Zoe's POV
"Good evening everyone. I'm so sorry I haven't done vlogmas but this month has been really busy and eventful so I haven't really had chance. Anyway, right now I'm at my dads and I've just been looking through old photos. Look at Joe in this one," I showed the camera a photo of me decorating the tree one year, but Joe was sat there in the corner in a grump, "awwwww Joe." I then clicked the 'record' button to stop recording. I was just going to vlog a few old toys and photos - it's what the viewers would rather see I guess, not a faceless Daddy Sugg eating. I was trying to keep out of my dads way anyway, I didn't want a long chat about the whole Wilf/Alfie thing.
Alfie's POV
Why hadn't she called back by now? I was pretty sure we'd exchanged numbers so she could call me if she didn't want to call my mum. The nurse was examining me.
"You're definitely good to go," she'd lost a bit of her energy now, thank goodness, "we'll call you back sometime next week for a quick checkup, if there are any problems just ring in." I said a quick thankyou and sat up on my bed. I didn't really know what to expect when I stood up, would walking be normal?
"Here you go, you can try these crutches for a bit until you get used to it," the nurse said. I grabbed them and put my weight on my good leg.
"Are you okay, do you need a wheelchair or anything?" my mum asked.
"Mum, I'm fine, don't worry."
I made it to the car okay. My mum opened the door to let me in.
"Still had no reply from Zoe. Don't worry though, she's probably got her phone off." Well that didn't explain her tweets that were appearing in my feed. Although I guess she could've been on her laptop.
"Anyway Alfie, you're probably wondering why I wanted you at the police station in the first place," said my mum as she steered out of the car park entrance. I'd actually completely forgotten about that, "well I unlocked the door to my house yesterday and the TV was gone. But he wasn't. I managed to get a picture just before he left, and then I called the police obviously." My mum handed me her phone. The most recent picture was of a handsome yet shifty looking dude.
"The police recognised him at once, he's been in trouble before," my mum continued, "the names Wilf or something, the police wanted to know if you knew who he was." I thought for a second. I'd never heard of any Wilf. But then my mind cast back to the Italian with Zoe.
"Actually I'm currently dating a guy called Wilf."
"Mum, can I just quickly send a message from you phone?"
"Um ok sure." I sent Zoe the picture of Wilf, and added 'Is that Wilf? -Alfie', then I clicked 'send'.
A minute later, she replied: 'call me please Alfie x' So she did have her phone after all, I concluded she was busy.
