Plasters And Bandages (COMPLETED ✔️)

Chapter Nine

Alex's POV

When I woke up I saw Beck's beautiful face in front of me.

That's it, it's over.

The funeral, mine and Ari's friendship.

No, I won't think like that.

Beck smiled at me.

"Let's go downstairs, I'll make you some tea"

He's been staying over lots recently, since he came for me that day. He's planning on going back tomorrow because he has a house now, after all. I'll miss him.

He pushed a mug of tea in front of me.

"How are you?"

"I'm good, I've been meaning to talk to you"

"Me too"

He tilted his head and grinned at me, it gave me anxiety.

I found myself short for breath, I felt like I wasn't in control and I swung my arms around, causing my mug to fall and shatter. I was panting heavily and I was shaking. I couldn't stop shaking, Beck was trying to calm me but it wouldn't work and millions of thoughts raced through my head.

What if he had a girlfriend.

What if he was leaving.

My eyes stung with tears and my hands became clammy. My sight was blurry and I took a few steps back. I fell over, and hit my head on the table.

I shut my eyes tightly and focused on my breathing.

I opened them once I calmed down and Beck brushed a hair out of face.

"So- sorry, I should shower"

I quickly ran upstairs.

I ran the shower ice cold and stepped in. I took long breaths. I need to tell him, and soon.

I heard the door shut downstairs.

Shit, now he's gone. I probably scared him off.

I washed my hair, twice. Conditioned it, twice. I got out the shower and blowdried my hair, I put on some leggings and a baggy shirt. The door slammed again but I didn't go see. Opening my makeup draw, I looked at my options. Something simple. I applied light makeup, my lashes were long, and my lips were painted burgundy purple-ish but it wasn't much. Little goes a long way. Then I headed downstairs.

I was holding an empty mug from last night.

As I walked down the stairs, what I saw in front of me shocked me and I dropped the mug.

It was Beck, smiling at me and holding a bunch of roses, they were so beautiful and red. They were blood red.

"Seriously? Do I have to go get another mug cause you already broke one"

"I don't understand"

"Oh you had a panic attack and-"