straightening himself up despite the wave of nausea that hit him as he did so.
Before the woman could argue, he entered his car, slamming the door and locking it shut right in her face. He had no time to wallow in self-pity. He had work the next day. He was a successful business man who would let nothing in his way anymore. At least, that's what he liked to think.
Despite the fears of getting into an accident, he stepped on the gas pedal, swiftly moving out of his parking space and into the empty road where no vehicles were in sight. He glanced at the clock to see it read an hour past midnight. Oh... No wonder there were no cars outside.
He let himself drift in and out of his thoughts, the alcohol making the pounding in his head even worse. Why did Arthur have to be there tonight? Why was he dating Francis? Did anything they ever went through mean anything to him? How was he fine and Alfred wasn't?
The blonde's finger reached out to turn on the radio station, determined to find out a mellow tune that would help soothe his nerves and hopefully lessen the ache in his head. He stopped at a familiar tune, the plucking of guitar strings echoing across the nearly empty vehicle before the familiar voice of the singer drifted in the air.
"Drove by all the places
I used to hang out getting wasted.
I thought about our last kiss
How it felt, the way you tasted.
And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine,
I somewhere feel you're lonely
Even though he's right beside you.
When he says those words to hurt you,
Do you read the ones I wrote you?"
"It's like we never happened or was it just a lie?"Alfred sang, his voice cracking and way out of tune. "If what we had was real, how could you be fine?"He continued, the tears he had suppressed at the club, rolling down his cheeks. Why was it so hard to forget Arthur? Why was he still so in love with him even after the other had left without an explanation? Why was he still hurt? Why couldn't he just wake up one day and forget everything he had with that Briton?
" 'Cause I'm not fine at all."
He was so into the melody, the tune, the lyrics and his emotions that he didn't notice the large truck heading his way. It didn't help that the driver was busy devouring his food that he only noticed when it was far too late. The loud sound of a blaring horn caused the American to snap out of his thoughts, his eyes widening at the sight of the eight wheeler coming his way. He made a last minute attempt to steer away only to result in hitting the cargo of the truck. The large tank fell on top of his car as the air bag popped open as if to save him but only caused in making breathing seem harder for him before the lights went out. Hopefully, forever.
White. That was the first word that came to his mind at the sight of the place he was in. It was all white. How he got to this white room? He didn't know. Though, he wished he did. What was he doing here? Why was he here?
He looked around, trying to find out where he was. Blue eyes gazed around to find a nearby vase filled with freshly placed dandelions. His eyes roamed further, landing on the dextrose before they landed on the heart monitor that seemed to be in mute. Actually, his whole world was on mute now. He couldn't hear a thing. Even as the door bursted open by a group of unfamiliar faces, he couldn't hear it. He couldn't hear their worried and excited chatter as they surrounded him, their faces filled with concern.
"Arthur?"He croaked out, not knowing exactly why he did so. "Arthur?"He called out again, louder this time causing the whole room to grow silent.
He knew now that he wasn't deaf. He had heard himself speak.
"Arthur?"He asked with uncertainty, his eyes roaming across each face as if to find the person he had been calling. However, no one answered. Not even the green-eyed blonde at the foot of the bed.
"Alfred. Are you alright?"A small voice asked causing the American to turn and come face to face with someone so exactly like him except for the longer hair and violet eyes. "Alfred, are you alright?"The violet-eyed man asked once more, his hand reaching out to gently rub his brother's shoulder as if to assure him that he was there.
Yet, there was on question in his mind ever since the violet-eyed blonde called out to him.
"Who is Alfred?"
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Thank you so much for the follows and favorites this story has so far. A big thank you to The Wayward Orphans. I literally fangirled when you commented. I read your stories a lot. *does this happy dance*
Keep supporting Amnesia! :)
