The Broken Footballer | Alerrie

Chapter 2 - Best Injury Ever

As it turns out finding someone on social media isn't as easy as it seemed.

Alex never was one to care much about his internet presence. After his move he'd say he was more interested in his lack of one. He soon found out, though, that when people met someone new, they'd search them up. And if they don't find at least an instagram account they'd just search until they would find something.

And thus Alex, also known as @_oxladeex, was spending his morning searching Perrie on instagram.

Last night, the girls had tried to find her. They'd found all the people that had tagged the club's name or its location to photos and stories. Nothing had come up. The curly haired man blamed it on the level of alcohol on their system, so he had decided to try again in the morning.

But Alex wasn't as skilled as the girls were. He struggled but made his way through the clubs latest tags, nothing interesting. Not a single sign of his bombshell, as the girls had dubbed Perrie. Only some girlgroup's dancers had uploaded a bunch of stories. Alex groaned as he threw his phone away in frustration.

"What did the poor phone do to you?" Matt, his best friend and roommate made his way through the room. Alex glared at the taller than him man.

"Okay, not a good night last night I gather?" Matt asked again.

"It was a perfect night." Alex practically growled at his friend. Matt stopped making his way through the cupboards.

"You lost me, mate. Why the attitude then?"

Alex sighed and sat up on the counter. "It seems like it's just gonna stay like that. One, perfect night. No more."

"You're gonna tell me anyway at the end. Why can't we skip to the whole story at once?" Alex nodded. He always appreciated Matt's honesty and forwardness. It was a nice balance to Alex's diplomatic ways, for every time that Alex was too polite or too considerate to talk about something Matt would be the one to encourage him. And it worked vice versa as well, Alex often gave Matt advice on how to deal with people more subtly. The two lads had known each other more years than they cared to admit and they were now family.

So Alex found himself recounting everything that happened the night before, and how he couldn't found his sandancer nowhere.

"Screw social media." Matt sipped his coffee, "Let's find her the traditional way." Alex waited for Matt to tell him more.

"Well? What is the traditional way?"

"What do you know about her?"

"Her name, her home town and her dog." Alex counted.

"No, you know she's been at the club too."

"So?"

"So we go back to the club, you fool." The blue eyed man exclaimed "Luckily she'll go back there." Alex jumped up from his seat and cheered. They had a plan, as unlikely it was that it'd work it was at least something.

"Then, we can look at all the doggy salons since you know her dog so much." Matt smirked without looking straight at Alex.

"Oh, sod off." Alex exclaimed and left the kitchen while Matt was laughing.

The next week was the most disappointing week the young personal trainer had experienced in years. He had spent every night except for the one right after the night at the club he had met Perrie. He had asked the bartenders if they had any idea who she was, he had described her and everything. No one knew her and there was no sign of her anywhere.

By the end of the week, Alex had made his decision. He couldn't keep searching for her. She was a girl he had met one night and he wasn't meant to find her again. Because if he was he'd have done it already.