69 days of Red White and Royal Blue

We Fucking Cry 🥀 (Day 7)

HEllo everybodydyyyddydydy

Sorry i haven't written in a while, school stuff :b

SO.

Fluff

And angst

⚠️self harm

NO smut (So this emoji means no smut 🥀)

SO the horny bastards can leave (and follow me pls)

And lets GO.

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Henry POV

It is Alex's dream to become president of the United States one day.  He is extremely hard working, and we joke over that he could be the first openly bisexual president.  His bravery and love for his country fills my heart, making me proud to be his boyfriend.  He tells me how I am his stress person, whenever he arrives back to the hotel from work with something on his mind, I will be there.  

"HENRYYYYY"

"Yes love?"

"Where the fuck are the donuts."

"Do you not have eyes?"

"WELL I CANT SEE THEM SO HELP."

I sigh and grab the apple cider mini donuts from the pantry, the bitter sweetness filling my nostrils.  "Those smell awful."

"They are scrumptious."  Alex plops himself on the couch, and I seat myself next to him.  "How is your mother?"  I ask.

"Good, busy.  We got a nice message from this church in Manhattan."  He smiles.  I return the grin, taking his not donut filled hand into my own.  He flinches his hand away at the contact.  "Sorry, you okay?  Did i scare you?"  I say with a chuckle.  He laughs awkwardly.  "Y-yeah sorry, haha."

He doesn't seem right.  His bubbly personality so quickly just vanished.  "Alex."  

"Nothing, I'm just a little jumpy today, thats all."  

I try to take his hand back, but he refuses.  "My hands are sticky."

"Sticky.  Thats your best excuse."

"Just leave it!"

Something is wrong.  Very wrong.  He raised his voice.  He almost never is angry with me, not seriously.  "Alex whats going on?"

"Nothing."

"Then why cant I hold your hand?"  

He pauses.  No response.

He slowly places his hand on his lap.  I take it in my hand, examining it for anything different.

I pull up his sleeve, and I hear his breath get heavy. 

 Scars. 

And new wounds.

I stare in shock.

"Alex..."

Tears roll down his cheeks.  "I'm sorry."  

"Do not be sorry.  My god- Alex baby..."  I wrap my arms around him, him returning it after a minute.  My shoulder dampens, and my eyes water as well.  "Why didn't you tell me?" I cry into his shoulder.  He pulls away, seeing his swollen face made me want to cry more.  I do.  "I didn't want you to worry, you-you had so much stuff going on in the palace already and I didnt..."

"You never, have to worry about talking to me.  Fuck Alex I love you.  Why did you do this?"

"It just feels right...and after losing that fucking trial the other night..."  He hics, face scrunching up.  I hug him again, soothing his hair, lightly drawing circles at the back of his neck, just as he wants it.  

We sit there for an hour, crying our eyes out.  

"Lets take care of this."

I lead him to the bathroom, afraid to keep my eyes off of him.  Sitting him on the toilet, he takes off his shirt, showing small marks all around his arms and stomach.  I hold in my screams of terror, but the expression is visible on my face.  "I'm so-"

"If you say sorry one more time ill never kiss you again."  He shuts his mouth.

I put neosporin on each scar, the old and new ones, kissing each one, that seems to sooth his nerves.  After applying, I wet a cold towel and pat his face, swollen from weeping for so long.  He takes it and does the same for me.  "Do we have to go to someone for this?"  He asks.

"Yes, but let's wait until tomorrow."  I kiss him, soft as I can to not overwork him.  We undress, and lie in the bed.  "Your amazing."  I tell him.  "More than anyone I know.  I love you...so much."

He smiles weakly.  "I love you."

We fall asleep in eachothers arms.

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631 words :3

I wrote this at 4 am so don't attack me

buh byeeee