Mr. Used Love

Chapter 8: Oh Shit!

Laurens's POV
I park in front of their house and take a second to breathe in my car before I get out. If Alex feels that way, so what it happened and it's no one's fault, let alone his. You are here to get Alex back, get your friend back and nothing else. However, if he wants something else then we'll see from there. I sat for a few more seconds basically giving myself a pep talk and rationalize through whatever I could think of happening.
After talking to myself, I got out of my car, locked it, and walked to the door. I subconsciously took a breath of air before knocking. I was met by Alex answering the door.
"Hey..."
"H-h..." I felt him ram into me and force me into a hug. When the shock ended I returned the affection, wrapping my arms around his waist and picking him off the floor.
"I missed you."
"Hey, that's my line." He laughed and playfully punched my arm then squeezed even tighter.
"I missed you, even more, John..."
Feeling his small and withered frame tore my heart from my chest, just what happened to my dear Alex to starve himself. I continued holding him tighter to me, enjoying the sweet reunion.
See nothing to worry about, he's as happy to see you as you are to see him.
I let out a sigh of relief.
"I gotta tell you, Alex, I thought you were going to hate me when I came over... but please just keep hugging me." I couldn't hold back crying any longer.
"Shut up! No!" I assume he joined me as I felt my sleeve grow wet and then his legs wrap tighter than even his arms around my waist.
I lifted my head slightly off his shoulder and saw Lafayette walking to the doorway worriedly then relax seeing us hugging. I gently put Alex down on the ground again and pulled him back into a hug then kissed the top of his head this time.
"Its been too long."
He nods into my chest and breaths in to gain composure.
"I know it's supposed to be a fun movie night, so let's check up on you first, okay?" He stared in shock for a second then everything was wiped clear on his face then he nodded less willingly.
He took my hand sadly in his and walked me into the house. We walked to the living room and I began to sit down, but worry started to churn in my brain for Alex worse as I was currently thinking beyond his physical health.
"You're okay, right? You're not hurt?"
"No, no, no, I'm fine! Totally fine, no, no, I'm fine."
"Really? Because you're repeating your words, you look pale, and you look like you're about to topple over."