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Homeless!America x Reader Coffee And Burgers Part 7

His gaze met yours, and soon the smile that was on your face faded. You realized what you had been doing and quickly retracted your arm, balling your hand into a fist. You held your hand close to you, not wanting to be anywhere near him in case he thought you were weird for touching his face. You broke the eye contact by looking down into your lap, but he never stopped looking at you. You began to feel uncomfortable under his stare, and soon, thinking it would help, you clamped your eyes shut tightly.

"Please... Stop... Staring at me," you breathed, pleading for him to look away. Your face burned, and you figured you were blushing because of the embarrassment of touching him.And as he was asked to, he looked away, and his gaze focused on the wall in front of him.

And it stayed that way for a little while. Occasionally, he would look back and forth from the wall to you. You caught him doing this only once, and when his eyes looked into yours, it felt like his gaze burned into your skull, almost driving you to the edge of madness. You were forced to look away before you were to go insane. The embarrassment kept eating at you as if it were termites and you were wood, and you could feel each glance that was made towards you.

"So...um... Why did you...?" He began, but he trailed on, hoping that you got the idea but also not knowing how to continue.

You were silent for a moment, thinking of what to say. "I don't really know...," you whispered.

"What do you mean?! ...You don't know...?" He looked up at you. His voice started to raise in volume, but once realizing your wince to it, he lowered it and apologized. "Sorry..."

"It's okay," you nodded. "I guess I was doing it involuntarily... I really didn't know what I was doing..."

 Another silence enveloped between you, and it felt like you could give in to madness at any second.  Your grip around your white sheets tightened. Something needed to break the silence; it could be anything, anyone. As long as it was something. So, you built up any courage you had in you and asked a question that plagued your mind for a short while.

"H-how did you find me...?" Your voice shaky, not knowing why you hadn't asked the moment he walked in through the door. 

He hesistated. "I was walking around, and I overheard some people talking about that elevator incident," he paused to take a breath. "Then... Your name was mentioned. I heard them say you were in the hospital, and I came over as soon as I could."

But how long ago could that have been? How long did he decide to wait until seeing you? The thought made your lip quiver, but no tears stung your eyes. How long did he know you were in the hospital, lying there for weeks? 

"How long a-ago was that?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you choked on your words. You didn't look at him; you couldn't. You were afraid to look into those cerulean eyes.

"Today... Just thirty minutes ago...," he trailed on. He too couldn't make himself look at you. Your tear stained face would hurt him enough as it is.

Silence loomed over you two once again, and the only sounds made were your occasional shifting in your bed. You sat completely up, no longer slouching in your place. You sat atop your calves and crawled over to your visitor quickly. Your arms were soon wrapped around his neck, and after realizing you were hugging him, he returned the embrace. But his grip around you was tight, unlike yours around his neck which was much looser. 

You buried your face into the hollow of his shoulder, taking in his scent. He smelled like fast food, and it immediately made you smile. In return, he nuzzled his cheek against the nape of your neck, his face coming in contact with your hair. But he didn't mind; he didn't really care. He was happy, and you could tell because you felt him smile against your skin.

After a long embrace, you both released each other and just continued to stare at the other. No words were exchanged, and another silence filled the air, but this time, it wasn't so uncomfortable. Then a thought popped into your head, and your lips curled into a slight smile. Your visitor gave a confused look and a raised brow in return upon seeing your sudden smile.

Your hand was extended out to him as your smile grew wider. "We were never introduced to each other properly back at the office, now were we?"

He smiled too when he heard what you said, and he nodded his head and took your hand into his. His touch was warm, and his grip was tight, as if he let go, he would lose you again.  "My name is Alfred F. Jones!" He said with a sudden brightness, as if all the previous sadness never existed. "A pleasure to meet you!"

You smiled even wider. Tears threatened to roll down your cheeks, but you tried blinking them back to no avail. "A-and it was a pleasure to meet you Mr.Jones...!" You said behind tears. You two shook hands briefly before he cupped your face and wiped the tears away from your eyes. 

"There's no need to cry," he cooed trying to calm you down. "Remember that time when I asked if we'd meet again...?"

You nodded as the memory came back to you in a flashback.

You stood and spun around, facing the direction where your apartment was located. You had only taken one step before hearing Alfred's saddened voice.

"Will we meet again..?"

It almost broke your heart to hear that. You didn't know why, but I guess you had grown attached to this stranger you had only just met. You had no choice but to feel just as sad as him because to be honest, you desperately wished to meet again. You wanted to see him not only just once but more than this; you wanted him around to make sure he was okay and safe.

You swallowed hard and whispered, "Maybe... Who knows? But I do hope we will..." You whispered the last part a little quieter.

When your flashback faded, a tsunami of tears overflowed your eyes as sobs escaped your lips. You caught Alfred in another surprise embrace, holding onto his hoodie for dear life. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him. Your hot tears stained the all too familiar hoodie, but he didn't care. He was too happy to care.

"A-and look now! W-we met again," he sniffled. Tears stung his eyes also, and one rolled down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand and held onto you tighter.

"I-I! I-I missed you! I missed you!" You cried as your sobs turned into wails. "I missed you, Alfred!" You repeated the phrase over and over again. You couldn't express it enough; you missed him with all of your heart. 

Alfred's lips were pressed against your forehead. "And I missed you too, ____," he whispered. "I love you, ____. I've loved you for a while now..."

By now, your wailed turned back into sobs, and your sobs quieted down. All that was left were hiccups as you continued to hold onto him. You smiled when you heard his words. You opened your mouth and breathed the same words, giving him a long peck on his cheek, only being interrupted by the terrible hiccups you had now. 

When I read this again, I just realize how cheesy it sounds... :p