A/N: Hey guys! This goes with Cole’s tweet earlier (see photo). Sorry it’s sad, might post an epilogue later, we’ll see. Depends on if you even like this at all. It’s longer than I had planned, but oh well… Enjoy and sorry about the abrupt end… Couldn’t think of a better one, haha.
I’m so lost.
Cole posted his tweet, knowing people wouldn’t get it. Sure enough, within seconds, someone had replied, telling him to look at a map.
‘But maps don’t help when you lose a person.’ He thought.
Dalton had been his direction, the one to show him the way, no matter what. But Dalton had left him, just like everyone else.
Cole touched his phone in his pocket, imagined dialing the number, hearing the familiar voice on the other end. But he couldn’t. When Dalton had left, something had broken between them and Cole knew it couldn’t be fixed.
“Guys?” Dalton had said in the studio one day. “I have um… Well I have an announcement to make.” He cleared his throat nervously and begun, “I’m quitting the band. You all know I’m unhappy here, and my contract expires soon, so… Yeah.”
Everyone had sat there in stunned silence.
“Well? Say something.” Dalton said after a few seconds.
Cole silently got up and walked out the door.
In the parking lot, he wiped angry tears out of his eyes. He didn’t understand how Dalton could be so selfish. He understood when Dalton made him promise to keep their relationship secret because it would make the other guys uncomfortable. But this? Being abandoned? He paced around the parking lot, head so full of thoughts that he didn’t even hear the door open behind him.
“Cole?” Came Dalton’s concerned voice.
Cole whirled around angrily to face Dalton. “Why didn’t you tell me before? You always have to make everything a big production, don’t you? No warning! Not a word! You’re just leaving!” By the end he was shouting.
“Look, I wanted to enjoy my time with you while I could. I didn’t want you to be moping around weeks before I left. I don’t like seeing you sad Cole, I really don’t, okay?!” Dalton yelled back.
“Weeks before you left? You mean this has been planned for weeks now? And yet every day, you pretend we’re all fine and everything’s normal? And when are you leaving? Tomorrow? Today?” Cole screeched.
“Yes, it’s been planned a long time! And yeah, I catch my flight back to Texas at 10:30 tonight.” Dalton’s tone was calm.
“T… Tonight?” Cole asked, hating his voice for breaking.
“Yeah.” Dalton’s previously angry tone had switched to a gentle one. “Cole look, I’m sorry. I should have told you a long time ago.” He tried to grab Cole’s face and pull him in for a kiss, but Cole pushed him away.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t call my number. Don’t visit my house. You can have what you wanted, Dalton. You can leave the band, and leave me with it.”
“Cole-” Dalton started to say, but Cole just shook his head and turned away, running the other direction.
“Cole? Cole?” Dana’s voice came into focus. “You okay dude? We’ve been stopped outside your house for like ten minutes. Are you getting out?”
“Hmmmm? Oh, right. Yeah.” Cole said, getting out of Dana’s car.
Dana cast a worried look at Will. “You sure you’re alright man?”
“I’m fine.” Cole assured them, heading into his house, but inside, he wasn’t so sure.
Dana and Will drove off, not knowing, never knowing.
Once he was in his room, Cole took his phone out of his pocket. He dialed Dalton, making sure to block his number.
It rang three times before Dalton picked up.
Cole heard muffled talking on the other end.
“Shut up Hunter!” Dalton laughed. “Hello?” He asked again.
Cole hung up. This was how things were now. Dalton, a thousand miles away, having the time of his life, not giving Cole a second thought.
He was lost.