All Time Slash - Fireworks. (Jalex FanFic)

Chapter 41

Jack never did come home with Alex after their hospital encounter.

“I’m gonna stay at my mom’s tonight Al, I just- I need to sort my head out, and maybe you should do the same.” Jack spoke quietly as both boys shuffled out of the Accident and Emergency exit and into the bitter cold wind.

“Jack, you’re just overreacting. I said I was sorry, what more do you want me from me?” Alex pleaded, even considering falling to his knees and fucking begging. He didn’t want to watch Jack walk away from him, even for just one night. He didn’t think he’d be able to sleep in an empty bed anymore.

“Maybe for you to actually mean it for once, because I never know what you’re saying anymore. I’m sorry Alex,” Then Jack spat the last remnants of blood and saliva from his tongue, before turning his back to the sobbing older boy. “I’ll see you tomorrow at midday after your appointment in Fracture Clinic, then we’ll talk again.”

“I love you.” Alex called out after the American as he started to walk in the direction he shouldn’t have gone in. He should have stayed with Alex, just accepted the apology, and maybe he should have said, “I love you, too.” But he didn’t, and that hurt more than anything at all.

Alex’s forefinger and thumb gently rubbed against the metal of the heart-shaped pendant that remained hanging around his neck by a flimsy chain that he’d had to replace the other week when Jack accidentally snapped it by tugging it too hard.

He’d been sat on his bed like this for a while now, two, three hours at least. Legs crossed, one hand in the lap, the other touching his necklace in some way, fingertip gently outlining the carving of his boyfriend’s name.

Alex didn’t even know what he expected to gain out of this. It was just a stupid piece of metal that no doubt cost too much and he could probably get a replica of it from Poundland if he looked hard enough. So why did it mean so much?

Maybe it was the simple fact that he knew this thing, this silly little gift contained all the emotions he’d bottled up in the past. Some still locked inside the silver, suffocating and never to be let out because Alex just didn’t know how to.

He wondered whether Jack was doing the same thing, maybe the younger boy was also searching for the answers from an item that done nothing but look pretty against his chest.

Alex took in a deep breath as he finally leant back on his bed to rest his aching back against the mattress. He longed to just close his eyes and fall asleep, he needed it if he were to feel the slightest bit easier, yet it seemed impossible without Jack beside him.

No matter how much Alex would complain about Jack pressing his knee too hard against his crotch, or when the American would wrap his fingers tightly around their duvet and pull it across his body, cocooning himself and forcing Alex to wrestle with him to have his warmth back, who would have known that Alex needed that at night to help him drift off?

His mind was full, too. Cram packed with useless thoughts, torturing himself in his own head. It didn’t seem to be the most pleasant place to be at the moment.

Alex couldn’t decide what it was exactly that he was feeling. A mixture of anger, sadness, and was that… was that heartbreak?

“How fucking pathetic, Alex. He got angry, that’s all. You probably would have hit the roof if you’d been the one accused of cheating on someone you know you would never hurt in a million bloody years. Get over yourself. He’ll be back.”

And right on cue there was the sound of the doorbell, a concerned Mrs. Gaskarth knowing exactly who would be standing at the door.

Alex listened to their brief conversation: