Concealed // Alex x George

city- george

CW- slight mention of suicide

A/N

I cant be bothered to do the whole lower case thing still so some parts might be normal, some parts might be lower case sorry. Idek what song suggestion to do for the first part of this chapter, I was listening to Cause for Concern and Internet Has Ruined Me on repeat tho.

 I will give you a song you MUST listen to for the second part of it lmao. It will be very epic, trust me >:[[[.

the janitor unlocked the door to his stall, Alex had passed out or something a couple of hours after he hit his head on the wall. There was a massive red blood stain left behind so I have no clue how he didn't realise and ask for my help. I'm currently brushing through his hair with my hands, attempting to get rid of the, now dry, scarlet liquid.

His head is in my lap while I'm doing so and he suddenly wakes up. Eyes red, the tears that were streaming down his face almost dry.

he still looks low-key hot.

I scoff at my own weird thought and then the embarrassment kicks in. His head on me, I'm playing with his hair, he's looking up at me.

'Hey' he whispers sleepily.

He doesn't seem to register my awkwardness and just smiles up at me in silence.

"Are you still in pain, idiot?" I ask him.

"nahh." He murmurs.

"Really? You're aloud to admit it you know. You aren't being an inconvenience."

"I know that Georgie," He rolls his eyes playfully. "but I actually want to do something fun tonight, I won't be able to if I'm bleeding everywhere or constantly moaning, will I?"

"Fair enough." Is all I can say. I wonder what fun things he has in mind.

I zone out for a while. At least I assume so, since when I snap back to reality Alex is leaning out of a fucking window. We had moved into a medical room because I couldn't stand being in the toilets any longer, plus it's a lot warmer in here. Not anymore though obviously. The window is wide open and letting in the crisp, sweet night air. 

I conveniently remember that my best mate is halfway out of a second story window and run over to the other side of the room, my breath quickening as I wonder what he was trying to do. I grab his waist from behind and pull him away. I hold his near me for a couple of seconds before trying to let go. He puts his hands on top of mine, stopping me from leaving him. He laughs and leans his head back into my neck. I KNOW GEORGE IS SHORTER IRL SO THIS DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE BUT ALEX GIVES OFF SHORT ENERGY IN THIS SO DEAL WITH IT OKK. My breath hitches in my throat and my knees feel weak. I try and force myself to stay angry, knowing he's probably being so touchy to distract me. I won't let it work.. 

I don't pull away though.

"Care to tell me why you were hanging out of the window?" I talk down into his ear.

"Just looking at the view."

He's being so blunt with me that I know he's lying.

"Al, I'm not fucking stupid, what were you planning?"

"You'll think I'm crazy but.. ok. Right so, what if we just ran around London at night together. Like we were in a cheesy rom-com or something?"

I smirk. "Rom-com?"

"maybe," He whispers.

"I'll endorse in your weird fantasy just this once. I doubt we'll be able to do much this late but we can try our best to enjoy it."

omg I'm gonna steal a line from a song coz i think it would fit well [cecily smith- fly by night]

He laughs and says "well lucky for you, when you're with Alex Elmslie, who cares what you are doing. It's who you're doing it with."

 I lift his hand from on top of mine and use the other to thrust open the window. I sit on the window ledge and move over to make room for Alex. I pull him through and we sit together chatting for a while. Something has changed in Alex now that he finally realises how much I care about him. I never realised how compassionate he could be until now. He rests his head comfortably on my shoulder until shifts a bit and moves away from me. His eyebrows move down and his mouth moves into a confused look. I can see his thoughts building up until he becomes satisfied and his entire face clears of any emotion. The corners of his lips morph into a small smile and he looks up at me with his eyes glowing. He stands up, letting go of my hand. 

He's going to jump.

He's going to die.

He leaps off of the windowsill and I wince, expecting a scream.

I hear laughter instead.

"If you had looked down you would have realised there's a tree right beneath us, you nutter." he wheezes.

I carefully hop down onto the branch and Alex laughs, leaning into me as we sit.

"You-you," he wheezes again. "-you thought I was gonna kill myself right-right in front of you."

"No I.. OK YES, BUT WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO THINK WHEN YOU JUMPED OFF A FUCKING LEDGE? I didn't want this moment to come to such an abrupt end." I splutter.

He tugs lightly on a strand of my hair before speaking.

time to put on sweater weather besties. PLAY SWEATER WEATHER RNNN ;]]]

"I could never let myself die with you next to me. Not when we're about to get to the good bit."

"Wow Alex that was a nice segue, so subtle." I giggle to him.

"It was, wasn't it?" He murmurs to me before leaning closer to me and gently tracing my jawline with his finger. He finally connects the space between our lips and we kiss. Gently, carefully with my hands around his waist and his behind my neck. 

We sit for a while him in my arms, looking over London. During the day, the city looks pretty old and naff, but at night the buildings are lit up and gorgeous... Although I haven't seen it like this in a while since I'm usually asleep by midnight.

He is laying on my chest and we are sat in a strangely comfortable silence. 

Alex's breathing is heavy, I look over at him, I feel my face becoming warm.
I tilt his face up to me and lean in, I close my eyes. He kisses me back. I almost fall out of the tree a few times but alex holds me close.

this all feels so sudden but I'm so happy with him, despite all our fights, he makes me feel safe. for once I'm not scared of him exploding at me. I want to keep this moment forever. I don't want to go back to our cold flat where I don't know if this will happen again. He'll pretend that he never said and.. did all of this with me and I know I couldn't live with that.

"Hey, we haven't really done much running around yet have we?" I ask him softly.

He looks me up and down before sitting up and turning around.

"Key word: yet." He smirks at me and disappears into the night.