You had never been one to enjoy drinking but when everything in life had become too much, you turned your attention to alcohol and allowed yourself to get lost in a bottle. Out of everyone, you knew it wasn't a way to cope but it helped for now and that's all you really needed. Your best friend Schneider had been an alcoholic and a drug addict, you had quickly learnt the dangers of being dependent on them but he had learnt how to overcome the addiction and you desperately hoped you wouldn't hurt him with your stupidity.

In a rather intoxicated state, Schneider was the only person you wanted to see. He was the only person able to make you smile no matter what even if he was the one that led to you turning to the bottle.

The two of you had been best friends for years, since you were in school, but you had always liked him far more than you should have liked your best friend. You didn't really know what you liked about him, he was a troubled man, addiction running through his veins, but he was your person and you wished that there was more. He was known for having sex with anyone with breasts but never looked at you in that way.

Schneider opened the door, half asleep, without his glasses on, rather confused by who would be at his apartment at this hour.

"Y/N?" He yawned. "What are you doing here?"

You weren't sure how coherent your words were, but you tried to tell him you wanted to talk, and he ushered you into the apartment, concerned for his neighbours and your lack of knowledge of how loud you were slurring.

"You're drunk," he frowned. "You never drink. What happened?"

"I'm sick of this," you exclaimed. "Why won't you notice me?"

He cocked an eyebrow at you. "You're my best friend, I always notice you. Especially when you turn up at my apartment in the middle of the night, drunk as anything."

You stamped your foot, your words having not explained things clearly enough. That wasn't what you meant. You knew he saw you as his best friend, but you wanted him to see you as more, see you as someone whom he could love.

"You are willing to sleep with everyone but me. I've been in love with you for years and you just see me as your friend, I don't want to just be your friend," you said, tears beginning to stream down your face.

He offered you a gentle smile, seeing the state you were in.

"How about you stay here for the night and we continue this conversation tomorrow?" He offered calmly.

You nodded your head, still crying. Schneider wrapped an arm around you, leading you off towards his bedroom where he could leave you to sleep. The last thing you remembered after being tucked into bed was him kissing your forehead and promising that he did love you.

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Written by Charlotte.