WRITTEN IN THE SCARS

Tears are falling

Summary:
The tour goes on and a sober Alex decides to pour his heart out from the stage again, hoping for the long-awaited call to arrive.

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Notes: continues from previous chapter DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN

We managed to get on the bus dodging a few paparazzi and journalists outside the hotel; a couple of bodyguards kept them at distance despite they were still able to steal pictures and shout at me questions that I obviously left without answers. I really hoped that Miles was still too pissed off to surf the web and check the news about us because my decision to open my heart from the stage while I was drunk had not turned out to be the best way to show him my love, not to mention the unnecessary complication of the photo with the fan at the pub. I was really scared that I had ridiculed us but well, to be honest, I was the one who made a fool of myself by drinking too much, with the obvious consequence that I ended up acting foolishly and recklessly.

"Alex?"

"Huh?" Matt was sitting next to me and despite I was busy staring in the void, lost in my thoughts while fidgeting with a pen, I had felt his eyes on me the whole time.

"Don't stress too much about those idiots," Matt said shaking my leg to get my attention and somehow comforting me.

"I don't mind about me, Matt; I hope they won't annoy Miles because that's what I am afraid of. He ran away from London after the attention we got while recording the album and I agreed with him that it was better to settle down in Liverpool because it looked a better place to go unnoticed and to raise Haylee, giving her a chance to live an ordinary life even if we're not an ordinary family at all and if it turns out that I ruined that.... fuck, Matt.... I gave Miles another good reason to be even more mad at me."

"Hey, I don't think that someone is going to bother him in Liverpool because of your drunk talks... honestly, it seemed more a coming out from your side that the announcement that you're into a romantic relationship so.... maybe you can think about saying something to keep him out of attention."

"Yeah, maybe I should but.... honestly, Matt, I don't know what to do anymore because every time I do or say something, I make things worse.... maybe I should simply ignore those annoying newshaunds and hope that something more interesting happens in the next days."

"Yeah, maybe it's better to ignore them, mate. I think they'll get tired at some point to waste time after you and the band since we are not giving away anything."

Matt got himself busy watching a movie and I decided that it was better to stop wasting time and concentrate on my plan; I went through the list and after choosing a song that had an important meaning for us both, I searched for some quotes in a book that I loved to read to Miles when we were touring together. I wanted to sing him the song and read him specific paragraphs and maybe, send him also a voice message to wish him goodnight despite I had no idea if Miles would have listened to any of them. I arranged with the girl working in Booker Flowers a daily delivery to Miles' place and now it was time to find someone available to prepare a heart-shaped pizza to deliver at dinner. Luckily I had spent enough time in Liverpool to know who to contact and I was sure that the lovely Italian guys from Rudypizza would be more than happy to help me. They assured me that they had no problems with my special request, promising me they would put the heart-shaped pizza in Miles' hands no matter what so I traced another done sign and went on. I bought a duvet with I love you written in every language and then I ordered custom sheets printed with with turtles and monkeys emoji's. I bought Miles' favorite cologne and the Lush bath bombs that I knew how much he and Haylee loved and I felt enthusiastic when I went to the bunks to record the voice message with the quote from the book. I felt pretty satisfied with everything I had done and when I took my guitar to record the song, Matt showed up interrupting me.