Zalfie Oneshots

Finally

A/N:

I know I've already done a 'they get together' oneshot but I really enjoyed writing it so this is another one of those with a different kind of story line - enjoy!

Zoe's POV

I've known Alfie for a year and a half now, and I think it's safe to say he is honestly my best male friend. I feel like I can tell him everything and he can tell me everything too, and neither of us judge, nor would we ever think to. I tell him things I used to only tell Louise, and if there is ever a problem I feel just as reassured after talking to Alfie as I do when I've spoken to Louise. I've gotten close to his family over the past year as well, especially his mum - Amanda - and his sister- Poppy. I just love how close his family is and how they make me feel a part of it.

Alfie and I met at a YouTuber event 'Summer In The City' when my brother and I ventured there in mid 2012, and instantly we started finding things we have in common. It only took another few months before we were constantly Facetiming or Skyping or texting or calling one another, and we've been like that ever since.

We meet up a lot to film collaboration videos and go on adventures around Brighton with his friends, who have now also become my friends, and just to chill out with each other - talk, watch movies, laugh, eat junk food, that kind of thing.

Alfie is someone who has very quickly become very special to me. I feel relaxed in his company, like I can be myself entirely, and I feel like he is entirely relaxed with me too. Only, recently I seem to have noticed Alfie has been acting weird on some occasions, and he is a bit more tense when we are together. I asked him if anything was wrong a couple of times, but he just shrugs it off and tries to pretend its nothing. I know Alfie though, and I know something's bothering him, I just need to figure out how to get it out of him.

It's a perfect Thursday summer evening and I'm currently lying in Alfie's bed. I know - but before you all jump to conclusions he's not actually in it too, he's sleeping on his sofa bed to the right of me. I'd driven down to Brighton yesterday morning and I was leaving to go home to Wiltshire on Sunday night. This was the longest I've ever stayed with Alfie, but Amanda offered and Alfie seemed keen to spend some proper time together, so I was all for it.

I'd awoken from an awful nightmare about my ex-boyfriend of a year now just a few minutes ago, and now I couldn't get back to sleep.

I listened.

The room was silent except for our breathing, it must have been about 2am. His breathing was heavy, but not heavy enough to signal he was asleep.

"Alf?" I whispered into the darkness.

"Hmm?" His voice was croaky and quiet, but he shifted slightly to face me.

"I had a nightmare again" I sounded pathetic, I know I did, but with Alfie I didn't care, he doesn't judge.

"Same one as before?" He asked, his voice more attentive now. I'd had the same nightmare that I was out in Brighton with Alfie and we were holding hands (which we sometimes do) when my ex-boyfriend snuck up behind me and trapped me in a glass box that I couldn't get out of no matter how hard I tried around 3 or 4 times now. I've got no idea as to why I'm having this reoccurring nightmare, but it's annoying as anything. It makes me feel panicky and trapped and alone, and it makes me need Alfie.

"Yeah. I need hugs." I pouted at him and hoped he could see me through the dark. I think he could, because his pj bottoms clad body rose from his sofa bed and plodded over to his own bed sleepily. Alfie raised the sheets and slipped underneath them, pulling my body close. I've always loved Alfie's hugs, they give me a fluttery feeling inside. I'm sure it's a feeling of happiness that we are friends and that he can make me feel safe.