CHOOSE ME!

Part 27

Alex's pov
4 years later
My mum had fucked off again about a month ago and I saw no reason why I shouldn't move back to England. I wanted to try and make things right with Charlie again. He was the only person I had ever been with and the only one I wanted to be with, we were only 23 but I didn't see any reason why I wouldn't know he was the one and only person I wanted. The media found out I was gay a couple of years ago and my career only grew since then.

I'm was a multimillionaire and owned lots of properties all over the world so I decided to move in permanently to my house in England. I flew in my private jet and a buzz of excitement flew through me as I could see England once again. I missed the cold rainy weather and I missed Charlie, I just hoped he hadn't moved on already.

When we landed I immediately went to our old apartment, I didn't know where he lived anymore so I went there first. Unfortunately he had moved out about a month ago but I got to meet a fan which was always nice. I decided to go to his parents house, it hadn't changed from the outside since I last went, the plants were the same and the old half working doorbell still managed to work a little.

I heard a small ring from the inside and it took a while for someone to answer despite a lot of shouting coming from the kitchen. The door opened and revealed Georgie (Charlie's mum), she was going to shut the door in my face but I blocked it with my hand so she opened it back up again. "Four years, no calls, no nothing, so why are you here now?" she asked me but wouldn't let me in. I sighed and tears started to fill in my eyes, "please just tell me where he is, I need to speak to him," I said and she reluctantly gave me an address.

I kissed her cheek and apologised for everything, "it's not me you need to apologise to, and don't be too shocked if this doesn't turn out the way you expect it to, Charlie isn't the same person he was 4 years ago, you broke him," she said before slamming the door in my face. I stood in my spot not knowing what to do next, what did she mean I broke him? Was it that bad he's completely changed?

I shook off the thoughts and ran to my car, I went to the address she gave me. As I was driving a song that came on the first time me and Charlie were in the car together on the way to Jackson's party. Tears filled my eyes as I listened to the song I had been avoiding for the past four years.

I finally arrived at the house. It was a small semi-detached house in a small village. The red brick was turning black in some areas and the driveway looked like someone had beaten it with a hammer. I knocked on the door and a woman answered it, it took me a minute but then I realised it was Annabelle. He really went back to her after everything we went through?

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she asked opening the door widely, I noticed a large box on the floor and couldn't believe what I saw when I figured out what it was. "Where is he?" I asked impatiently, she sighed but eventually told me he was at the peer.

I thanked her and ran back to my car but stopped half way up the drive, "is it true?" I asked turning around to see her confused face. "Is what true?" she asked, frustration plastered on her face, she crossed her arms and stepped outside the door, "I saw the box," I replied sadly. She hung her head and laughed without making a sound, "you didn't really think he wouldn't move on from you, he called ME the second YOU fucked off, of course it's true," she replied pointing at me aggressively. Tears filled my eyes as reality hit me, I really did fuck up this time.

It was about a 15 minute drive to the peer and I saw someone who resembled Charlie, if it was him then he really had changed. I slowly made my way over to him and stopped before I got too close, I recognised that face anywhere no matter how he looked I could find him in a crowd easily. I came closer to him and eventually lent on the rails just like he did, a waft of smoke from his cigarette blew in my face and he seemed oblivious to anything around him.

"When did you start smoking?" I asked looking out at the beautiful white waves in the sea. He turned around immediately stood up straight, "what the fuck are you doing here?" he shouted at me, I saw small tears glossing over his eyes. I took this time to take in his new appearance, his green eyes looked empty and bloodshot, his fluffy sandy hair was buzzed off so it was like he had a big ball of fluff on his head, a cigarette was in his hands and stunk his breathe and clothes.

"I came back to you," I said sadly, he didn't move, didn't say anything, just stood there staring at me whilst puffing smoke in my face. Eventually he dropped the cigarette and put it out with his foot, "why now? You had four years to do this? So why choose now, especially considering everything with Annabelle." he said calmly, a small tear drop ran down his face but he wiped it away quickly and turned back to like at the seas and I did the same. "I was off my meds and manic, I'm back on them now and I'm doing really great so I thought it would be a good time to come back, especially since I can work anywhere," I said looking at him but he didn't turn to look at me.

"I presume you know then," was the only thing he said for a while, "yes I know, congrats by the way," I said sadly fidgeting with my fingers over the handle bars of the peer, staring out at the ocean. He started to cry silently beside me, I knew I couldn't do anything about it so I stood beside him and we cried silent tears together. "I love you," I said to him after a long silence, "I know," he said looking at me from the corner of his eyes, I nodded and expected him to leave but he didn't.

He lightly touched my face, "just like I remember it, soft like a...baby," he said caressing my cheek. He then spun me around and kissed me passionately, we made out on the peer for what felt like forever. I didn't realise how much I missed him until I felt his lips in mine once again. The kiss was filled with tears and small smiles when we had short gasps for air.

I could taste his cigarette on his tongue but I didn't care. He pulled away and placed our foreheads together, "she's pregnant you know, Annabelle, we're having a baby," he said with yet another tear rolling down his red face. I nodded and he kissed me again but pulled back when I started kissing back, "I can't do this, not now," he said stumbling back and looked horrified.