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Rage Quit (Kier)

"Because Americans don't have NHS!" I yell at them.

"But why would they refuse an idea like that?" He continues to ask.

"Google it later, just fucking play the damn game now!" I yell.

"What happens when we run out of money and die?" He adds.

"We're not going to run out of money." I remind him.

"But still I'm curious, how much do we have?" He smirks.

"We have fucking enough, gimme the remote if you're just gonna stand there asking stupid questions." I lean over to try to snatch it from him but he pulls it out of my reach.

The character gets nudged and falls off the side of the building before glitching through a table to be sitting on a bench set outside.

"You broke the game! Oh my God you're not being real right now! How can you be such a fucking moron? Look what you did now, how do you explain what just happened?" I shout at him.

He tries moving the character but the avatar doesn't move. "I think the game's broken or crashed." He guiltily admits.

"No fucking shit Sherlock!" I scream at him, resting my head in my hands and screaming again just for therapeutic reasons.

"Dougie?" Kier softly checks. "Dougie babe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break the game."

"You idiot why were you being so fucking stupid!" I yell at him. "I think you're​ such an idiot that I'm actually about to cry."

"He should've grabbed onto the edge or something." Kier points out, getting up to check the console. "No wonder it's frozen up, I can basically boil some eggs on​ the top of this thing."

"Can you just leave?" I growl at him.

He looks slightly hurt. "Let me turn it off-" He tries but I instantly scream.

"Just fuck off!"

We're both a little surprised at how aggressive I sound but he leaves the room, letting the front door close after him. I let my anger get the better of me by grabbing the remote and throwing it, the remote hits my table before bouncing awkwardly back to hit me in the mouth. I clutch to my bleeding lip with a whine in frustration at realising that the damn remote made me bite my lip. To get my revenge on the controller I storm over to where it landed to stomp down hard on it.

After about a few hours of me sulking in front of my 3DS, the door opens again for Kier to come back.

"Dougie, are you alright? Did you have enough time to calm down?" He asks me softly, slightly cautious of the fact that I could snap at him again.

"Why are you so inept?" I mutter.

"I thought it was funny, I'm sorry if I misread you but I thought you liked laughing at my stupidity." He answers.

"You were being such a pain in the ass." I mumble.

"Should I come back later to apologise or are you okay with the fact that I'm apologising now?" He simply asks.

I flinch a little at the fact that he's so blunt but shake my head. "You don't need to come back later."

"Okay then," He sighs. "I hate to be asking this but do you want me back at all?"

I instantly look up at him with a hurt expression. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I confront.

"We need to work through stuff like this so if you're going to shut me out then I guess one of us has to acknowledge that there's not really much apparently worth saving between us. I don't want to be the one to bring this up but maybe we're just not right for each other." He collectively admits.

"Kier what the hell has gotten into you? You know how much I need you, more than to put a fucking videogame first!" I retort. "I know that you probably don't need me half as much as I need you with how you're so famous and loved but you really were trying to push my buttons." I force myself to confront.

"That's unfair of you to say that I don't need you as much as you need me. If you had any idea what things were like for me, where I receive many inappropriate sexual advances from certain fans and I have to convince my own friends that I care deeply about you because they don't understand what I see in you. I don't think anyone understands or can even imagine why I'd be in love with my warm and cuddly nerd." He counters. "All I mean by what I said is that if you are this mad at me and hate me as much as you said you do, there is the choice for you to leave me and I won't hate you for it. It'll hurt but I don't want you to feel trapped with me, especially when I occasionally make you feel like this." He admits.

"How do you think saying any of this will make me feel better?" I snap.

"Because you're someone I don't want to mislead or lie to. Even if I didn't know how sensitive you could get, I love you enough to treat you with the respect you deserve to be treated with. I know that I'm hardly boyfriend of the year material but none of us are perfect beings. I know that I've also screwed up and that I shouldn't have let things get as far as I did, knowing about your hot temper but I don't want there to be any doubts that you're the most important person in my life right now. Can I get you a plaster for what you did to your lip?" He softly offers at the end.

I stand still for a moment before pulling him into a hug. He immediately hugs me back.

"I'm sorry I let you down Dougie." He soothingly adds, rubbing my back reassuringly.

"No, I shouldn't have snapped at you." I murmur.

"I was setting you up to snap at me for my own entertainment. You're my own Achievement Hunter's Michael." He points out.

"Don't do it that much again." I tell him.

He pulls slightly away from the hug. "Wanna play Mario Party then?"

"Oh Jesus Christ you cannot be serious." I somehow manage to chuckle.