"Uh.. I kind of got in a fight" Alex admits. You gasp, and he looks down to the floor shamefully.
"Who with? Oh my God, come in, let me get you an ice pack." you say, taking his hand, which was also bloody, and lead him to the kitchen.
"It was with Ryan," Alex says. You look up from rummaging through the freezer in search for an ice pack.
"What!? Why?!" you say. You pass him an ice pack and lead him to the sofa. He puts the ice pack onto his poor head, and takes your hand.
"Me and the lads finished and went out for a drink, to celebrate y'know the tour, and I bumped into Ryan. He started calling stuff out at me, telling me I was abandoning you and a terrible boyfriend and all that shit. Then he started shouting stuff about you, calling you a slut and.. and.. I couldn't take it so I just went over and punched him right in the nose. He started punching me back, then grabbed me in like this headlock and wacked my head against this brick wall. Matt eventually got him off me. I managed to make his nose bleed though," he babbles. His eyes were sad and his head was still bleeding.
"I'm sorry, Darcy" he says, tears start forming in his eyes, before he blinks rapidly so they disappear.
"No, don't be sorry. You should of handled it better, but, I don't blame you." you say. You lean in and kiss his puffy lips.
"Ow," he whispers onto your mouth.
"Sorry, sweetie," you say. Great. You couldn't kiss your boyfriend because of your stupid ex. He notices you looking upset and kisses your cheek gently, going down your neck, all the way to your collarbone before stopping and looking up at you again.
"I fucked up so bad, and now my head hurts," he whimpers. You kiss his forehead, and he closes his eyes as if he was trying to stop tears from escaping his eyes. You stand up, which makes him stand up. You take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.
"Okay, get in bed, you look exhausted. I'm tucking you in, okay?" you say.
"I'm not a kid, Darcy," he says. But he takes off his shirt, revealing lots of bruises, and takes off his shoes and gets into bed. You make the pillow support his head, and pull the covers right up to his chin. You sit on the side of the bed, and look into his eyes. You push his hair back, making him wince slightly with pain.
"Oops, sorry" you whisper.
"No, it's okay," he says. He puts his hand upto your face and strokes your cheek with his thumb.
You get into bed beside him, and cuddle upto him, trying to avoid the purple bruises dotted across his chest. He puts his arm around you and kisses the top of your head. You look up at him and kiss his puffy lips, he doesn't wince with pain this time, but you know it's hurting him so you stop. He falls asleep sometime later, and you find yourself falling asleep after him.
