ZOE
Seeing Alfie so vulnerable yesterday was hard, I'm used to being the one the broken one, not the comforter. After we stayed where we were, just hugging as he cried he eventually moved up onto his bed. I laid next to him and just looked at him as he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. I touched his face with the back of my hand before kissing his cheek and getting off the bed. I walked around his room picking up things and looking at them, I found a picture of him and Poppy, another of his mother, Poppy and him. He was a family man clearly, one that protected and loved them all a lot. I could tell this from the way he acted towards Scott yesterday, the way he got so angry. It kind of scared me seeing him that way but I knew he had his reasons, he must have. I wasn't going to push him to tell me the story, he would do that in his own time.
So here I am now, laying on his sofa with a blanket wrapped around myself and I'm just waiting for him to waken up. I would have gone home last night but it felt wrong to leave him here and I wanted to make sure he was going to be okay. And I wasn't going to sleep in his bed with him because even though my feelings for the dark haired, handsome man with the shiny brown eyes were strong I didn't want us to share a bed for the first time like that. I wanted it to be right and I knew I hadn't actually known him for as long as it felt like.
I got my phone off of the floor beside me and went onto twitter. I scrolled through my feed, retweeting a couple of things and favouriting some others. I was really just trying to pass time until Alfie woke up. He had been asleep for around 9 hours now, I had barely gotten any sleep. One, because sofas aren't really very comfortable sleeping places and two, because I was just worrying about everything.
About ten minutes later, Marcus walked into the room. I sat up on the sofa, pulling the blanket around myself and attempting to get comfortable incase he sat beside me. His hair was all messy, and all he wore was tartan pyjama bottoms. His strolled through the room, either not noticing that I was here or not caring. I sat there kind of in shock at seeing him that way again, it brought back feelings inside of me that I though I had gotten rid of. And being with Alfie was something that made me happy, not being with Marcus. These feelings weren't of wanting to be with him just the feeling of missing him. They weren't the same as before, the feelings I used to have for Marcus are what I feel for Alfie now but more amplified and in a shorter period of time.
Marcus came back into the room a few minutes later holding a bowl of cereal and chewing on what I assumed was a spoonful of it. He sat down next to me like I thought he would and he turned to face me. He swallowed the food before smiling a overly happy smile. I couldn't tell if it was sarcastic or what but it made me laugh.
"So what happened last night, did he tell you?" Marcus inquired before taking another spoonful of the Lucky Charms I realised was in the bowl.
"No, I'm going to let him tell me in his own time. I did wonder whether or not you knew for a minute but the fact you were nice to Scott when he first came and the way you reacted when Alfie started off, I lost the thought in a second." I told the boy sitting across from me. Even though Marcus gave me the overly happy smile and seemed like he was in a good mood, I knew him too well to think that was true. He's worried and I think anyone with eyes and ears could tell you that, Marcus wasn't a very good liar, not that he is lying, more like pretending or faking.
"Do we act like normal when he gets up? Do we ask him if he's okay or what? I have known this boy for years and seeing him like that yesterday even scared me a little so I don't know how to act." Marcus said, setting the half eaten bowl of cereal on the coffee table and looking at me. I saw the sadness in his eyes. Seeing his best friend like that has torn him a little inside. It must be hard, he would have thought that he knew everything about him until now.
"I'm just going to wait and see how he reacts when he gets up. See how he is feeling physically and how he is to us before we analyze him." I laugh a little, trying to keep an upbeat feeling about this.
Alfie came out of his room around half an hour later. Marcus and I were watching TV and when I saw him I practically jumped off the sofa at the sight of him. I looked at Marcus and he met my gaze, he nodded at me and I walked over to Alfie. His eyes met mine and he looked different. I knew he was probably just wondering about how I felt during everything that happened yesterday and I was planning on telling him everything when he wanted me to.
"Do you want to talk?" I asked him, smiling slightly at him and taking his hand in mine. He squeezed my hand and walked back into his room. He sat down on the bed and I sat next to him, facing him as to let him know that I was ready to listen at whatever he wanted to say to me.
"I'm sorry about yesterday. That wasn't me, I didn't mean to-" I cut Alfie's pointless apologies off by kissing him. His lips were dry but still somehow managed to be soft and plump. He kissed me back passionately and I moved closer to him so we were both more comfortable. I sat on his knee and placed my hands on his neck, his hands rested on my lower back and our lips moulded together like they were made for each other. As much as I wanted to carry on and kiss him forever I knew that right now, it was time for us to talk. I pulled back from our passionate moment and rested my lips on his forehead. I kissed him before sitting back and looking into his eyes.
"Don't apologize, please. You can talk to me about it if you want, if you don't, that's fine too. We can go somewhere, do something, be anyone for today if that's what you need. But please, just don't apologize to me for being upset and angry over something you clearly must have had the right to do." I said to him, his eyes were welling with tears but I didn't want him to cry. I wanted him to be happy.
"I'm going to take you out tonight. For a meal, okay? I promise that I'm going to talk to you. I'm going to be with you and be honest but right now, can I just enjoy your company? Your beauty and just you?" He smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. My hands moved onto his chest and I smiled whilst nodding at the man in front of me.
He kissed me again but this wasn't full of passion or lust, it was full of what felt like love. And love was something I didn't think I could ever feel again, especially in only this amount of time. But Alfie was here with me right now and I was here with him and I let him kiss me whilst the feeling rushed through me. I think I was starting to fall in love with this boy, and I knew it was going to be one hell of a roller coaster.
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goodbye ▸ zalfie
Fanfiction'goodbye' (exclamation) - used to express good wishes when parting or at the end of a conversation. from the writer of morning little one - another zalfie fan fiction. this has been discontinued.
