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Homeless!America x Reader Coffee And Burgers Part 8 [FINAL]

Two long weeks passed, and by the end of December, you were out of the hospital all healthy and able to walk around. You stayed in your home for the most part of the second week; not because your boss let you, but because your boss made you. You wanted to go back to work desperately because you knew you would be able to see Alfred. But though you didn't go to work, you were still visited by him on his lunch break and after every day of work.

Your feet were propped up on the arm of the couch. Occasionally, you would flip through the channels on your television until you landed on something interesting. But it only became interesting for a short time. You shifted to your side as your feet fell off the arm, and your knees came together. You sighed boredly and continued to shift positions from your side to your stomach and back to your side again. Now you were facing the back of the couch.

DING! DONG!

The doorbell rang followed by the knocking of the door. You immediately stood up and you perked. Knowing who was behind that door, you stood up on instinct, smoothed out your hair and your clothes, and proceeded towards the foyer.

Just in case, you looked through the peep hole. Who you saw almost made you squeak in delight as it turned out who you expected it was. You looked into the mirror that hung left to the door, inspecting your image. There were no fly-aways in your hair, no stains on your shirt and it was all smoothed out, your jeans were perfectly fine, but what caught you by surprise the most were the visible dark circles under your eyes. Had you looked like this the whole time?

Sure, you weren't able to fall asleep as easily as before the elevator incident, but you didn't think it affected you so much. It would usually take you thirty minutes to an hour to fall asleep now, but upon waking up the next morning, the time it took to fall unconscious felt like only minutes. Now you were seeing the effects of this. Dark, prominent circles covered the under of your eyes, making you look more tired than you actually were. You didn't bother to look in a mirror the whole week, feeling that it was unnecessary. Had Alfred noticed this? And if so, why didn't he tell you about them?!

DING! DONG!

The doorbell rang again followed by another knock. Now knowing you had dark bags under your eyes, you couldn't bring yourself to open the door. You felt insecure for the first time in a long while, and you couldn't find the strength and bravery to open that door for your beloved.

The doorbell rang one more time and was followed by a hasty knock. He was becoming impatient, and your hand trembled slightly as it held a loose grip on the doorknob. How could you look at him now, knowing that you looked so tired and exhausted?

Alfred's POV

He tapped his foot, checked his wristwatch, even played on an app until _____ decided to open the door. Ten long minutes passed since the American arrived at his "girlfriend's" doorstep, but even after three attempts of ringing the doorbell and knocking on the door, he was never welcomed in.

I guess you could say Alfred and ____ never considered themselves a couple, though they confessed to loving each other. At least, that was how Alfred thought. He never thought of ____ being his girlfriend, and he felt a warm feeling inside him when he thought of her as such. He didn't like the feeling, but yet he did. It felt weird, and it confused him.

After another minute or two that felt like hours, Alfred started to grow worried. Did something happen to ____? He sure hope nothing did. If something tragic did happen to her, he wouldn't know what to do. He would feel lost.

Dammit, Al! There's that feeling again!

He decided that he would ring the doorbell and knock one more time before trying to break down the door. And he did so, but did it a little more forceful than the previous attempts. "____! You in there?" He called through the door, but no voice answered back. His face paled as the worst case scenario came to mind: ____ had fallen down the stairs and broke her neck. But wait... ____ lived in apartment. There were no stairs!