HAYWIRE // INSTAGRAM - NEXT GEN

// sixty seven //

movie night.

there wasn't a lot al could cope with, to be fair, but movie night he could actually manage... maybe. only if he sat as far away from scorpius as possible. and he could have his own blanket for once, rather than having to be close and sharing.

he didn't hate scorp, god no. he could never hate scorp, no matter what anyone *cough* jamiehugoteddy *cough* would say. al just worried that scorpius would be the one to hate him. hate him because the love al had for scorpius still hadn't gone away. and he'd tried so hard to stop feeling this way but nothing worked. even when scorpius did little things, such as reaching up to the top cupboard to grab a mug, it sends al's emotions all over the place. because scorp's shirt comes up a fraction of an inch so al's eyes immediately focus on the small bit of skin exposed. not that he'd ever tell anyone, but he wishes he could see more than just that little patch for a couple of seconds every morning. and scorpius' face screws up as he tries to reach his favourite mug (green with sunflowers on) which al is sure hugo pushes to the back of the cupboard to annoy him. thinking about that now, al was a tad curious to why hugo suddenly kept volunteering to put away rather than to wash or dry when doing the dishes.

so yes, al would sit on the other sofa with either hugo or lorc, and scorpius would sit with the other one. the only issue really is that hugo and lorcan were inseparable. but he was sure he could talk to one of them about it. and maybe he wouldn't have to sit through two hours of torture. not painful, only really really hot and bothered.

he knew the plan would flop though; as if lorc or hugo would ever let him take either of their places. also, scorp would get suspicious, and then he would ask questions - questions al didn't have the courage to answer.

and that's how he and scorp ended up squished up against each other, on the smallest sofa, sharing a blanket, alongside popcorn, because hugo and lorcan apparently needed two out of the three blankets they owned, and were also big enough to use up all of the room on the larger sofa (al knew it was absolute bullshit). the movie they were watching was la la land. not al's or scorp's first choice for that night (despite it being al's favourite movie, he just wasn't in the mood to watch a love story and cry that night), but hugo had been dying to watch it again (see again: absolute bullshit).

once they had got settled and the movie began, al couldn't help but feel restless. he could hear laughs coming from the direction of hugo and lorcan and he tried not to look over, but the sound was too distracting. the two of them were cuddling, legs tangled and arms around one another. they shared hushed whispers and louder shrieks of laughter.

he thought the situation couldn't get any worse, but luck was usually never on his side. ping ping ping. a constant noise altered him to its presence. al followed the sound to scorp's phone, where he was currently receiving messages from a certain curly haired girlfriend of his.

rosie.

it wasn't difficult to guess what those messages said, nor why scorp was (not-so) quietly giggling to himself. al tried to not let it bother him, but even then it was difficult. him and chris fake dating did nothing to separate scorpius and rose; it was a pointless plan really.

emotions got the better of him and before he knew it, his eyes began to fill with tears. al didn't want anyone to see him like this, definitely not scorp.

"i'm just gonna get a drink." al whispered to his best friend and got up off the sofa. their friendship was almost back to normal. something was just slightly off and al knew it was his feelings for scorpius.