Meeting and Falling for Caspar Lee. (Caspar Lee Fan Fiction)

The Middle of the Night.

It had been four hours since your fight with Caspar. It was clear he wouldn’t be coming to bed tonight, and you tossed and turned on your bed trying to fight the thing inside you that was preventing slumber to claim you. Nothing was working so you stayed awake, using your phone to try and tire your eyes. You noticed Caspar wasn’t tweeting anymore, so he was most likely asleep. Tonight his tweets were on the negative side, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. Eventually you decided he deserved it, because what was the point in putting all the effort in if he didn’t trust you enough to tell you his problems?

At about 2 o’clock in the morning, you heard the front door open and shut. You lay still to listen out for the voices you were sure would follow. “SHHHH ALFIE!” Alice half whispered half shouted at him in between giggles. “CASPAR’S ASLEEP ON THE…sofa…” she trailed off. You bit your lip, the guilt returning to you. You got out of bed slowly and walked to the door, opening it just enough to see Alice and Alfie stood in front of it, holding hands. You gasped quietly, it wasn’t a shock to you, but knowing Alice, she was usually shyer than that. At least it looked like Alfie was bringing out the best in Alice. You smiled and was about to walk out to join them. Suddenly, Alfie took Alice’s face in his hands and pulled her lips to his. She had to stand on her tip toes to reach, so Alfie picked her up off the ground into a tight hug, her feet kicking passionately in the air. You felt awkward watching, Alice had always been so innocent in your eyes, but seeing this, everything was different.

Alfie put Alice down again and smiled, staring straight into her eyes. They walked out of view, so you opened the door wider. They were stood by Caspar, wondering why he was asleep on the couch. “Why isn’t he in bed?” said Alfie, scratching his head and looking towards Caspar’s bedroom door, right at you. “Maybe he fell asleep before he finished watching TV or something…” Alice replied. Alfie tapped her, not taking his eyes off you for one second. Both of them were staring at you, with confused looks on their faces. It was at this moment you slid down the door frame to your knees, sobbing. The guilt had taken over.

Alice and Alfie rushed to your side, hugging and kissing you, whispering encouragement despite not knowing what had happened. Eventually Caspar woke up and swung his legs off the sofa. “Guys, it’s gone two in the morning for gods…” he said rubbing his eyes, before looking straight at you. “Oh” he finished, rushing over to you and helping you up. Alfie and Alice stepped back, letting Caspar look after you. You felt so guilty, not only had you argued with Caspar, you had prevented him from going to HIS bed as a result, and now he was helping you and acting as if everything was his fault. He put you in his bed as the airbed was deflating and wrapped his covers around you. As you cried quietly, he just kept soothing you and calming you down. “Shhhhhh, ______, it’s ok, don’t worry, I’m not angry, it isn’t your fault, its mine, please stop crying, I promise it’s ok” you could hear the shaking in his voice; you didn’t want Caspar to be upset because of you. You leaned up and gave him a shaky kiss as a few tears rolled past your connected lips.

Eventually you calmed down enough and stopped crying, but your breathing was still shaky and fast and your cheeks were still tear stained. Caspar sat by you, holding your hand and rubbing his thumb back and forth affectionately on your thumb. Alice and Alfie returned to the doorway and stood there smiling at you both. Alfie’s arm was around Alice and she was leaning into his chest. Caspar turned to them and nodded, showing that everything was fine now. They smiled and walked away hand in hand to Alfie's room. Caspar kissed you on the forehead and instructed you to go to sleep. He headed over to the air bed and lay down. The boy could never stop you feeling guilty, but you followed his instruction and soon, you were dreaming.

Josh was in the dream. You were back at the tube station, and he was kissing you. This time though, instead of Ben, it was Caspar who was there. And instead of being blissfully unaware of the kiss and sitting at the other side of the station, he was watching, envy in his eyes and hate on his toungue.