in love with a pornstar (modern au fanfic LAMS)

chapter 55

a/n: ily guys, happy reading and happy new year !

~edited and republished

third person

"what if he's hurt or something? why isn't he answering any of our calls or texts!?" alexander shouts.

john hadn't come home that night. john knows why he wasn't home. however, alexander and maria do not. alex was frantically pacing around the living room, checking his phone every ten seconds. peggy was sitting on the couch, her head in her hands. she switched to biting her nails a few seconds later.

"lex, i'm sure he's okay," maria tries, but she was trying to reassure herself more than alexander. "maybe he's gone to the store or something?"

"he had to have gone out last night, his toothbrush wasn't used, it's in the same spot it was in last night," alexander shakes his head.

alexander checks the time and it was a little hit after ten am. before one of them could spew out another theory, john walked through the front door.

"john!" alexander shouts.

alex runs into john's arms, almost knocking it over. john chuckled, hugging him back. however, he felt this pit in the bottom of his stomach.

guilt.

alexander continued holding on john, not letting go. john's smile faded as a small amount of guilt began to eat away at him. he was snapped out of it when he realized alexander was speaking to him.

"where were you?" alex scolded.

"out with my mom." john lied.

alex hummed, letting john out of his grip. john waved at maria and peggy. maria smiled and waved back but peggy did not. she seemed less than impressed with john's answer. alexander dragged john upstairs to their bedroom. he immediately sat them on the bed and turned on the television. alexander sat in between john's legs, just like the night before.

"have you eaten today?" alex asked.

john shook his head, paying attention to the television. he couldn't look alexander in the eyes.

"do you want me to go get food?"

john thought about it before nodding. alex didn't bother asking what he wanted, he simply jumped out of bed and ran to the car. john laughed softly, but his smile faded pretty quickly. he grabbed his hands on his hair and pulled. he took in a shaky breath, looking around the room frantically. peggy knocked on the door, but didn't bother waiting for a response. she walked in and sat herself down on a chair in the bedroom.

"what were you doing at your mom's yesterday?"

john faltered when going to answer. he didn't know to not dig himself into a hole.

"packing up henry's belongings."

"hm. i thought you told me you didn't feel comfortable doing that because he told you one day you would have all his clothes and you would look just like him?"

shit.

"i didn't want ma to do it alone." john chewed on the inside of his cheek, wishing peggy would just leave him alone.