Chapter 11

Melanie's POV

*Can we please talk?*

*Why aren't you answering me?*

*Wesley?*

*Please Wesley, answer the fucking phone*

*Wesley, fucking answer the phone!*

Those were the texts I've sent over the past week. He hasn't been answering me and I'm been worried out of my mind. I've tried going over to his apartment but every time I went over he happened to not be there.

"Drew.. What are the odds someone would cheat on someone?" I ask as I lay my head on his lap.

"Uh.. I don't know. Why are you asking?"

"Because.. Wesley hasn't talked to me for a little over 3 weeks now and I'm getting worried."

"Oh.. Well, I know for a fact Wesley wouldn't cheat on you. He's not like that." He says and I nod.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. He's gone through too much to hurt someone he loves like that." He says and I smile. I hear my phone ring a few seconds later and I dart up quickly. I hear Drew laughing and I ignore him as I see Wesley's caller ID on my phone screen.

"Hello?"

"Hey.. Melanie. Can we talk? Please." He says and my heart twists in excitement at the thought of seeing him again.

"Yeah, sure.. When?"

"Now? I'll meet you at one of the diners in Times Square."

"Okay, I'll see you there." I say and hang up my phone.

"Wesley wants to meet up, I'll see you later!" I yell to Drew as I grab my bag and head towards the door.

I get in my car and anything and everything rushes through my mind and I begin to sweat. I can't wait to see Wesley but I'm also really scared to see him again because of what he might say. As I arrive, I see Wesley in the back of the diner so I take a deep breath and walk over there.

"Hey." He speaks up as I sit down and I glance at him, giving him a smile.

He looks down at his menu and I take that as my chance to really look at him. He looks so exhausted.. He's never looked this way before.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I ask after a long moment of silence.

"Um.. Melanie, I wanted to tell you how sorry I am for ignoring your texts and phone calls.. I just couldn't bring myself to pick them up and I'm sorry." He says, his voice cracking and I give him a smile.

"It's okay.. You just were really worrying me, Wesley."

"I know and I'm sorry. I've done a lot of shit that I'm not proud of that first week that I didn't talk to you and the other 2 weeks I just spent in shame and in fear of you finding out." He says and my heart stops. The only thought that runs through my head is that he cheated on me.

"Wes, did you cheat on me? Be honest." I say as serious as I can but my lip starts trembling.

"No! Fuck no! Stop asking me that, I would never cheat on you." He yells the first part and I silence him quickly as people start to stare.

"Well what else am I supposed to think, Wesley?! I've been told by several people that if a guy does what you did in a relationship, odds are he cheated!" I whisper yell, glaring at him.

"I'm not arguing with you here." He says and I glare at him.

"All we ever do is argue." I say, looking down and I grab my bag.

"No, Mel. Please. Let me talk to you somewhere more private." He begs and I look back at him and the look on his face makes my heart break.

"Fine."

"Meet me at my place, okay?"

I nod and grab my bag, not looking at him as I get up and walk out to leave. When I get there, I walk up to Wesley's door with him and he let's us inside. I sit down on the couch and he joins me.

"Look, Melanie.. I've been such an asshole and I'm sorry, baby.. I really am." He says and cups my cheek with one of his hands.

"What did you do that you're so ashamed of?" I ask and he sighs.

"Um.. Melanie I-I.. The night your foot got cut, I went out to a club and got really drunk.." He takes his hand from my cheek. "When I was heading back home, I guess an officer could tell I was drunk so he pulled me over and arrested me and took me to jail. I got to call Keaton and I had to make him come up here from California just to bail me out.. And then I started smoking again but I quit again after a few days. Your words kept running through my head about it for that whole week..." He says and I give him a sympathetic look. "Please say something."

"I.. I don't know what to say." I say and he stands up.

"Go then."

I stand up as well.

"Excuse me?"

"Fucking go! I can handle being judged by everyone else.. But not you. So if you're gonna judge me just leave." He yells.

"No, Wesley! I'm not judging you!"

"Yes, you are!"

"No, just listen to me! You haven't fucking talked to me for three weeks! I thought you cheated on me! So if you're gonna tell me to leave we might as well bre-" I get cut off by his lips crashing against mine and I sigh in relief at the feeling of our lips finally touching again. He presses me against the wall, pinning me against it and I arch my back. He leads his lips down to my neck and I breathe heavily as the room starts to get heated. He starts to nibble on the skin below my ear and I squirm beneath him. He motions for me to jump and I do. He carries me to his bedroom and lays me on the bed, hovering over me.

I pull his shirt off of him and he looks at me with steady eyes. He nods when I hesitantly lead my hands down. I palm him over his jeans and he closes his eyes and bites his lip. I earn a moan from him and I smile as I unbutton his jeans and he pulls them off all the way.

"Mel.." He says, and takes my hands, pulling them away from his boxers.

"Whaaat?" I whine and he laughs, giving me a kiss.

"Let's wait for that. We just got out of an argument and I don't wanna feel like I pressured you into anything." He says and I groan.

"Whatever." I say and he smiles as he lays down next to me.

I look at him and he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and caresses my temple.

"I love you." I blurt out and he stops what he's doing.

"You what?"

"I love you, Wesley. I really do." I say, smiling at him and he gets up smiling really big as he pulls me up and hugs me. I laugh as he picks me up and hugs me tighter.

"I love you too, Melanie. So much."

I pull away from the hug and kiss his neck slowly and he keeps his arms around my waist, with mine around his neck.

"Mel.." He moans loudly as I nibble on his skin and I giggle.

"I'm gonna go fix lunch, you can do whatever." He says and gives me a kiss before walking off out of the room and into the kitchen.

"Okay." I say before he leaves and I go sit on his bed.

"Fuck!" I hear him call out and I get up and go into the kitchen quickly. When I get there, I see him on the floor with his hands on his head and his eyes closed.

"What's wrong?!" I say, worried as I rush over to him and pull his hands away from his head.

"All I see.. Is.. Is y-your foot bleeding and glass all over the floor every time I c-come in here." He stutters, rocking back and forth.

"Hey.. Look at me. You're okay. I'm here and my foot is okay. It's healed. I'm fine, Wesley." I say and he looks at me, crying and I kiss the top of his hands.

"Here, come with me." I say and help him up. I hold his hand and lead him to his room.

"I'll go and make lunch, you stay here, okay?" He nods as he sits down on he bed and I lean down and kiss him.

As I'm about to pull away, he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me roughly. He pulls me down onto the bed and I kiss him back. He pulls my shirt and my pants off and I moan as he plays with the hem of my underwear. As he unhooks my bra, I look at him and his eyes are full of lust.

"Wesley, stop.." I whisper but he pulls my bra off and I gasp as I cover my chest with my arms.

He takes my arms and pins them to his bed. "Wesley, stop!" I yell and his eyes go back to normal as he realizes what he's doing and I grab my bra as quickly as I can and put it on.

"Mel, I'm sorry. Fuck.." He says as he looks off and I look at him warily but wrap my arms around him.

"I'm gonna go cook lunch.. You can stay in here if you want." I say and put my shirt on.

When I come back, he's laying down under the covers and staring at the wall with no emotion. I sit a plate down on the dresser and sit down next to him.

"Wesley." He doesn't answer.

"Wesley." I speak louder.

"What?" He asks, looking at me with sad eyes.

"Are you gonna eat?" I ask and he looks off and shakes his head.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm going fucking insane, Melanie." He says and I take his hand.

"No, you're not. It's okay that you have made a few mistakes. I've forgiven you. It's okay, Wesley." I say and he looks at me, tears streaming down his face.

I get under the covers with him and he wraps his arms around me. I trace my fingers along his bare chest and hear him snoring a few minutes later. I get up and put my pants on and get my bag.

"Drew are you home?" I ask into the phone as I get into my car.

"Yeah, why?"

"I need to talk to you about Wesley."

"Okay.. Keaton's here so you'll have to deal with him, too." He says and laughs a bit.

"That's alright." I say and we say our goodbyes and hang up.

"So, what's wrong with Wesley?" Drew asks as I sit down with them in his living room.

"He's been acting really weird.. Today he said he's going insane and I don't know what's wrong." I say and sigh.

"I don't know what could be wrong. I haven't seen him in awhile." Drew says and I look to Keaton.

"Mel, I think he's just still a little upset that he's hurt you. I've talked to him and he just sounds really sad."

"Yeah, he looked it too." I say and run a hand over my hair, anxiously.

"He needs help." Drew says and I nod my head.

"What kind of help?" I ask.

"Maybe go to a therapist? I don't know, but we can't help him any." Drew says.

"No, do you guys not know Wesley or something? He'll get mad at y'all and think that you're trying to help him and you know how he doesn't like that. He just needs time." Keaton says and I shake my head.

"Keaton.. I really think he should go to a therapist." I say and run a hand over my hair again.

"I do too." Drew says and Keaton sighs and leans back in his seat.

"Fine, you guys can try.. But if he gets pissed off at you two don't come complaining to me.." Keaton says and take a deep breath.

"Okay.. All we have to do is try. Mel, I'll sign him up for a therapy session for tomorrow and you go and stay the night with him. I'll text you the address and then I'll meet you there so he doesn't get too freaked out." Drew says and I get up.

"Well, I'll head over there now." I say and grab my bag.

I give them hugs and head out to my car and drive over to Wesley's apartment. I let myself in and I hear the tv in his bedroom on. I set my bag down and walk back to his room and see him under the covers; in the same place I left him.

"Hey." I say and walk over to him.

"Hey." He says and doesn't look at me.

"Are you okay?" I ask him.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" He still doesn't look at me.

"Because.. You've just seemed out of it." I say and now he looks at me.

"I'm not, Melanie." He says and I take his hand.

"I need to tell you something."

"Yes?"

"I'm taking you to therapy tomorrow."

"Fuck no." He says and I sigh.

"Wesley please."

"No, Melanie. I'm not doing it."

"Please, I really think you're depressed or something and I just want to help you."

"Mel, I'm serious. Fucking leave it alone." He says, glaring at me and I cower back a bit.

"For me?" My voice cracks and I give him a sad look.

"Don't look at me that way." He says and tries to look off but he doesn't.

"Wesley, please do it."

"Fine.. But if the therapist pisses me off once, I'm leaving." He says, rolling his eyes and I jump up and hug him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank youuu!" I say, excitedly kissing all over his face.

"Yeah, yeah." He says and I giggle and lay my head on his chest.

"Have you just been sitting here all day?" I ask, as I trail my fingers across his bare chest.

"Yeah, woke up without you with me." He says and I giggle again.

"You were asleep, and I had to do some errands." I half lie, and look up at him.

He leans down to kiss me softly and I smile against his lips.

"I love you, baby." He whispers and I smile.

"I love you, too." I say and he kisses my nose.

I get up and take my shirt and pants off and go find one of Wesley's shirts to put on. When I put it on, I climb in to bed with Wesley and we watch a movie on netflix. It's pretty much all we do at each other's places besides kiss and eat. I pass out a few minutes later with my arms wrapped around Wesley.

Wesley's POV

"Please don't make me do this." I beg Melanie as we walk up to the building where the therapist I'm seeing today is located.

She ignores me and drags me by the hand up the steps and into the place. I see Drew sitting at one of the chairs in the waiting room and my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" I ask as he walks up to us.

"I'm the one who scheduled your appointment, so I had to be here for reasons. It's a requirement here for all patients. Plus, I wanted to be here in case you want to beat the therapist up and Melanie won't be of any help really.. Besides calling the police. And we all know she wouldn't call them on you." He says and I roll my eyes as I let go of Melanie's hand and walk over to sit in the waiting room.

"Wesley Stromberg?" A lady calls my name as she waits by the door she came out of.

"I love you, okay? You'll be fine." Melanie says as I look at her and I nod.

"I love you, too." I say and kiss her quickly before getting up and walking towards the woman.

I follow her down the hallway and it's very quiet. Well, it is a therapy building.

"Ms. Daniels is in her room." She says and points to a door a few feet away and I nod.

When I walk in the room, I see her facing her computer and I sit down at one of the chairs.

"Hello, Mr. Stromberg.. How are you today?" She asks, turning around and I cringe. When she finally faces me so I can see her whole face, I realize she must be in her early twenties.

"What the fuck? You're like 20, how the fuck are you supposed to 'help' me?" I spat, standing up.

"Sit down." She snaps and I stop and glare at her. I sit back down slowly and she crosses her arms over her chest.

"So, what is the reason you're here?" She ask, and the tone in her voice makes me want to pull my hair out.

"I honestly have no fucking clue. My girlfriend and friend thought this was necessary. They claim I'm depressed." My tone is the same as hers and she raises an eyebrow.

"And are you?"

"Fuck no."

"That's what everybody says."

"Excuse me?" I snap and glare at her.

"They all say that. Even when they actually are. So.. Tell me, Wesley. What's bugging you? What's making you depressed?"

"You know what, fuck you! Nothing is wrong with me! I'm not depressed so fuck off!" I yell and stand up. I knock the picture frame she has on the desk onto the floor and flip her off as I walk out of the room and into the waiting room.

"Why are you out so soon?" Melanie rushes over to me and I push her away from me gently as I head outside and to the car.

"Wesley!" I hear Melanie call after me and she gets in the car. "What happened?"

"That lady is fucking crazy." I say and don't look at her.

"What'd she do?"

"Accusing me of shit." I say and she puts a hand over mine.

"Wesley.. Can you please try again? We can get you a different therapist?"

"I don't know.."

"Please, Wes."

"Fine.. It can be the same therapist I don't fucking care." I say and she smiles widely.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." I mumble and she leans over and kisses me sweetly. I start the car, putting my hand on her thigh and squeezing it as we head to my apartment.

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Hey! So sorry this took a bit long. I've been dealing with post concert depression and school lmao. So, hope y'all like it! Feedback would be appreciated, please. (: thank you! I'll update as soon as I can, ilygsm.❤️