A guilty pleasure with you // WillNE x Reader

Chapter 30 - Alex's interruptions.

WILLS POV:

As I let go of George from the shock of Alex screaming 'what the fuck' out of nowhere, George makes a run from my grasp and stands beside Alex wiping the blood from his nose

"I have no idea, I came in here to tell Will that Y/N was doing Okay! and he just Beat me up!" 

"That's bullshit!" I say trying to defend myself as Alex just shakes his head standing between both George and me as he puts his arms out lengthways as if to stop anything else from both being said and or happening. "I honestly, in no bloody fucking way believe either of you. I just came here to get the key to our place from George."  he puts his hand out flat in front of George 

George puts his hand into his pocket with his eyebrows furrowed together as he pulls the key out slowly but putting it into Alex's hand roughly. "Well is she ok?" George scoffs throwing his arms up as if he had just asked the most obvious question ever.

"Don't think either of you deserves to know that." He closes his hand rough and quickly as he turns around without saying another word to either Me or George. 

George just looked me up and down with a look of disgust and anger and followed Alex out of the apartment without letting me finish what Alex had interrupted. 

I walk into the bathroom to try and somewhat sort out the throbbing pain in my face, but as I look in the mirror I quickly realise as I look at my reflection touching my swollen and bloody nose gently as even the slightest touch hurt. And I lost it I scream throwing a punch at the mirror it cracking under my touch, bursting into tears as I held my bleeding fist small pieces of glass digging into me.

As I looked up at the broken mirror, I realised that just like the mirror in front of me things couldn't be fixed.

YOUR POV: 

I sat in the bed at the hospital while I waited for Alex to come back with some supplies that I would need for the next night or so. And as I looked around the room I find myself thinking about the fact that I should be hurting but instead I found myself feeling numb, empty even. A feeling way too familiar for my liking especially considering the situation at hand. 

I pick up my phone and decide the best thing to do was to delete old memories as I just assumed that deleting photos was a great way to delete other emotions at the same time. But hell was I wrong, because as I scrolled through each photo, each video, each conversation. 

The emotions got worse and worse. and I felt my throat beginning to close up and the twisted knot of anxiety in the bottom of my stomach got worse. I realised as tears began to stream down my face that memories cant simply be deleted, and I certainly wasn't ready to delete anything yet. 

Whether that was a good or a bad thing I had no idea all I knew was my emotions were confused and lost. And for the first time in a while, I thought that all I needed was- 

But before I could finish the thought that could change everything, Alex walked into the room with a bag of my belongings and a smile on his face and I could help but wonder as Alex places his arms around me what would have happened if Alex hadn't walked in and if I was left alone to my own thoughts.