You enter your flat, and it's freezing. If Alex's arms were home then you were extremely homesick. You collapse on the sofa sadly and have a little cry. There was a black hole in your heart only Alex could fill. You decide to speak to him in the morning when he was sober. So you rush to bed and go to sleep.
You wake up early the next morning to a couple of messages from various people. Nobody particularly important. One message takes you by surprise though, a bully from high school had messaged you. Alice.
"I hear you're dating a rock star! Call me sometime!" the message reads.
"Dick" you say to yourself. You don't call her,her and her friend Eleanor had been horrible to you in high school and now they wanted to be friends? You sigh and drag yourself out of bed and shrug on some clothes. You call Alex but he doesn't pick up. You rush out your house quickly, not bothering with makeup and quickly get a taxi to Alex's. You didn't want any bother from paparazzi today.
You arrive and knock on the door slowly. You hear a fumbling of keys then the door unlocks, revealing Alex wrapped in a blue spaceship blanket with messy hair and purple circles under his brown eyes. He looks shocked to see you then he looks to the floor.
"Can I come in?" you ask. He hesitates, but then nods and stands out the way of the door to let you in. You collapse onto his couch and he shuffles over and sits beside you. He rubs his tired eyes and stares awkwardly at the ground.
"Alex" you say into the silence. He turns to you slightly, not looking you in the eye. "I'm sorry." you say quietly. He looks back to the floor and mumbles something.
"Do you remember anything from last night? Anything you said?" you ask.
He nods then looks you in the eye.
"Yes." he replies croakily.
"Did..you..did you mean it?" you asks. He studies your face, then nods slowly.
"Of course I did" he says. He pauses. "Do you feel the same?" he asks. You nod.
"Yeah"
He looks down awkwardly.
"Okay" he says. He looks back up at you. "Darcy?"
"Hmm?"
"I really need to, like" he struggles, then leans in and kisses you gently. His blanket falls to the sofa as he lets go of it to cup your face with his hands. Then he stops,blushes slightly and pulls his blanket back over his shoulders. You smile lightly, then look over to the blank television screen. You liked the awkwardness for some reason.
"The paparazzi" he mumbles quietly.
"I can live with it. Something made me realise that.." you say, looking to the ceiling. "You're worth it" you mumble, glancing at him. He sighs.
"Darcy, I need to know you aren't going to leave me. I know that sounds controlling. But I can't sleep, knowing theres a chance you will leave me" he admits, pointing out his dark circles. He puts his head in his hands. "I sound like a twat" he says into his hands.
"Im not going to leave you," you say quickly.Then you remember the ring. "I'll prove it," you say. You shuffle into the bedroom and pull the ring from the drawer and hide it behind your back, then walk back into the living room. You reveal it, and pass it to him. His tired eyes widen.
"You know?" he says. You nod. He fiddles with the box nervously.
"Go on," you encourage him "do it, it's okay" you whisper. He shuffles uncomfortably out of his seat and gets on one knee on the floor.
"Uh, Darcy. I would- uh" he struggles at the sudden pressure. You sit on the floor next to him.
"Alex. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I didn't think I could be as happy as I am right now with you. So I'm asking you if you will spend the rest of your life with me?" you stutter. He nods.
"Yeah, I will" he puts the ring on your ring finger and beams at it.
"I love you" he whispers, pulling you into a massive hug.
"I love you too"
//aw bless this made me rly happy to write :')//
