Alfie's POV
She sort of looked sad when I was at the door. At first I was confused - she has a boyfriend, why are these for me? - but then I knew there was something wrong so I sat down on the sofa and questioned her.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I...I just can't handle my life right now." I gave her a look to show her I was here for her. "But I like you Alfie, I really do," she then quickly added.
"Then why aren't you pleased that I'm here?"
"But I am pleased," she argued.
"Ok. Anyway, how's Wilf?" I wondered, trying to change the conversation. But it was at that moment that she burst into tears. "Oh Zoe, I'm sorry," I said, assuming she'd been dumped.
"No, no Wilf is fine. It's me that's the problem."
I didn't know what she meant.
Zoe's POV
I swallowed hard. Alfie still looked as if it was his fault. Wilf was a great boyfriend, he really was, but the way Alfie looked at me with his kind eyes and lopsided smile made me annoyed. If Alfie wasn't cuter and kinder than Wilf, I would've probably gone home when the others did, instead of agreeing to eating out with Alfie. Then none of this would've happened, and right now I'd probably be trying to find a vase to put my flowers in.
"I think I'll just dry my eyes a bit, one sec," I said. But really I was going into my room to scroll through Wilf's Facebook.
I lay on my bed, praying for Alfie not to come in. I wanted something to make me hate Wilf, and then I could dump him for Alfie for an actual reason. I didn't go on Facebook much, so if anything was happening it'd be on there.
I looked through his pictures. Nothing.
I was about to give up when a comment caught my eye.
Ahhhh my perfect boyfriend <3 lyl
The name read 'Betsy Adams'. I clicked on her profile and looked through her pictures. They were mainly her and her friends, but about a quarter of the way in, was her, and a boy, laying in bed together. I could identify the guy easily - to my disgust and delight it was Wilf. I saved the picture; I'd send him a message later, when he's finished work.
Alfie's POV
She seemed to be taking a while, I thought, so I ventured my way to the bathroom. But no one was in there. I couldn't understand where she'd be. When I turned around, there she was, standing in the doorway of the room opposite.
"And where were y-" I was cut off by her phone buzzing.
After a while, once she must've read the text about 10 times, she spoke. "It's Wilf," she said. "He saw the picture at the Italian," she added, "I'm dumped."
"Oh Zoe. Just tell him it was a mistake, he'll understand."
"No Alfie. It wasn't a mistake. We didn't have to kiss, but we did. I found out today Wilf has been cheating on me anyway. But Alfie it's strange. Ever since I've me you, even though I've treated you horribly, you've acted so much nicer than Wilf. You are practically my favourite person and I've only known you like a couple of days. I've been too scared to ask you out because I felt bad about Wilf, and I knew you didn't like me back anyway. I probably sound like an evil bitch for going from one boy to another just like that, but I like you Alfie, honestly."
"But Zoe, the thing is I like you too." I could see her eyes brighten and a smile spread across her lips. And I felt the same too.
Once again, we were kissing. But this time was for real.
