Eye of the storm - Lams fanfic

16 NOT A LEMON PERVS

The fan art is shit im sorry

A few days had passed and the storm had been continuous. Alexander was constantly crying and shaking and all I can do is comfort him.
It breaks my heart.

I start running a bath. I sit on the side of the bathtub and look out the window. I wonder what happened to Alexander. Why he's so emotionally scarred.
The window pane rattled with the aggressive winds and the sharp hail threatened to break it. I thought back at my past. I admit, it was a bad childhood. I had to work harder than I have had to in my adult years. I was never one to take pity on myself, but even I knew it was pretty fucked up. His must have been even worse if he was still this messed up, no offence my love. He'd never told any of us, me or Lafayette or Hercules or even Aaron, about his past. I guess he thought it was his past so he'd move passed it, like I did. It was a very him thing to do.
I snap out of my thoughts to feel something burning my hand. Oh shit. The bah was almost overflowing. I turn it of swiftly.

"Alexander?" I say softly, wondering if he's still asleep. I kneel down beside the sofa placing my hand on his shoulder. "I've run a bath for you. It's perfect heat. I laugh knowing people will comment on this. Wake up" I whisper loudly 😂
He stirs. He rubs his eyes "ok I'm getting up" he murmurs. I hold his hand and lead him to the bathroom.

He still looks drowsy in the light of the bathroom. "Let's get you undressed." I say and help him out of his clothes. I managed to keep my feelings at bay.
I helped him into the bath. "Do you want me to play some music? Might be kinda nice?" I said it primarily because if he said yes it could block out the sound of the hail. I could already feel him start to shake. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and put on some music. "What did I miss" came on. It was one of my favourite songs. Next was 'dear theodosia'. This was my definite favourite. The vocals were so good. I loved having the album on shuffle so I could guess wich song was coming next. Yes I am a freak. I could tell Alexander was enjoying it, humming along to the songs. The music was doing its job. I couldn't hear the storm.

As much as I hate to admit it, I was silently screaming inside as I washed his shoulders with a flannel. I was suddenly really worried I was making him uncomfortable. Reluctantly, I got up and said "well, I'll leave you to it. Call for me if you need me." I start to walk towards the door, my eyes covered by the few thick curly strands of hair that fell from my ponytail. I felt a wet hot hand grasp my wrist and stopped me from leaving. I turned to see Alexander blushing and looking down.
"Stay?" He whimpered. I smiled. I sat on the chair beside the tub again. "Actually, can you come in here with me?.." he asked quietly. In these few moments, I realised how much he'd changed since his son and wife died. Before he used to pick fights with everyone. He was loud and abrasive and had no filter between his brain and his mouth. But he barely said anything now, and if he did it was quietly and shortly. I liked this side of him.

I remove all of my clothing and sit in the bath opposite Alexander. We appreciate each others company, the music and warm water. We completely forget about the storm. Until a massive, loud boom of thunder and sharp intense flash of lighting come out of nowhere. I hear Alexander gasp. I look at him his eyes are wide open and he's gripping the sides of the bathtub so strongly his knuckles are completely white. He's brought his knees to his chest so tightly. I ease his hands of the sides of the tub and hold them. I murmur reassurances to him as he looks at me breathing considerably quick. I didn't think he was having a panic attack though. I scooched over beside him and wrapped my arms round him.

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