Alexander x Reader

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You paced the room. Trying to keep yourself together, you knew that going on a vacation to Oklahoma was a bad idea. It wasn't really a vacation, more like Washington had gone on a press tour and Alexander was to go with him. You were his girlfriend and Washington's daughter. Your dad threatened you to not break Alexander's heart. It has been made clear who is walking who down the aisle.

The tornado siren had gone off and you were freaking out. It wasn't that you had an ultimate fear of tornado's but when your father had been campaigning for his 1st term, you had stopped in Nashville and while there you had seen it for your own eyes. It scared you and made you extremely worried on where your boyfriend.

You heard a train and stopped, freaking out. Then you heard a horn and realized it was just a train, not the deafening sound of a destructive force of wind. You backed up against the wall next to the TV and slid down. Covering your mouth, you let out choked sobs as you struggled to not start hyperventilating. Tears ran down your face faster than the rain pouring outside. You failed, causing for you to escalate into a panic attack. The idea of Alex's cold, dead body, impaled by some debris. It played in your mind. Your father right there beside him, holding onto your dead mother for dear life. They had been crushed by a car that had been thrown out of the cycling vengeance of death.

You cried harder, no longer trying to keep yourself calm but worrying and speculating about everything that would happen. The funeral. The vice president taking your father's place. Wait, no. Vice President would have died too. The speaker of the house becoming POTUS. You couldn't bear the idea of just being something that people pitied. You didn't hear the unmistakable slide of a card that meant someone was entering your apartment, nor the metallic click as it allowed the person in. You didn't comprehend as the door was shut, more focused on the lightning that had just turned the dark room bright for a split second.

You did hear running but pushed it down. Alex rushed over to you. His voice was distant and you were so scared for the others. All of those who would lose people. Wearing black as they covered his casket. Having to make a speech, pretending that you wanted to think about everything that had just occurred. Your younger siblings sobbing into your chest. People with slow tears running down their face as they recalled memories of your father, mother, and boyfriend. 

"Y/N, baby girl, look at me please," You heard Alex's plead. 

You wanted to look at him but you were afraid that it was only just a dream. You believed the story that you made up. You weren't crying anymore because you were afraid he was dead, you were crying because you were grieving. The huge black hole of death had already sucked up those you loved the most, in your head. Your heart had no choice but to believe it because it had no other information to go on.

"Oh, my sweet baby girl," You felt movement and you were now on someone's lap.

They started to slowly rub your back and you buried your face in their chest, trying to make sure that it was Alex and that he was alive and well. You sniffed his sent and you started crying harder, latching onto him. He kept rubbing your back.

"You're alive," You whimpered.

"I better be," Alex joked, into your hair.

"Not funny," You whined.

He picked you up gently, bridal style. He carried you over to the couch and sat down, keeping you on his lap. He pulled you away from him and wiped away the tears that had stuck to your cheeks. He kissed your forehead.

"Want to tell me about it," He whispered, as he pulled you up against him again.

You shook your head against his chest. He nodded at you and reached over to grab the remote. He kissed your nose in the process and turned on the TV. He gazed into your eyes lovingly. You met his eyes. You and Alex met halfway and kissed. It wasn't too long but not too short, just enough and just perfect.

You moved yourself so you were curled up into a ball with your head on Alex's lap. He draped a soft blanket over you and kept his arm massaging your back. He turned on the tv to play your favorite comedian. Every once and a while he would bend down and kiss your forehead or nose. You cuddled up against him and soaked in his warmth. When the rain started to grow heavier and you let out an involuntary whimper, he turned the TV volume up louder. It drowned out the noise. 

Alex smiled at you. You realized that he wanted better cuddles so you got up and sat next to Alex on the side, your head on his shoulder. Your legs were curled to the side and Alex played with your hair for a little bit. You two both looked up when you heard a key card enter the lock and the door open. Alex got up and you followed, he kept his body in front of you and arm out to protect you.

In burst your father?

"Dad, what on Earth?" You were so confused.

"I heard (Your favorite comedian)," Your father looked like a child, giddy and planted himself on the couch.

He looked at the screen with such interest and soon the secret service ran into the room, panting. Their eyes made contact with the president. Alex gave them a look. 

"Sorry, to burst in, sir, ma'am. But your father heard your TV from the street where he was exiting his car and managed to run faster than our best runners, into the elevator. We have been chasing after him through this whole hotel," the lead bodyguard said as he keeled over, panting.

"George! You get back here and stop interrupting their cuddles," Standing in the doorway was your mom, who was fuming at your father.

"Secret Service, get him out of here," She yelled.

They quivered under your mom's words before running over, and maneuvering the president away from the TV and out the door. Your mother looked at you, sent a smile and shut the door.

You both burst out laughing.

"You're so pretty," Alex admired you after you both had calmed down.

You blushed.

"I love you so much," Alex adored.

"I love you too," Your face now tomato red.

His face lowered and captured your lips in a kiss.

"Aw... but I was almost at my favorite part! Plus I ship Lams!"

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