Alerrie: Case Closed

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Alex's POV:

I couldn't speak. I couldn't move.

What was happening? It was like a dream, but instead of floating through clouds I was falling into darkness and fumbling around in suffocating thickness, unable to breathe or otherwise function.

The text was from Perrie. That was good, right? She was okay and that was the main thing. But it wasn't, not really; this was one sick joke and I was the butt of it.

My phone lay discarded on the table in front of me, but in my haste to throw it away I hadn't turned it off and the screen was still on, the words brightly lit and mocking me. From where I sat, I could read them, each letter burning holes into my eyeballs, but I couldn't force myself to look away.

Perrie ❤️:

Alex,
I know you must be really confused right now. I'm sorry to have to do this in this way but I can't face you or anyone else right now. Recently, I've changed a lot as a person and realised that this isn't the life I want anymore. I don't want to be in the public eye, I don't want to be a famous singer and I don't want to be the girlfriend of a footballer. If I'm honest, I fell out of love with you a long time ago. You're a great guy but it just wasn't love for me anymore, I'm sorry. It's not just you either; I'm quitting the band and I've said goodbye to my mum and everyone else. Even Hatchi got left behind. I just want to live a normal life and have a fresh start, and I can't do that when I have so many ties to people from my old life. I hope you're not too upset. I've left my necklace on the side table in your room so maybe you can regift it if your next girlfriend's name begins with P and you get together on the 10th of September. I wish you the best in the future and I really hope that you can find someone that can make you happy.
Pez

My world was crashing down on me. I couldn't read those words. She didn't mean that - she couldn't. Fucking hell, this was the girl I was supposed to marry.

About a year ago

Me and Robbo were going to an interview with some Liverpool supporters at a school for LFCTV. We entered a room which contained a table, behind which a young girl and a boy were sat, interview cards in front of them.

"You alright, guys? I'm Alex, this is Andy." I said, sitting down.

"Hi Ox, hi Robertson." The pair chorused.

"So, what are you going to ask us?" I asked.

"Well, we've got some questions here for you two." The boy said picking up some cards. The girl nodded shyly.

They asked us a few questions: some about football and some more informal ones. We were joking around with our answers and just generally creating some entertainment for the YouTube channel.

"What else do you want to know?" I asked.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The girl asked, her expression implying that she was hoping the answer would be no.

I laughed and grinned. "I do actually."

"Oh." The little girl looked disappointed. "Is she pretty?"

I laughed again. I felt like I was being interrogated. "She's very pretty, yeah."

"Are you going to get married?" She continued.