Shhh, quiet, you might piss somebody off!

Were back at Matt and my house, I don't think Zacky knows I live with him. Its weird seeing him again, he's sitting in my spot, the soft leather recliner. I got up from the love seat and reached for the booze and sighed, I couldn't reach it. Just as I jumped up onto the counter to make a grab for it a hand shot up and took the bottle of Jack. I recognized the tattoos to well, I followed the tattoos up his arm and to his face. Zacky handed me the bottle.
"Harley, can we talk?" He asked pleadingly. "Please?" I unscrewed the cap and chugged a good fourth of the bottle.
"Sure." I said, he tried to grab the bottle but I tugged it away from his grasp. "Get your own booze." I snapped. He reached up into the cabinet for a bottle. "Not my alcohol, buy your own."
He gave me a confused look, "Isn't this Matt's alcohol?"
I turned and started walking away. "Whats mine is his and whats his is mine."
Zacky grabbed my arm and turned me around. "I thought you guys aren't together."
"Were not, I live here, have since you decided to leave and I attempted suicide." Zack looked shocked. "You-" I interrupted him, "He thought I would be safer here, I felt no need to leave seeing he was the only one who gave the slightest fuck about me so I'm still here."
Zack was lost for words so I walked out and plopped down on my spot, wrinkling my nose up when I could smell his cologne on my chair. Matt looked at me concerned, I gave him the I'm ok look.
"So Zack, what are you doing back?" Brian asked as Zacky walked into the room with a glass of water. I took a swig of my Jack.
"Well." He began, sitting on the love seat I abandoned for my spot. "I missed you guys." He said looking at everyone, his gaze longer on me. "I thought it was time I come home."
"So where are you going to stay?" Johnny asked. Zacky shrugged. "Do you have money for a hotel?"
"Yeah, prefer not to use it since hotels around here are fucking expensive, but yeah I have money." Zack looked at the guys. "Could I stay at one of your guy's places?" He asked. "Just till I get my own?" The guys looked at each other.
"I don't even have a bedroom in my apartment." Johnny said.
Syn laughed. "I'm not having an asshole like you under my roof." Zacky's leaving hit Brian almost as hard as it hit me, they were band mates, they were as close as brothers. Syn adored Zacky, loved to play guitar with him. Brian smashed all his guitars as result, except one, the one Jimmy bought him, it had on the strap 'foREVer' I've never seen him play it though, I don't think he's played in years.
"You can stay with us, we have a spare room." Matt said with a sigh and an apologetic look my way. I couldn't blame Matt, he had a great heart, not as great as Jimmy's, but he was very kind and would always help a person in need.
"Is that ok Harley?" Zacky asked me. I nodded, I didn't know what else to say. Awesome. Not.

Notes

I usually write short chapters, sorry if you prefer longer chapters I just don't have the attention span. Hope you guys like this story so far.