Alerrie: Case Closed

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⚠️this story will including swearing.

This story is in no way connected to my previous story, Alerrie: His Son.

This story is set around the present, but is entirely fictional and obviously I don't own any of the characters unless they're not real people. Enjoy!
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Alex's POV:

I was heading home along the motorway, cars skimming past me as I drove quickly but not carelessly. My sweaty hands were leaving droplets on the steering wheel and I was slightly worried that if I bit my lip any more it might begin to bleed.

Perrie was waiting for me at home. At least, that's what I assumed. I wouldn't be too surprised if she'd packed a bag and fucked off, if I was being honest. I wouldn't blame her either. I'd fucked up badly and now... well I didn't know what was going to happen now.

Earlier

I was walking out of Melwood after a quite frankly fucking brilliant training session. It was fairly warm out and so generally the lads were all in a good mood. It'd been a fun couple of hours and I'd put a lot of work in myself. The boss had been particularly impressed with me today and had called me to the side at the end of the session to tell me that if I trained like that every day, I'd be the first name on the team sheet every week. Considering some of the world-class talent we have on our roster, that was a compliment of the highest order.

Drunk on contentment, I meandered over to my car, only to be delayed from clambering inside by a buzz from my pocket. Not thinking much of it, I took out my phone and as the lock screen flashed on, I saw a text from my girlfriend.

Perrie ❤️: We need to talk.

That kind of text is never received without panic. What could we have to talk about? Was she breaking up with me? Was she pregnant? Oh fucking hell, was she pregnant? Before I could work myself up into a state, I cleared my mind and replied to the message.

Why, what's happened? Are you okay?

Perrie ❤️: No I'm not.

Again, the panic. What on earth had caused her to act this way?

How come? Are you hurt? Do you need me to come pick you up?

Perrie ❤️: No.

I was so confused at this point. It's always hard to discern someone's emotions through text but the short responses and full stops came across as incredibly cold to me.

Ok, what's happened then?

Perrie ❤️: Search your name on twitter.

As I read the text, I felt sick to my stomach. The feeling of the unknown was poisonous and terrifying and I dreaded to find out what had made my girlfriend turn against me this way. In a flustered panic, I punched my name into Twitter search, praying that whatever met me could be overcome.

The first few results were comments about a video of me that had been released. A video. I clicked on the video section of twitter and immediately recognised the sight.