𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿𝑆 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝑊𝐸 𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝐺𝑂 𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷𝑆-𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟

The good romances pass me by

Eleanor POV:

If the world was to cave in, and your stomach was to quite literally do somersaults, that wasn't nearly as much as what I felt right now.

My eyes drowsily opened, groaning internally as the bright light flooded my room blinding me half to death. My vision fixated on a figure hunched over, elbows on their knees and hands clasped together as their knee bounced up and down anxiously.

"Alex?" I mumbled, lifting a hand to my head as if that would stop the throbbing pain.

"Eleanor." He gasped quietly, his head shooting up to meet my gaze, even though my eyes were half-lidded I could tell Alex had gotten no sleep. He moved over to me quickly, pulling my head into his chest, I relaxed into his warmth as I felt him sigh in relief above me. I'd worried him, and that made me beat myself up inside even more.

"I'm sorry." I whispered into his jumper, well my jumper, but it smelt like him. His hand fisted into aload of my hair, never threatening to let me go as he just kept his lips planted on top of my head.

"Don't be sorry, you've got nothing to be sorry for." He mumbled into my hair, I felt tears prick my eyes but I blinked them back best I could; crying was not something I needed to be doing right now, he'd just seen me nearing on overdose, he does not need to see me have an emotional breakdown right now.

"Look at me." Alex commanded calmly, his hands held the side of my head delicately as he pulled me back from his embrace and inspected my face.

I felt my eyes downcast onto the small dark patch on Alex's jumper, where my tears had brushed off there before they could spill. I didn't want to meet his eyeline because his deep coffee eyes laced with fragments of honey would make me crumble completely.

"Eleanor? You alright sweetheart?" Alex soothed, the pet names making me feel warm inside, I just need to hold someone, I needed someone to hold me.

I pushed my head back into Alex's chest, he took the memo and wrapped his arms back around my neck, gently stroking my hair with his hand not pressuring me to speak to him which I appreciated him for doing. As I did not know where I'd even begin if I was to talk.

"You're okay...you're okay..." Alex whispered, I felt my lips upturn at his kindness, I truly didn't deserve someone as good as him in my life.

"Thank you." I mumbled as I pulled away from him, wiping my cheeks even though no tears fell but it was needed.

"You think you can stomach something?" Alex asked, I shook my head as a 'no' and ran a hand through my hair.

"I'll get you some water okay? You go back to bed for a little while." Alex placed a hand on my back and gently helped me lie back down, I gazed up at him and couldn't help but admire the way he looked so concerned, the way he looked at me with care.

As Alex left the room I let my eyes flutter shut, trying to block out the throbbing pain in my head and my heart, the pain in my heart due to the fact I'd worried Alex. I felt selfish, once again, I felt like shit.

The doorbell suddenly rang and I winced at the noise echoing throughout the apartment, I heard Alex shuffling through the hallway and clicking the front door open, muffled, hushed talking was only heard from then until multiple footsteps shuffled into the apartment and the front door was shut once more.

I peeled my eyes open and squinted at the bedroom doorframe, my eyes only just making out the mop of brown hair and striking blonde hair to be Luna and Wayne coming to see me.

"Good god she looks like a corpse." Wayne gasped, earning a swift smack on the chest from Luna who didn't hesitate to rush up to me and pull me up straight into her arms.