Skinny Love { A Zalfie Fanfic }

Zoe

Alfie was gone. He was back in Brighton for Christmas. And I missed him, a lot. After spending so much time with him I kind of got used to his presence. Now that he wasn't constantly by my side I always felt like I was missing something. I was missing Alfie. 

Luckily Alfie and I talked almost every night, facetiming and skyping each other. Christmas was getting really close and everyone around my house was wrapping presents and constantly singing. I was pretty happy too, but the I was mostly excited for the fact that I would get to see Alfie after Christmas.

Two days before Christmas I woke up really early, around 8 am. I didn't have anything planned for the day so I pulled out my laptop and started to scroll through Tumblr. There were so many pictures, it just sucked you in. Pictures of Darcy, of Louise and I, even of Alfie and I. There was one in particular from my most recent video. The one Alfie had helped me film. 

It was a gif and I noticed that it had a lot of notes. I clicked on and smiled. Someone had added words to when Alfie had told me I was ugly. I looked at what they had tagged it under and frowned. What on earth was Zalfie? 

I pulled out my phone and immeadiately texted Alfie asking him. I was slightly confused by his answer though. The viewers had started to ship us? I mean, I knew what it meant, but what did it mean for my friendship with Alfie? 

I clicked off my phone and placed it gently on my bedside table returning my attention back to the depths of Tumblr. Now I was searching through just the Zalfie tag. Finding more pictures and gifs of Alfie and myself than I would have liked to have seen. 

Soon enough my father and Joe called me to the kitchen to help plan out Christmas dinner. I shut my laptop and walked out of the room. My mind filled with new thoughts of Zalfie and all that it entailed.

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                                                     Christmas Day

"Zoe wake up!!!" 

I rolled around in my bed, keeping my eyes shut and pulling my duvet closer to me. The house was cold and I did not want to get up. 

"Zo, come on!" the same person called again. I groaned, it was Joe. I sat up and ran a hand groggily through my hair. It was Christmas. Wait, it was Christmas! 

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up a large smile on my face. Presents and a delicious breakfast were waiting for me. Joe and my dad were already up sitting in the living room smiling up at me. 

"Merry Christmas Sweetie," my dad said grinning at me as he took another sip of his tea. 

"Merry Christmas!" I said smiling as well as I leaned in and gave him a quick hug. I then sat down on the floor next to Joe. He already had his first present in front of him waiting to open it. This was the tradition, we would wait for the other to wake up and then we would open all our presents. A pretty lame tradition if you ask me. My favourite part of Christmas was eating cinnamon rolls afterwards.

The second I sat down next to him, Joe started the tear the paper off of his present. Some things never changed. I moved closer to the tree and reached underneath pulling out a present for me. It was from my father. I carefully slipped my finger under the tape and started to neatly undo the paper. 

Inside was a box, I opened it and pulled out the big, heavy book inside. I was about to ask what it was when I realised what it was. I squealed quietly with joy. "Daddy!" I said with a smile. It was an old book from the early nineties all about the real Moulin Rouge. 

I had been asking for it for ages but given up hope on getting it when I realised that it was 50 pounds. There was no way any person in my family was going to get me a book that expensive. "Thank you, thank you!" I said standing up and running over to him giving him another hug. 

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The rest of the day went by in a blur. I opened so many presents. Some from relatives I could hardly remember. Some that my mum had sent over, even a few from Joe. All of the presents I was actually looking forward to were coming later though. 

All of my friends and I had decided to exchange gifts after Christmas when we met up to film in London. I was excited for their presents but really, to be honest, I was just excited to see Alfie. 

Hi guys I'm back!! I had an amazing time at camp. Thank you so much _carpediem for uploading for me! I promise the story is going to start getting interesting really soon and the chapters are going to be much longer! I hope you guys are liking the story so far! Thanks for reading lovelies! ^_^ xxx