Morning ☀️
Here's the next chapter, and with that we can easily breath again, no more cliffhangers 😂😇. Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
When he kissed me I thought I was going to explode from inside. Mix of feelings, like an avalanche, carried through me at the same time. The taste of his lips were the most amazing and the most memorizable thing on the world. When I imagine this moment I was so wrong. It felt so much better. And then I heard the gun shot. I expected pain, but nothing came. I quickly opened my eyes, seeing him on the ground, passed out with blood around.

No! No! No! No!

I tried to get out of my chains like a many times in the past. But it was for no reasons. I screamed, refusing to give up my tries. And then the doors opened and I saw my salvation. Armed men who saved me once all ran to me and helped me out of the chains. Everywhere I heard people talking, like the most annoying sound around.

"Help him! Fucking help him!" I yelled at them, trying to get them off of me.

I felt like I was the one being arrested. They held me like a prisoner, dragging my body away from him.

"You have to calm down, sir," I heard one of them talk.

"No! Please... please save him. Please.... I-I beg you!" I felt my tears, while my voice failed me being steady and firm.

They started to take me upstairs, while I tried to get out of their grip. I saw them already searching the whole place. I turned my head to see David in the main door.

"Mister agent, please! Help him! He's... he's not the one you're looking for. He's just another victim. Delirious ran away a few hours ago. Help him!" I shouted, they tighten their grip on me.

They got me out of the house, where I had to close my eyes before the light from the paparazzi, police and ambulance. They got me into the ambulance with David, and quickly shot the door behind me. I slammed on the door, trying to open it somehow.

"Please! Please, I beg you!" I whispered, didn't try to stop my tears.

"Sir, it's all over now... you don't have to be afraid now. You're safe."

I turned to face David. His face said it all. He thought I was insane, because both of us knew the truth about Delirious' appearance, and maybe I was insane. I grabbed his wrist, tightening my grip. I felt so useless, so weak. I loved him, I loved him so much, and image of him being dead was the worst.

"Please... trust me. He's not Delirious you're looking for. Trust me!"

He was a few seconds silent. Then nodded to the paramedics.

"We will take him to the hospital, that's the beginning. You now promise me to stay in this car and let doctors see you. I'll visit you afterwards."

I slowly smiled, understanding that he wasn't going to question me more.

"Thank you," I whispered, before he left the ambulance through the front, and I was left in the care of the doctors.

They got me into a hospital where they took care of me. I tried to calm myself down, calm my thoughts, but it was so hard. I wanted to know where he was, how he was, if he was still alive.

They didn't really do much to me, I had only few bruises and some scars, but nothing serious. But they kept me there just like a standard proceed. I didn't fight back. It was a perfect opportunity how to be close to him.

In the evening the door smashed opened and I saw Craig. It was so amazing seeing him alive and breathing. He hugged me so tightly, and I hugged him back like I wasn't suppose to see him anymore. We were both crying.

"Don't... just don't do this to me again!" He sobbed, and I smiled.

"I'm so happy I see you, Craig," I whispered.

You don't even know about that moment you almost died. Delirious kept his promise.

"I-I won't ask about what happened, or where had you been. The important thing is you're here with me again."

I squeezed his hand, giving him the courage. I could sense he had changed. I didn't know if to better or worse.

"Where's Ty-Eric?" I almost slipped.

He sighed, pulling the phone and tried to call somebody.

"He left me with words that he must go to the work again. But since that he hasn't answered my calls."

"He has to be really busy then. Don't worry about him, he will be fine," I tried to calm him.

"We're now in more serious relationship then with anybody I have had before him. He's dreamy, Evan. Few times acting really weirdly, but he's really great."

My Craig. He doesn't love you. He's pretending everything. Open your eyes, please.

"I wish you that, man. Can... can you do one thing for me?" I asked him carefully.

"Anything!" He responded without hesitation.

"Can you check upon one man?"

"What?"

"Please, he's another victim," I lied, desperately repeating the same lie even to my best friend.

I couldn't possibly tell him the truth. That I fell in love with the one who hurt me the most, that was something he wouldn't have understand, even I didn't understand it, and he would have called the shrink. The biggest and yet the strongest secret I had.

"I won't leave you!" He protested loudly.

"I'm just worried about him, Craig. I just want to know if he's still alive. That psycho shot him, right in front of my eyes..."

My voice faded at the end of my speech. I recalled the memory of him kissing me, I could have still felt his lips, and then that gun shot.

That memory quickly disappeared when Craig hugged me tightly again. I enjoyed his closeness.

"It's ok, Evan. I'm here, I won't leave your side! I-I'm so sorry that I couldn't be there to protect you. I'm shitty friend."

"I love you," I whispered silently.

"So do I. But don't tell that to Eric, he would be really jealous."

Craig! Eric is not even his real name! I should tell him. I should protect him. But he looks so happy, so alive. Fuck it, we're dying soon anyway.

"Care to tell me some hot stories you have with him?" I nudge him to speak.

He lay down next to me, while I hugged him. He put his head on my chest, and my fingers started to ran through his hair, like our old habit, when he started to talk.

That night I didn't sleep well. I was recreating the past with Delirious, trying to understand why did he shoot himself, why did he spare me. But I couldn't solve it, no matter how hard I tried.

So I got up from the bed and silently walked out of my room. I needed to see him, I wanted to just a peek.

The hallway was empty, which worked for me perfectly. The problem was that I didn't know where could he possibly be. This hospital was big enough to easily get lost. I quickly checked the reception where I knew surely would be the answers I was looking for.

Seeing nobody there I quickly ran to the desk and tried to find something useful, just a small sign.

"Mister Fong! What are you doing?"

I jumped in surprise when I heard some voice, and I looked up to see one nurse.

"I-I... I was just checking one thing," I said, regaining my confidence.

"To your room, immediately!" She commanded, pointing into the direction of my room.

"Just tell me one thing. Is he alive?" I asked, holding my breath.

"To your room!" She shouted.

"Please, just tell me this!" I replied.

And before I could even react more, I saw some security guys walking towards me.

"Ok, ok! I'm coming," I quickly said with my hands in defending gesture.

I'll find you. I will.