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Let's Fix Things

(Caspar's POV)

January 2, 10:00 am

I woke up with my face resting against a dark red blood stain, which now made the once silky white sheet of the bed dry and crusty. I pressed my hand against my throbbing lip, quickly removing it and wincing in pain. My eyes moved down to my extended body, noticing that I was dressed in the same clothing as the night before.
I stepped out of the bed and on to a shard of glass, creating a small slit on my heel. The room smelt of whiskey, which was no surprise once I spotted the shattered glass of such liquid scattered among the spotted blue carpet.

There's a knock on the door.
"Joe? Joe, let me in."

Marcus.

I swung open the door, revealing a tired, haggard looking Marcus Butler.
He furrowed his brows.
"Where's Joe?"

"I-i don't know." I stuttured, my mind fuzy. My lip was still pulsing with pain, and I was still oozing blood from my heel. He peeked inside the room, spotting the shattered whiskey bottle and the blood trail leading to my left foot.

"Caspar, are you alright?" He asked, looking down at my foot and my worn-down expression.
I chuckled.
"Not really."

He looked at me for a moment, as if to say "We need to fix things".

I told him what happened, and there was a pause.
"So what's up with you?" I asked.
He gulped.
"I just...haven't really been in touch with Niomi. She showed up this morning, but we haven't really talked, or, or anything.."

I knew something was missing, but didn't want to bother him.
"You need to talk to Zoe." He said, "actually, you need to talk to both of them."

I stared at the blood stain on the sheet and nodded.

"Though, you should probably clean up a bit before you go talk to him, don't you think?" He asked.
I looked down at my stained, wrinkled, and impressively awful-smelling clothes and nodded again. Marcus gave me a sympathetic smile, then left.

*******

After showering, I ruffled my hair and pulled on my red hoodie with some skinny jeans and headed for Alfie and Zoe's room.

As I approached their room I heard their voices wildly battling eachother.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...

I felt myself turing on my heel, when a certain piece of dialogue caught my attention.

"You cheated first, Zoe!"

"That doesn't make a difference, Alfie!"

"Yes it does!!! It makes the absolute biggest fucking difference! You know what, that's it, I can't be in this room with you any longer. I've fucking had it."

And then my nose was smashed in by a door.

"Shit!" Alfie yelled, pulling the door away from me, not yet realizing who he had smashed.
I looked up at him, holding my bloody red nose with my hand. When he did realize, he slammed the door into my face again. Harder.

"Fuck, alfie, come back," I shouted, chasing him down the hall.

"Alfie, we need to talk,"

He jerked towards me, fists clenched and face bright red. He stomped toward me and was soon closer to my face than I would ever want him to be.

"What's there to talk about? You made out with my girlfriend behind my back, need me remind you she's also your bloody best friend's sister," he spat,
"Actually to be completely honest, we have plenty to talk about, I just don't think I wan't to talk to people like you. I'd prefer not to talk to a girlfriend stealing, home wrecking, absolute gob shit like you. And do you even care, Caspar? Do you give a single shit what you're doing to your friends? I really don't think you do, mate. Because if you cared, if you cared at all about anything besides yourself, you sure as hell wouldn't be acting like such a twat."

I shivered. I had hardly ever seen Alfie angry.
"I didn't mean to kiss Zoe, it just, just sort of happened, im sorry, it was just the heat of the moment and I, it just happened, alright?" I stuttered, attempting to explain myself.
He just smirked at me, emitting a small chuckle.
"You wonder why we call you a slut."

He stormed off, and as he did so I noticed a few faded ink numbers on the palm of his hand. I grabbed it, stopping him from walking away.

"Alfie, what's on your hand?" I said, flipping it over to read the numbers. Before I could he jerked it away, a look of disgust planted on his face.
"Nothing."

Plan B, Zoe.

I swung open the door, revealing zoe, who's face was buried in a golden throw pillow as she sobbed violently.

"Zoe," i said quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing my hand on her back.
She turned her head to face me. She had thick black streaks streaming down her face, yet she still managed to look gorgeous.
She rolled her eyes at me, lightly shoving me away.
"Get lost, Caspar."

"Zoe please, I'm sorry. I just want to fix things."

My eyes drifted from her stunning face and over to her 3 matching peach suitcases, which were completely packed.

"You're not leaving, are you?" I asked.

"Of course I'm leaving! It's been 3 days, and this entire trip has become an episode of Skins!"

I held back a chuckle.
"Zoe I get that you don't want to talk to me, and you certainly don't want to like, kiss me again, or anything, but I just need to know that everything will turn out ok and that we can all still be friends."

"I really can't guarantee that." She said, her voice cracking on the word 'can't'. She collapsed into another fit of tears, now placing her head on my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her and put my chin on her head.

"Shh, we'll be ok," i whispered into her hair. She pulled her head off of my shoulder and looked up at me with sparkly eyes. I ran my thumb across her cheek, smearing a line of runny mascara, but drying her eyes none the less.

"You know, I never said I didn't want to kiss you again," she said quietly, avoiding my gaze. I felt a small smile creep onto my face as I moved my thumb down to her chin, turning her head towards me. Our lips met for the third time, this one soft and sweet, warm and fuzzy, full of compassion, full of love.
She pulled away from me and shifted her eyes. Pushing a small strand of auburn hair behind her ear. I held her cheek and smiled, my thumb tracing her jaw line.
"Don't leave. It's alright, we'll work things out. Everything is gonna be just-"

"Alfie cheated."

Her angelic voice cut off my calming words, and my mouth hung ever so slightly open. Too many emotions to count rushed through me until i finally settled on anger.

"That dick." I shouted, springing up from the bed.
"With who?"

"Some girl he met at a liquor store. But you can't be mad, I deserved it, ok, I cheated first."

My face felt hot. I clenched my fists. I paced the floor. I could've sworn there was steam coming out of my ears.
Zoe Sugg should never, ever, ever, be cheated on.

"But he's still an ass!" I shouted, unclenching my fists.
"He doesn't get to do that. No, not to you. You deserve better. You desere better than someone who cheats. You deserve greatness, and dedication, and passion, and ca-"

"Caspar, please, shut up!"

There was a long pause, and I realized what had to be done. I wasn't gonna win her over if I kept being sly with things like these. I had to just do it.

"Look, zoe, I'm like, really crazy about you, and I know things are complicated right now and it's a lot but just, have dinner with me. Tonight. Just me and you, one on one, we don't even have to go anywhere nice. Dress as crappily as you please."

She giggled on the last line, and a smile grew on my face.

"Is that a yes?"

She nodded.
"I think it is."

Score.

(Omg it's been forever im sorry don't hate me. Next chapter is also probably gonna be a struggle so comment what you wanna see next if you have any new ideas!! Don'f forget to vote and follow ily mua mua)