P.S I Love You (A Malfie Fanfiction)

Chapter 2~ Enjoyed

How am I fitting in another chapter? God only knows.
I spent TWO FUCKING HOURS on homework! 
Ugh I hate school.

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I was surprised when I seen Marcus walk in with Caspar trailing behind him.

You could probably see the initial shock on my face. The dry tears too.

I gave a look to Caspar,  he gave me a sympathetic look.

I squinted my eyes shut, hoping Marcus would just disappear.

"Alfie?"

Much to my despair he didn't.

"Where's your boyfriend?" I asked, trying not to sound hoarse from crying, also not trying to show the hurt.

"He had to go shopping. Did you see Troye's new video?" He asked, with a tint of happiness to it.

I wanted to say 'No, after I seen your video I bawled my eyes out." but I decided against that.

"Nah, I didn't quite have the time." I said, surprisingly calm.

"He came out! Maybe today can be like, gay YouTuber coming out day or something!" He said, oblivious to my upset mood.

I didn't mean to sound rude but I seriously wanted Marcus to leave so I could cry my eyes out on Caspar's chest.

"Marcus, can you go? I don't feel good. Sorry mate. Tell Tyler I said hi." I said, trying to act natural.

It worked because next thing I knew my head was in Marcus' chest as he hugged me goodbye. I inhaled his scent.

"Goodbye! Hope you feel better Alf." 

And with that he was out the door.

And I think Caspar seen my hurt because he laid on my bed and patted his chest.

I put my head on his chest and cried.

Cried until his shirt was soaked.

Cried until I felt sick.

Cried until I couldn't cry anymore.

And even then I was still whimpering into his chest.

Caspar rubbed my head, he didn't ask any questions which was pretty comforting.

I fell asleep fairly quickly.

Crying took lot of my energy.

When I woke up I seen Caspar running around my flat, he looked like he was looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" I asked in a groggy voice.

"The One Direction is today, remember? I'm trying to find some clothes that will fit me."

You would be able to see Caspar's smile from a mile away.

I should be smiling too, if not bigger because One Direction was my favorite band but surprisingly I didn't even want to go.

"Do I have to go?" I groaned and Caspar rolled his eyes.

"You spent a lot of money on those tickets..." He trailed off.

He was right, it's not like they would make out right in front of me, right?

Wrong.

That's all they did.

Hold hands, kiss, loving eyes, and more kissing.

To the point where I got up, went to my car and just stared at the steering wheel. I couldn't bring myself to cry.

I could feel the need but it wouldn't come.

I heard a tap on my window, I twisted around to find Tyler, himself with a look of worry, sadness, and sympathy?

"Can we talk?" He said.

He got into the passenger seat before I could object.

"Is there something wrong Alfie?" He asked.

I shook my head no.

"Just needed some fresh air." I murmured.

"You sure? You seemed pretty upset." He insisted.

I wanted to say, "It's you! With the man I love!" 

But I didn't. I just nodded my head, assuring him I was in fact, okay.

I guess he believed the lie... but then again probably not.

He got out and walked back into the stadium.

And I continued staring blankly at the steering wheel.

Deciding I've had enough of being there, I started my car and made my way home where I slept and hoped maybe I wouldn't wake up.

I grabbed my phone, clicking the lock button. Squinting my eyes when the bright line shined in my face. When my eyes finally adjusted to the screen I seen I had multiple messages.

From: Caspar; Where'd you go? :(

From: Zoe; You could've told me you left. I was worried :c

From: Tyler; I knew something was wrong. You should tell me. I could help.

From: Marky Butt Butt; Missed you at the concert mate. ): 

I ignored all the messages. Not caring for it at all.

I looked at the upper right corner to see it was already 3:30pm.

I was used to getting up so late in the afternoon so it didn't really effect me.

Or effect the fact that I was going to get drunk.

I got up showered, got dressed, somewhat styled my hair. 

I decided that if I wanted to get my mind off of Marcus, I would wait until about 7:00pm until I left to the club.

So I got onto my laptop until it was time to go.

When I got to the club, I was automatically let in.

I went straight to the bar and ordered the strongest drink they had.

I stopped counting how many drinks I had after five.

I was on the dancefloor when I felt hands grabbing on my hips.

I swung around to find a very drunk Marcus grinding on me.

"Marcus?" I whispered.

"Sh and just enjoy it." He had a goofy smirk on his face.

So I did enjoy it.

I even enjoyed it when we fucked in a hotel room.

I enjoyed it even more when I woke up with no sign of Marcus but a note that said,

Let's make this a thing? xx
~Marcus

And that's how I, Alfie Deyes and Marcus Butler became friends with benefits.

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Most of you are probably all like "but i want dem 2 b together!11!1".
They will be... hopefully c;
Haha love you! Muah! xx