Concealed // Alex x George

Holes- George

My eyelids open in unison with the hotel curtains, swirling snow and massive mountains being my first greeting in the morning. As well as Alex, he's there too. But with the beautiful view from the window, its hard to focus on much else.

"Hey, George. I'm glad you're awake 'cause I wanted to talk to you." speaks the sweet voice without a hint of sleep.

My voice, on the other hand, is groggy and moody as I mutter back a reply:

"Yeah. 'kay."

The mere thought of a "talk" scared me. Maybe it was something to do with the drama around James and Wilbur? And Kalynn. I keep forgetting about her. Honestly, I would much rather focus on my own relationship than deal with their childish shit. But Alex loves the drama, always has, and I can't help but humor him.

"So," I decide to cut to the chase, "is this about Wilbur and that?"

"What?" Alex says chuckling as he comes to sit next to my lying body on the bed.

"Y'know. The, uh, stuff with James and Aria? I'm not really keeping up. Wilbur probably has something to do with it all too." I say.

Alex scratches the back of his head mindlessly.

"God, George. I do actually want to talk about something else for once." he says slowly, cautiously.

I open my mouth to speak but he cuts me off before the words have a chance to leave.

"You probably don't remember when we arrived I mentioned that we... take on a new commitment. Together? Remember?" he says whilst looking into my eyes, hands in his lap.

Fuck. That wasn't a dream?

"Yeah." I say.

"Well, I thought we could talk about it a hit more. 'Cause I thought we could start planning when we get back."

"Uh, planning?" I say without a clue of what he's on about. He hadnt mentioned specifics so it was annoying how he acting as if I understood.

"Mhm. You can't just jump into big decisions like this." he exhales deeply and averts his eyes, "Sorry that I'm being vague. Just, I don't know if you'll say yes and I really dont want it to be a big deal or-"

"Al, its alright. Gimme a sec to get ready and you can calm down."

He grunts in a way that I hope means he agrees. Either way, I'm taking it as a chance to escape.

In the toilet now, I realise. Surely not. Marriage? Does he really...

No way is he talking about marriage this calmly. What else could he possibly mean? I perch on the cold edge of the bathtub in deep thought. Planning, decisions, not rushing it. Saying yes. He always said he didnt want his wedding to be that much of a big thing. At least, the engagement part.

He couldn't be pregnant for fuck's sake. Bit soon for marriage. I mean, I love him. Honestly, I think he's the one. Its just, we are so young and I dont wanna get all tied down with legal stuff. Its unnecessary at our ripe young age.

Pulling out my phone, dunno why I slept with it in my pocket, I go onto instagram.

Type "wedding" into the searchbar.

The first couple that pop up seem happy enough but I dont have enough time to find a picture that looks miserable. I'll just have to make up some shit to deter him from this crazy idea. I click on the picture and open the door.

"You okay?" I say softly.

"Yes, George, honestly don't worry, now-"

Panic. I need to move fast before he says anything.

"Oh, hey! Look! That's so weird, wonder why I'm getting marriage on my feed." I say quickly, shoving my phone into his suprised face.

"Is that... Pewdiepie?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. Didn't look like him."

Fuck. Gotta play along, I guess.

"George, Pewdiepie got married, like, 4 years ago." he says with a smile, assuming im joking. Gotta keep the lie going, though.

"No way! Can't believe he got married again! Probably a different girl, marriages never last." I say.

"Are you serious?" he says with a mixture of hurt and obvious confusion, "George, are you...Why are you showing me this?"

"Just, like, you know, keeping up with the current news."

"This picture was from ages ago. I'm so confused."

I didnt want to confuse him.

"Marriage is a trap." I say trying to throw him off. Might have been a bit dramatic. "And expensive."

"Umm... I guess. Anyway-" I interuppted Alex, the more I put off this discussion, the less it would hurt him. Right?

"You could probably pay off three mortgages with one of these weddings, the tux, the dress- not that either of us, unless you want to?- a venue, food, A CAKE! Decorations, I don't know how to decorate for a wedding?! Colours, music, guest lists!!"
"George."
"And the reception! God. Live music probably Costs a-"
"George." Alex repeats, more firm than before. "What's gotten into you?"
My head floods, what do I say? I can't tell him I don't want to marry him. Well I do. Just not yet. We're on holiday for fuck's sake! What if he finds out and wants to break up! Then we'd be stuck in the same bed until the end of the holiday. Torture.

"You know, I just remembered that Will wanted me to go over to his and... um fix their..." I look around the room hoping an answer would pop into my head. A pair of snow boots aligns with my eyeline. "Boots! Boots, yeah Will's boots got a hole in them and he asked me to help since..." Shit. There is absolutely no reason for me to be fixing Will's boots. I cannot sew. This lie has more holes than Will's boot.

"Oh um, do you want me to come then?" Alex looks startled, I would be too.
"No. Wouldn't it best for you to stay here and keep the fire going, my little boy scout." Now I've overdone it. That was the grossest thing I have ever said. Alex looks into it though.
"Okay then, if you say so! I have some editing to catch up on anyway. Bye love" He calls out through the door I am already rushing out of.

I decide to go on a walk, to clear my head and go over the tragic events of the last ten minutes:
- Alex thinks I am a pysco and probably wants a divorce before he has even proposed.
- He also thinks I know nothing about Pewdiepie which, is sort of true. I am a busy man I can only watch so much YouTube.
- Alex now thinks I can sew. I should probably learn. I wonder if Kaylnn knows how to. Is that sexist? Probably.

I love Alex but will he still love me after all these lies?