It was all an act .... at least to Abigail it was. The coyness, dumb remarks, confused looks. It was fake, an act for David Dobrik's vlogs.
[ALEX ERNEST FANFICTION]
11.10.17 - 2.5.18
Think I don't need a watch to tell the time, think I don't need the sun to help me shine
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Abigail Adams' POV
Once I woke up at Scotty's, I quickly left. I couldn't face Alex, not after what drunk me had done. As of now I was at my house, going over my songs for the album. There was a knock at my door.
"Come in!" I yelled, expecting it to be my takeout food I had ordered.
"Abi, can we talk about last night?" Alex asked from the doorway. My heart stopped along with my breathing. I slowly turned to face him.
"What about last night?" I asked, my voice shaking. He came closer inside.
"That kiss," he mumbled. I gulped. I couldn't remember everything but I remembered kissing him, and he pulled away.
"I'm sorry, I was drunk and crazy," I stuttered, standing up, trying to leave.
"I know, but I want to talk about," Alex said. I gulped once again, a tear rolled down my face. Niall had just cheated on me, and the new guy that I like rejected me, and now wanted to talk about it. Now it was a water show.
"I can't talk about it, not now!" I cried out. He came closer to me, causing me to flinch and move away. "Leave me alone Alex!" I cried.
"Abi! Let me explain!" Alex said. I shook my head. I didn't want to hear those cliché reasons of why he didn't like me.
"Leave Alex," I mumbled, turning away from him. He grabbed my shoulder, turning me back to him.
"Let me explain, please!" He begged. I wiped my eyes.
"Just go Alex, please," I whispered, pushing him back. Alex did what I said, and he left. He slowly shut the door and that's when I fully broke down. I ran over to the door, putting my hand on the knob, but taking it off. I leaned my head against the door, and placed one hand on it. "Alex."
Third Person POV
Little did Abigail know, on the other side of the door, Alex placed his hand on the doorknob, but evidently took it off. He lean is head against the door, placing one hand on it, in the same spot Abigail had her hand on the other side.
