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22 August 2012 @ 06:18 pm
Caught You in a Song [Chapter Two]  
Title: Caught You in a Song
Fandom: Hollywood Heights
Pairing/Character(s): Eddie/Loren; Tyler/Melissa; Adam/Melissa
Rated: PG-13/R for later chapters
Spoilers: None. Completely AU (Some of the characters may even be a bit OOC at times)
Summary: You've got the words to change a nation but you're biting your tongue. You've spent a life time stuck in silence afraid you'll say something wrong. If no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your song?

chapter two | hope is lost

Don't tell me if I'm dying, because I don't want to know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me because I'm dreaming

- Thriving Ivory, “Angles On the Moon”

The soft slit of sun that peaked through the open curtains of his bedroom felt like a knife being jabbed into the back of his head. He knew he shouldn’t have polished off the last bottle of scotch the night before, but at the time he could care less. At the time he needed the scotch, it welcomed him with its soft rich taste and power to forget about everything he’d been through in the past six months. With just a few sips he was able to get Chloe out of his mind, and if he finished the entire bottle then he was able to completely forget everything. There were times when he didn’t remember his own name.

Other nights, he’d change it up and Vodka would find itself bitterly sliding down his esophagus. He knew deep down what he did every night could potentially kill him, he knew this more than people seemed to realize. But for some sick reason he found pleasure in this pain, and he couldn’t find the will to stop himself. He’d seen what alcohol had done to his father in the years after his mother’s death, and he promised himself that he would never let it take over his life. And yet there he was, superstar Eddie Duran, drinking himself into a premature death.

He stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom and took in the soft patterns molded against the concrete. It was one of the main reasons he’d brought this place. It was the little details that attracted him to it. Like how in the kitchen there was a small arch that made up the entryway. He loved the simplicity of it all and every time he would see it, a smile would always ghost his lips, but right now he felt nothing. All he could feel now was the dull ache of a permanent hangover.

A loud banging sound came from some outside his bedroom. It took Eddie a while to realize the banging noise was in fact someone knocking on the front door. He reluctantly pulled himself from bed and shuffled into the living room of the penthouse.

“I’m coming!” Eddie shouted angrily toward the door as the banging continued. He had a good idea as to who it was behind the door, and he was going to kill said person as soon as he passed the threshold.

“You look like shit,” his best friend Tyler Rorke complained with a look that could only be identified as disgust. He pushed his way into the penthouse, and let Eddie shut the door behind him.

Tyler made himself comfortable on the leather couch and flipped on the TV. Eddie turned slowly and watched his friend with disbelief. He’d known Tyler since they were teenagers. The two of them met on a set of some teen comedy where Eddie played the All American good guy while Tyler ended up in the role he was born to play: the bad boy.

“What are you doing here so early?” Eddie questioned. He plopped down on the couch next to Tyler.

Tyler looked at him sideways, and laughed. “Dude, it’s damn near six in the afternoon. How much did you drink last night?”

Eddie scrubbed his hands across his face, rubbing hard at the skin he knew was reddening underneath his eyes. Eddie sighed and leaned further into the couch. “I had no idea it was getting so late.”

“Well, it is, and I came by to make sure you got dressed because we’re going to Papa Max’s concert thing. I hear Dead on Arrival are playing,” Tyler said as he flipped through different channels.

“I don’t think I’m up for it. Maybe some other night man.”

“You’ve been saying that for the past couple months, Ed,” Tyler pointed out evenly. He knew his friend was still hurting over Chloe, and he sympathizes, he really does, but there comes a time when you have to put on your big boy pants and move on. “I know you loved Chloe, she was a dope girl, but you need to move on.”

“I am moving on,” Eddie insisted harshly.

“You’re moving on to what? Hard liquor?” Tyler didn’t mean to make it sound as harsh as it came out but he wasn’t taking it back. Eddie needed to get his ass up off the couch and move on. He needed to get himself together and finally get his life back. Tyler knew the label and Eddie’s manager, Jake, was all over him. Tyler also knew that they were aware of Eddie’s current drinking problem and doing nothing to help him. It made him sick just thinking about it.

“You don’t understand,” Eddie snapped. He stood and glared down at his friend with fiery eyes. “I loved her so much and she did this to me!”

“Look, man, I know you’re hurting. I know you’re in a dark place. I have been there, trust me. You have to move on from Chloe. It’s been six fucking months!” Tyler screamed. He couldn’t keep it in anymore. He was tired of tiptoeing around Eddie’s feeling. He’d been doing it for the past six months and he was fucking sick of it. Chloe was gone. She’d left him for another man that she was having an affair with. The sooner he accepted it. The much better off he would be.

“Get out,” Eddie barked. He walked over and opened the door wide. “Get the fuck out, Tyler. I don’t need your shit!”

“Really, Eddie?” Tyler stood up pissed. “You’re kicking me out because I told you the fucking truth?”

“I’m kicking you out because you’re a fucking loser. What’s the last girlfriend you’ve ever had? So don’t try and pretend you understand me and Chloe,” Eddie snapped. “Go ride someone else’s coattail for a while.”

Eddie watched as Tyler’s face twisted with hurt. Despise what people may have thought, Tyler got roles in movies without Eddie’s help, and both of the men in that room knew it. And to have Eddie throw it in his face was messed up, Tyler thought. Eddie was his boy no doubt, and he’d always be there for him but for right now he was done. He’d come back sometime later in the week to show how strong their bond was but for now he was gone. He’d let Eddie drown himself and booze tonight and force him to realize that no one else would be there for him in the morning. That no one would show up with coffee and food to make sure he was still breathing like Tyler did. No he was done, and his friend really needed to see that.

“Don’t call me when you get alcohol poisoning,” Tyler said clearly as he walked out the door. He didn’t even flinch when it slammed on its hinges behind him. He just kept walking toward the elevator.