Author's Note: I might do a part 2 to this. However i also felt obligated to do another Alex story. There is a threesome bit on my Marco story of Alex x Marco x reader if you are interested.
Triggers: alcohol use and teasing
It was hard being with someone who was constantly working. Alex always ALWAYS was working. He seemed to only be home for the holidays at this point. You were there, sometimes, when you could get it off. Holidays were rolling around and the Dane informed you that he was at the airport about to fly home. You got the apartment clean for him and you even washed the sheets so they can smell like lavender. As the hours of the day time slowly crept into the night time hours, you begin to worry. You had his itinerary for his flights. He should be landing to get on the connecting flight. He had time to call you, but nothing. Your phone was so dead. There were no calls or text messages. You called him and it went straight to voicemail. You just nervously scroll through your contacts. You press Marco's number to call him - straight to voicemail also. You start to feel a bit frustrated. You scroll to Jordan's number and call him. The line picks up.
"HEY BABY GIRL WHATS UP?" Jordan sounds like he was in a club. All you could hear was music.
"Have you heard from Alex?" You ask him.
"Alex… Alex…," Jordan was obviously drunk and trying to buy himself time.
"Yeah, you know, Ivar. Danish. Brown hair. The prettiest eyes on this side of the world," You answer.
"Oh shit, yeah," Jordan speaks and you can hear a faint 'Alex, it's your woman on the phone.'
You just hang up. You were fuming at this point. He lied to you about flying back. He was at a club with Jordan and probably Marco. You respect that he wants to hang with his guy friends, however you were upset he lied to you about flying back to see you. You focus on calming your breathing. You click to snapchat to find Jordan's story, you clicked through the pictures and videos of the boys being drunk. You pause a story of Alex dancing on some girl. Your heart just shatters. You just screenshot it, not caring that Jordan will see that you did that. You needed proof. You just watched the rest of the stories. You wipe your eyes as they start to water. You put your phone down and walk off the kitchen, you need tequila to even deal with this. Your phone starts to ring, a familiar song plays - Alex and your song fills the air. You move to look at your phone, just holding the bottle of tequila. You just watch Alex's picture stay on the phone as you click off the sound. You then turn off your ringer. You were going to have him suffer, just like you were. You open the bottle of tequila. Here is to a long night.
You woke up in the morning, on the couch, a bottle filled halfway with tequila, and your phone on the coffee table. You did not feel great, but you felt a lot better from last night. You grab your phone, glaring at the thirty percent you had left. You see that Alex's name was on the screen with 10 missed calls and 10 messages from next to it. There is a text from Jordan and Marco. You just get in the face with the memories of last night. You unlock your phone and clear out the missed calls notification. You click on the messages. You read Jordan's then Marco's.
Jordan: I had no idea that he was supposed to be on his way back to yours. I would have yelled at him if I knew, I am sorry. Let me know if I can make it up to you.
Marco: Alex wanted me to tell you that he's sorry. I'm sorry I didn't answer earlier.
You type back to both of them that it was okay and it was between you and Alex. You take in a small breath as you begin to read Alex's messages.
Alex: Hey honey, I love you so much.
Alex: I am sorry, Jordan invited me out and that last day of filming was the worst.
Alex: Jordan told me that you screenshot the video if the girl and I are dancing and I can assure you that she's no one. She was drunk and danced on me.
Alex: Alex you are so fucking stupid and childish. This was a bad thing to do.
Alex: Babe, please pick up.
Alex: I just want to hear your voice.
Alex: I have an actual flight today, I promise. I am on my way home.
Alex: proof (a picture of him at the airport, at his gate)
Alex: I will talk to you when I get home. I love you.
Alex: I am sorry.
