Barely Legal. [Milex]

Sweet Dreams, MK

He has a boyfriend...

In just one blink all the blood inside my body rushed to my ears. I felt the world falling and as it did my chest became heavier and my view became blurry. It wasn't healthy to have all these emotions in one night, I could tell.

Bloody hell...why did I never thought about that?! Of course he has a boyfriend! He's the most gorgeous man in existence. Why did I ever thought I had a chance with him? Why didn't I ask that before coming into his house?

My face was burning in rage once again and I felt the urge to punch him in the face, to never talk to him again, to never see him again, to lock him in the room, burn his house down and run... This was the tragedy of the century...

But sadly, when the love of your life, the man you've been in love with for two years, the only person you can think about, is sitting by your side, honestly, there's nowhere else you'd want to go. Even when they have a fucking boyfriend.

"You have a boyfriend?" I whispered in an attempt to look normal and not scream at him.

He let out a long sigh and moved his hands to his thigh. "That's where it's complicated."

"I get that, Alex. But why is it complicated?" The self control wasn't working at all, I was two seconds away from snapping again. This was a nightmare, this wasn't a dream.

When he didn't answer me I turned around. He was staring at the floor, breathing softly, he wasn't blinking or moving. Just then I noticed how tired and sad he looked, how didn't I notice that before? He has looked like this all week, something was wrong.

I took a deep breath to calm myself a bit more, it was time to leave my feelings aside and focus on him for once. He was hurt and I wasn't helping at all. He needed someone. If I wanted him to see me as something else I needed to start by being his friend.

"Alex, hey... why is it complicated? What is wrong?" I hugged his shoulders this time and pulled him closer, resting my head against his. All the anger left, now I was only preoccupied.

"He uhm... He left." He whispered, still looking at the floor, not even a sign of sadness in his voice, he sounded so numb it scared me.

He left? He left him? He left Alex Turner? How can anyone leave Alexander Turner? How could you not want to be every second of your life with this man? He was probably fucking insane.

"Last night we... we had a fight... and..." He sighed and rubbed his face with both hands.

"And what?" I asked as gently as I could. He looked at me with the most adorable eyes and smiled, not fake smiled but very tired smiled.

"I don't want to bother you with my problems. It's getting late, you should sleep." I rolled my eyes without him noticing and kneeled in front of him, grabbing both of his hands to move them out of his face. I've had enough of this.

"Alex, look at me: if I don't care about my sleeping patterns neither should you. You're not bothering me, I really want to help you." I said softly but firmily, I wanted him to know that I cared. I was concerned about him, like always.

He finally looked at me, I could see he was trying his best to look unaffected. "You really want to know?" He asked holding both of my hands, if he only knew how many things he was making me feel just by that.

"Of course."

He stood up from the bed and held one hand out for me. "Okay, come on then." I looked at him wide-eyed but grabbed his hand without hesitation, standing up to follow him. "This room is too small, we won't be comfortable here." He said as he walked towards his bedroom still holding my hand. I quickly took the clothes he gave me and carried them with me, now I actualy had a reason to take my clothes in front him... I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts, I was becoming a pervert.