Aleksei & Liam

27. xx

(Liam's PoV)

It was a rather bright Saturday morning and I felt unbelievably chirpy.

I was in the kitchen with my mother's ugly argyle apron on, cooking breakfast for my father and I.

I hummed one of the tunes I had heard on the CD Aleksei gave me as I fried an egg.

"This Aleksei girl you're seeing sure has a peculiar taste in music." My father voiced from the dinning table, I turned back to look at him and he had my earphones plugged in as he examined the CD.

"I'm not seeing hi- her." I said nonchalantly.

"There's a heart on this." He said as he peered through his glasses, pointing at the little heart Aleksei had doodled as a joke.

I placed the fried egg on my plate and sat down to feast on my very own full breakfast.

"Don't grease up my CD player." I chided my father as I gingerly took both the CD and the player off his hands.

"Girls these days," he shook his head as he sipped his tea, "listening to all this heavy metal nonsense."

I smiled to myself as I thought of Aleksei's who was definitely not a girl and whose taste was more inclined to punk and indie rock rather than metal.

"And that's why I like her."

"Good for you, lad." My father said with a little chuckle. If only he knew who Aleksei was...

"I'll be leaving in a few hours and wont be back until late, but I'm sure you're mother will be here so don't stay up for me." My father said as he looked at his watch and then his laptop.

I shook my head, it wasn't like I was going to stay up for either of them. I wasn't even going to be here! Today was the day of Vera's party and I heard she was going all out. And I was positive she was expecting Richie and the guys to perform all night.
If there was one person more obvious about liking their crush than me, it was Vera.

I smiled as I downed my apple juice, I would get to see Aleksei play today. He had such an immaculate stage presence, I could write a book on his charisma, it enthralled me to see him pouring his heart out into something he loved to do.

It came naturally to him, to captivate me, to enamour me, to hypnotise and mesmerise me.
The way he'd search for my eyes in the crowed like he was playing for me and only me. The fact that I'm the first person he runs up to after each performance when all his other mates were received by their girlfriends. It said a lot.

Aleksei never minded. It almost made me believe that I was enough for him, he didn't need some girl to take home when he had me, he made it seem that way.

I dreamily strolled up to my bedroom, plopping my stomach onto the cream sheets. I plugged my earphones in and tried working the player in my hands. It's funny how I spent the whole of last night (after getting back from Aleksei's) trying to figure out how a CD player worked. But I'd do anything for him, even if it meant searching up 7 dusty boxes in my garage.

I didn't like any of the songs, but I couldn't bring myself to stop listening. Every time I heard loud unhinged music it reminded me of a calm, dark haired boy who had me wrapped around his rather skilled guitarist fingers.

Charlie told me that once I got to know Aleksei I wouldn't like him as a person let alone as a friend or more but boy was he wrong, I had never fallen for someone so quickly and easily like I had for him. Not even Mitchell and that says a lot.

Mitchell and I...as much as I'd like to see us as a couple it was more of me being a burden to him than anything, he wanted to help me but I never let him. I was scared he'd get tired of how I pushed him away time and again and told him we should stop seeing each other.

I didn't want him missing out on the life he could have had if he wasn't tied up to a killjoy like me. He had so much love to give and I wasn't the right person, I didn't deserve it.

But now I'd like to think I've matured, if I can get with Aleksei I'd swear on my very own life that I wouldn't be the same Liam that ruined things for Mitchell and I.

I'd be different.
I'd be with him because he made me feel things not because he gave me a sense of security or pity.
And if he let me love him, I would...fully.

I had my feet swaying up in the air like a love sick teenager as I tucked my head into my folded arms.

I should text him! I quickly pulled out my phone from under my bed and opened his chat, I stared long and hard wondering what exactly I would like to say.

'I'm listening to the CD'
I deleted the message before hitting send, too unnecessary.

'I can't wait to get to the party!'
I deleted the message again, he knew I didn't want to go to the party so that would seem weird.

'I love you.'
I aggressively deleted the message, too straight forward.

I groaned into my folded arms and looked towards the door as Rufus strutted in like he owned the place, plopping himself onto the carpet.

I beckoned him over and quickly clicked a picture of his confused yet expectant face.

There. Much better. I hit send and placed my phone next to me as I expectantly looked at the bright screen.

Not more than a few seconds later my phone buzzed with a message,

'He's literally just you.'

I smiled at the message and shot him one in return,

'Not as cute as me tho.'

I was fully expecting him to tell me to shut up or to laugh at the factitiousness of my comment.

'Definitely not as cute as you xx.'

That's two kisses.
THAT'S TWO BLOODY KISSES FROM THE BOY I LOVE!

I bit on my finger to calm myself down as I stared at the message. Do I send a kiss or two his way? Or would that be obvious?

Before I could worry myself any further my phone pinged with another message.

'Come over at 6'

Imaginary hearts popped over my head as I sighed, I was never going to get used to these feelings.