𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 // 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

𝐈 // 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐓 : ripyourshirtoff '𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡'

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He flung the door shut, making shivers sprint down anyone's spine who heard it.

I stayed sat on the sofa, staring into space as my brain slowly processed what had just happened.

"Talk to me, God DAMN it, Y/N!"

"Right, but you don't need to fucking shout at me!"

"I will shout at whoever I fucking need to shout at! And right now, I feel like you only listen if I raise my fucking voice!"

"I didn't kiss him!"

"I saw!"

"I didn't even go near him!" I responded, whilst walking off.

"Where are you going?!"

"To my fucking room, Turner!"

"Do not last name me," He threatened, but to no avail as I slammed the bedroom door shut.

I sighed, putting my head in my hands once I sat on the edge of the bed, closing my eyes as a few tears streamed down my already-stained cheeks.

"I HATE YOU!" I screamed,

"THE FEELING IS MUTUAL!"

An uncomfortable, itching silence covered the house like a blanket made from wool. The only noise heard in the room was my heavy breathing as I tried to calm myself down.

Until the door slowly creaked open,

"Go away," I told him, knowing it was Alex.

Soft footsteps walked around the room, "Y/N?" His soft voice called out.

"Leave me alone," I mumbled.

"No, Y/N, I'm sorry.."

"Leave me alone,"

That was when two arms wrapped around me in a bear hug.

"Y/N, listen to me, I'm sorry. I shouldn't of shouted at you, whatever I said... I didn't mean it." His voice was laced in guilt.

I slowly looked up at him, eyes sunken.

"Oh, baby..." Alex whispered, one of his hands moving to cup my cheek as his thumb carefully wiped my tears away, treating them as fragile crystals. "Don't cry..."

"I didn't kiss him,"

"No, I know... I know, it's okay.." He hushed, his left hand moving to the back of my head and gently pushed it so it rested on his shoulder.

His hand began to softly stroke my hair, tranquil shushes escaping his lips and reaching my ears.

My arms slowly reached around his torso as I leaned into his compassionate touch, the feeling of his hand gently caressing my cheek like it was something as fragile as porcelain and the scent of his cologne helping me to let go and relax.

I melted into his hug.

His hugs are... ones you can never resist, that's for sure. They're like those hugs you need after a long day at work, or a stressful day in general. His hugs could solve any issues whatsoever.

They're warm. Comforting. Loving. Caring.

They make you feel safe.

His head moved down so his lips hovered by my ear, as he gently whispered.

"I'm sorry, Y/N,"

My eyes closed as I listened to his voice, "No, I'm sorry." I responded.

"I love you, baby." He proceeded to whisper.

"I love you too, Al." I replied.

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