(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 203: That was the wrong thing to say

Chapter 203: That was the wrong thing to say

Andrew stumbled into the doorframe of the bathroom, a silly grin on his face as he gripped onto the door. He stumbled towards the door, fumbling with the lock only to realise he hadn’t locked the door at all last night.

Oops.

Throwing the door open, Andrew’s smile froze on his face as he was faced with a very short, very angry man with black hair and piercing blue eyes. He had his arms crossed, his suit was impeccable, and he appeared to have a guard with him. It was one of the alphas that his Father had hired for him, and Andrew felt his smile slip from his face entirely.

Maxwell’s eyebrow twitched as he stared up at Andrew.

"What? Who were you expecting?" He demanded and Andrew stuttered over his words.

"M-My order." Andrew mumbled, confused. Why was he here? This didn’t make any sense. He had been at work just a few moments ago, and now he was here? Had he teleported?

Maxwell stepped towards him, and Andrew stumbled back. Maxwell sniffed, before making a disgusted face and covering his nose.

"Is that alcohol? Dear lord, what have you been up to when I haven’t had my eye on you?" Maxwell demanded, before he pushed past Andrew and into the room. He looked around in disgust, scoffing at the mess Andrew had made. Andrew felt his face heat, any and all excitement leaving his body. He glanced at the guard, but he gestured that he was going to remain outside. Andrew, for his own peace of mind, flicked the lock over so that when the door closed it wasn’t fully closed.

That way if anything happened, he could come in without breaking the door down. Andrew didn’t think it would come to that, but he would rather be safe than sorry.

"Andrew, what on earth have you done in such a short period of time? Am I seeing this right? Is this five bottles of whiskey? Empty? How are you still standing?" Andrew listened to Maxwell prattle on, lecturing him like normal. But this didn’t feel normal.

Andrew swallowed thickly, his throat feeling swollen with the words he wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure he was actually going to be able to get out. He stepped into the main part of the room, taking in what Maxwell was seeing with his own eyes.

He knew it was messy. Hell, Andrew knew it was also unlike him, but what was he supposed to do? The man in front of him hadn’t messaged or texted him at all. No calls. Nothing. He hadn’t even stopped him from leaving the hospital.

"Why are you here, Maxwell?" Andrew asked glumly, staring at the ground as he asked. He didn’t see the way that Maxwell jerked as if he’d been struck. All he heard was the low inhale from the smaller man. Andrew sniffed, feeling his eyes water already. He wasn’t going to get through this without crying, he knew himself well enough now. He cried at practically everything when it came to Maxwell.

"Why am I here? Obviously to make sure you’re okay. You didn’t come into work, you didn’t come home, what was I supposed to do? Just...wait? You know I’m not a patient person." Andrew felt his face crumble.

He’d been patient with him. Was he saying that he wasn’t patient with him anymore? Fuck. This was a true nightmare. If he was going to break up with him, he should just do it now. Rip the band aid off. Andrew needed time to get over this, and his delivery of alcohol was on the way.

"No, Maxwell. Why are you here? You didn’t...you didn’t call or text me at all. I thought you..." Andrew shook his head, still unable to look at Maxwell. He stared at his socked feet, flinching as he heard Maxwell move closer to him.

"You thought what?" Maxwell asked carefully, his voice quiet and Andrew took a deep breath in. He held it in for a few seconds, before he exhaled. His heart pounded in his chest, and he could already feel how hot his eyes were.

"That you were done with me." Andrew whispered. "You didn’t say anything. Nothing. You didn’t even show your face yesterday. What was I supposed to think?" Andrew felt his lips tremble and he raised his hand up to cover his face. He was sure Maxwell knew how much he affected him, but Andrew had to at least attempt to save some face.

"That I was done with you? Wait, did you think I was breaking up with you?" Maxwell sounded shocked, maybe even a little angry. "I didn’t contact you because I thought you’d want some time to calm yourself down, and then you would come home and we could talk it out. You never came home, so I thought you needed more time, but then my patience ran thin, so I came to confront you at work. You weren’t there, so here we are." Andrew glanced up, seeing Maxwell gesture widely to the room they were standing in. "And I find you reeking of liquor to high heavens, in a room that appears to be trashed. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought the worst possible outcome." Maxwell snorted, rolling his gaze and Andrew’s chest squeezed.

"If you were waiting for me to come home, why didn’t you message me?" Andrew asked and Maxwell huffed.

"I didn’t want to seem desperate." He admitted and Andrew blinked several times before he let out a harsh laugh.

"You didn’t want to seem desperate? To who, Maxwell? If you were just messaging me, why did that matter?" Andrew couldn’t believe what he’d heard. It was insane. Desperate? Maxwell? There was no fucking way he could ever appear that way, especially not to Andrew.

Andrew was the one who practically begged him to date him. Maxwell had just gone along with him.

Maxwell scoffed, waving his hand.

"It doesn’t matter anymore, Andrew. Now, why didn’t you come home? I admit, it wasn’t on the best of terms we parted ways on Monday, but you could still have come home." Maxwell said it like it was obvious, while Andrew, who had been fighting with himself over whether he actually had a place there over the last month he’d lived there couldn’t agree.

"No, it’s your home Maxwell. I’m just someone who stays there." The words felt harsh coming out of his mouth, but Andrew didn’t want to take them back.

Maxwell paused, even his breathing halting for a moment as he took in the angry expression on Andrew’s face, the tears in his eyes, the way his whole body was shaking and Maxwell’s expression went blank.

"W-What are you saying? Of course it’s your home too. I told you that." Maxwell said slowly and Andrew shook his head.

"You never really did, Maxwell. I just...kind of moved in, but I haven’t moved any of my stuff in. All of ’my’ stuff is still in my apartment, gathering dust. It’s your house, and I just happened to share the same bed as you." Andrew’s heart ached seeing the way his words impacted Maxwell, but in a twisted way he was happy to know that he could hurt him this way. Maxwell did care about him.

"No. I-I’m fairly certain I said it was your home too. There is no way I wouldn’t have. Andrew, it’s your home too. It’s not just my home. I didn’t even consider it my home before you moved in." Andrew’s heart hurt, and he let out the first sob.

"So why didn’t you message me?" Andrew sobbed, and Maxwell watched as the bigger man sobbed into his hand, the other clinging to his clothes. "I waited. I thought you needed more space, but then you never showed up at all, and of course I’m going to jump to conclusions. We’ve only been dating a short while, Maxwell! And you’ve never looked at me like that before!" Andrew sobbed, his whole body shaking.

Maxwell was staring at him, his hands raised with a completely confused expression. It was clear he was lost on what to do, and that only upset Andrew more.

"Why are you even here, Maxwell? Was it because you pity me? If you want me out of your life now, you can just say so. Dragging this out longer is cruel." Maxwell looked absolutely devastated at the words leaving Andrew’s lips.

"I don’t want to break up with you." Maxwell told him, the words tumbling out of his mouth. "I never want to break up with you. I thought you needed more space. I-I didn’t want to bother you. I thought we would have been able to talk about when you came home after calming down but then you never did." Maxwell cast his gaze around the room, clearly growing flustered as Andrew sobbed more. "I didn’t expect...fuck. Andrew, how could you even think that? We just discussed buying a place together. It would be absurd if I went back on that." Andrew shook his head, not believing him.

"I’ve seen you do that before, Maxwell. Did you forget? I worked as your bodyguard before. I went with you to fucking hook ups before! If you didn’t like them, or if they did something you didn’t like, that was it! How was I supposed to think it would be any different with me?" Andrew stared at him helplessly, his image of Maxwell blurry because of the tears on his glasses and streaming down his face.

Maxwell let out a frustrated sound, before he grabbed Andrew’s shoulder, shaking him.

"Because it’s you, Andrew! It’s you!" He shouted, his loud voice stunning Andrew momentarily. "Why the fuck would I go through all the trouble of helping you if I was just going to abandon you at the slightest inconvenience? I’ve already put in so much work, why would I leave now?" Something ugly, and painful shoved into Andrew’s chest. He choked, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand.

"I’m a lot of work?" Andrew asked and watched as Maxwell went white. His lips trembled, his blue eyes shaking.

"N-No! That’s not what-I didn’t mean it like that! Andrew, wait!" Andrew was already turning, huffing through his tears as he moved towards the door. He didn’t care he didn’t have his keys or phone or anything, he just couldn’t be near him right now.

That hurt. That hurt so fucking much. Andrew had already felt like he’d been a burden to Maxwell while he had been getting his feet under him, but for him to confirm it, and say it in this moment?

Andrew didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what he could say.

"Andrew, please! I’m sorry! That came out wrong. I wasn’t talking about you like that." Andrew sniffed, turning to look back at him as he fumbled with his shoes. He was going to at least put those on.

"Then what were you trying to say? What else am I supposed to get from that? If I was so much work, you could have handed me off to someone else, Maxwell. I wouldn’t have minded. It wouldn’t have changed our friendship, and I would have understood. We could have just left it as a friend helping a friend out, but instead you turned this into a relationship." Andrew gasped. "Are you dating me out of pity? Is that what this is?" Andrew knew he was fishing, and the hurt look on Maxwell’s face told him as much.

"How could you say that? I don’t want a friendship with you, Andrew. I would never date you out of pity. That’s not something I would ever do." Andrew let out a bitter laugh.

"So, you don’t want to be friends with me, you already put in a lot of work for this relationship, but it wasn’t out of pity that you started dating me. Alright. I think I’m getting it. It’s duty. You’re dating me out of duty." Andrew sniffed, looking up at Maxwell from his crouched position. "Did you know you’ve never told me you loved me while sober?" Maxwell went white, and Andrew shook his head. He hadn’t stopped crying, but at this point, he was a broken faucet.

"Andrew, it’s not what you’re thinking. I-I want to date you! I wouldn’t date you out of pity! I’m sorry!" Maxwell sounded desperate, but Andrew was at his limit. He was filled with so much pain, and he’d had nearly two days to think about how Maxwell didn’t like him anymore, so he’d already had plenty of time to convince himself of it.

"I think you should leave. If you don’t, I will." Andrew told him, getting to his full height and sniffing. His shoes were on now, and he grabbed the door, pulling it open. Maxwell looked lost, completely. It was clear that he hadn’t expected that Andrew would react this way, but it wasn’t as if Andrew was the only one who had fucked up.

Andrew hadn’t told Maxwell that he was hard to be with, and that he had to put in work to be with him.

"Andrew, I-" Andrew’s grip tightened on the door.

"You should leave." Andrew repeated, his voice shaking. "You should really leave. I wouldn’t want to burden you more." Maxwell looked ill.

"I don’t think of you as a burden." Maxwell said softly. Andrew scoffed.

"Really? It doesn’t feel like it. Your attitude coming here didn’t feel like that. I’m tired of being something others have to take care of, Maxwell, and I would hate to burden you the most." Maxwell’s face crumbled, and he opened and closed his mouth before he exhaled. Andrew sniffed, wiping at his face with the back of his hand as he continued to hold the door open with a shaking hand.

"I...I’ll leave and give you some time to calm down. I’ll...I’ll come back later." Maxwell muttered, moving out of the hotel room and Andrew swallowed.

"You don’t need to. I’ll...I’ll ask Richard to grab my stuff." Andrew mumbled and Maxwell spun, shock on his expression as Andrew closed the door. He moved the lock, letting it close as Maxwell pounded on the door.

"No! Andrew! I don’t want this! This isn’t what I meant! I’m not breaking up with you!" Andrew slid the lock into place, before he stumbled into the bathroom and sobbed.

He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t.