Through the Screen

Chapter 31

"fuck," it's the seventh time abel has cursed out loud, lowering the flames and stirring the sauce,

sucking on his finger that accidentally touched the hot pan. chicken pasta doesn't really scream

apologies, but that was the only dish that came to abel 's mind that was full of chaos and arguments.

he hated fighting with noah, and hated it more when it was irrelevant and stupid and all the blame was

his to hold. he hated seeing noah mad, the ignorant and disinterested and sickeningly calm noah was

his least favourite.

he sighed, folding the pasta into the sauce and letting it sit for a few minutes, leaning against the

counter helplessly.

it was rare for them to fight.

of course they had arguments and short spurts of angry words here and there, they even ignored each

other on some unfortunate days, but this was different. at least for abel.

mostly it was abel who was mad at petty reasons, and it was noah who would come after him and calm

him down and they would talk about the things that were stressing the younger boy.

this time it was noah, noah who never really got mad, and even if he did, he would forget about it as

soon as the morning starts and he has to go for work. abel never had to really apologise to noah, but

then again this time was different because noah had an actual legitimate reason that was bothering him

and abel had no idea how to kill the doubt in noah's mind.

he couldn't just stop talking the chris, he was one of the only reasons abel liked getting out of the

house. chris had been there for him at the worsts of times, whenever abel was mad or angry or sad or

bothered. chris never failed to make abel feel as if everything is under control, as if abel was okay.

abel let out another loud breath, eyes climbing up the wall to the clock, which showed seven thirty,

meaning noah could be here any minute. he turned off the flames, and grabbed the wine bottle he

bought on the way home, placing it next to one of the glasses that he kept while setting the table. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

he sat at one of the chairs, running his fingers through his hair in boredom as he waited for noah.

it was ten minutes later when he heard the shuffling of the door knob, and he sat up straighter in his

chair in anxiousness, biting his lip as he watched noah push open the door and walk inside.

noah's hair was pushed back, and he was humming softly as he took off his shoes but it wasn't late

when noah noticed the smell of lavender lurking in the house from a scented candle, and his

expression faded into a more confused one.

abel knew noah was mad still, as he placed his bag on one of the dining chairs without as much as a

look towards abel, pulling at his tie to loosen it and making his way into the bed room.

"i made dinner," abel blurted, before noah could go very far, and he heard noah sigh out loud before

continuing to walk again.

"i ate outside," his voice was still hostile, and soon abel heard the door of their bedroom click shut.

abel groaned in frustration, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and burying his face in his arms. how the hell

was he supposed to apologise to noah? and for what? for going to work with chris?

he waited for a few minutes before getting off the chair, making his way to the bedroom and pushing

the door open to find noah in the middle of pulling on a t-shirt. noah turned slightly at the sound, looking

away as soon as their eyes met, and continued the task, pulling the t-shirt down his torso and

immediately getting into bed, his phone in hand.

"how was your day?" abel mumbled, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed, and noah just glanced

at him before sighing.

"fine," was his only response and abel bit his tongue from saying anything else. he had no idea how to

begin apologising, or even if he was supposed to apologise. it was all so awkward, so full of tension

and the continuous silence stretching between them made abel want to scream out loud.

"i know you're mad at me," abel started slowly, voice cautious and slow as he watched for noah's

reaction. "and i'm really sorry if i hurt you," he added, and nothing but a loud breath escaped noah's

lips.

"i-i had no idea that chris was coming or i wouldn't have asked you to drive me, i swear," he explained

and when noah just looked at him questionably, abel laid his palms flat against his thighs, gaze drifting

away from noah.

"you know i wouldn't do that to you, especially after you said—you said that you're not comfortable with

chris and i spending that much time together," he chose his words carefully, not wanting in any way to

offend or hurt noah, or spark anything that may set him off.

"i am also sorry for coming home late every night, we've talked about this before but i can't do anything

about it, it's my job and you know how much i like it," abel sighed, fingers picking anxiously at the frays

in his jeans as noah lay silent on his side of the bed, the grip on his phone loosening each time a

syllable escaped from abel 's lips. "but it's not more important than you," abel closed his eyes, volume

dropping with every word.

"i can't just stop talking to chris, and i'm sorry about that, but he is currently the only friend i can trust

and i really like him as a person," he spoke, too afraid to look up and watch noah's expression. "but i

like you more, as a person and as everything, and you are much more important to me than anything

and anyone will ever be,"

"if you want i can talk to my boss and get my timings shifted from eight thirty in the morning to like five

or something, that way i can come back home at the same time as you, and if you really despise my

job, i can start looking for another ones in the meanwhile," abel offered, not sure how happy he was

with the decision, but he was tired of the boundless gap between him and noah. he just wanted their

relationship back to pancakes for dinner and unplanned movie dates.

"i just, i hate whatever this middle-ground bullshit is going on between us, and if me adjusting into

another work place might help then so be it, i don't care," his words were a half lie, but he was ready to

compromise as long as noah was happy. he had no idea for how long noah has been paranoid,

because the problems between them just seemed to stretch and stretch and he had no idea what the

root was.

"abel," noah had spoken for the first time in forty eight hours, without a guarded look in his eyes or

hostility in his tone. the sound made abel raise his head up to look at noah, and he sighed out of relief

when noah did not look the least bit angry, although his expression was mildly confusing, it did not give

off any bad signs.

"hm?" abel hummed and noah just gave him soft smile, pushing the covers off his body and lunging

forward to wrap abel into a warm hug, abel 's whole body practically melting into the touch.

"i love you," noah breathed, and everything was suddenly a whole lot better.