Can This Be True? { A Zalfie Fanfic }

Zoe

The women at the hospital rushed me into a room to speak with a doctor when I told them what had happened. I could see the sudden rush of dissapointment in Alfie's eyes when he heard and I could tell that this had really crushed him. It had really crushed me as well though. To know that the only reason our child had died was because of me. That was tough to take in. 

Alfie left shortly after my parents and Joe arrived. This was all too much for him. I suddeny felt very bad for having said that I wouldn't marry him. I loved him so much and I wanted to be with him forever but the last thing that I wanted was a wedding. 

After the doctors had told us everything that had happened I felt completely hopeless. Nothing could get better at this point. Well it felt that way. I grabbed my phone to text my Chummy and tell her everything that had happened. I wanted her to know, and I knew that she would make everything a tad better, she always did. 

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After having a very nice chat with Louise on the phone I was feeling more cheered up. I stood up from the chair that I had been sitting on and wandered out into the hallway of the hospital to look for Alfie. My parents had gone somewhere with Joe to get food, but they said that they would be back. But where was Alfie. Last time I had seen him he was sitting outside of the room. Now he was gone. 

I pulled out my phone and texted him. 

'Where are you? x'

He didn't respond, I sighed with resign. He had probably walked somewhere and now it was raining. Well it was his fault for leaving the hospital. I made my way back into the room where the doctor had put me. I techincally wasn't sick so they didn't need to put me in any fancy hospital bed, but he wanted me to stay for a couple hours to make sure that anything unusual didn't happen. 

I sat down and played Candy Crush for a few miutes until my parents and Joe arrived back. They brought with them sugary sweets, crisps, and chips from the silly "cafeteria" at the hospital. I suddenly realized how hungry I was. I hadn't had very much of the breakfast that Alfie had prepared for me that morning. 

"How are you feeling sweetie?" my mum asked, trying to sound all motherly. 

"I'm fine mum," I snapped. I felt bad for being brisk, but I wasn't really in the mood for talking. 

"Your father and I have something important we have to tell you..." she said drawing out her last vowel so it sounded more like 'yuuuuu.' 

"What?" I questioned with a hint of annonance in my voice. I hated when she did this. My father started to talk next. 

"Well, I am moving to America for work," he said this with a smile like he was proud of himself. It now dawned on me where this was going. My mum was obviously going to stay in the UK since she hated my father, but used to live with my father before I moved in with Alfie. 

"Okay..." I said slowly. I sort of understood but not really.

"Joe is coming with me, and I wasn't sure if you would want to," he said this all matter-of-factly, like he knew everything in the world. 

"Why are you doing this to me now?" I asked with a groan. I just wanted to stay and live with Alfie and be happy, but I didn't know if that could ever work now. If it would ever work again. 

"You think about, darling," they both said in unison, which made me cringe. They then left. They left me all alone. Why did my family who cared so much about me just leave me alone? I had no idea and I frankly I didn't care. Alfie would come back eventually. 

I pulled out my phone again, and sighed when I saw that he hadn't responded to my previous text. Sometimes he could make sitiuations so much more difficult then they already were. I texted him again, this time he replied.

'We need to talk.'

'Be there in 10.'

I am having sudden bursts of writing motivation, so lots of updates for you lovely readers! xxx