If Only I Had The Words {Zalfie/Joella}

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ZOES POV

"Alfie!" I shouted, the boy has been in the bathroom for the last ten minutes. "Alfie!" I shout again, knocking on the door multiple times. 

He opens the door and there he stands, red rimmed eyes with a few peck of tears falling down his cheeks. "Alfie? Why are you crying?" I asked, pulling him down into my arms. 

"It's...It's Jack," He whispered, his head in the crook of my neck. 

"Why are you crying about Jack? I thought you hated Jack," I questioned, kissing his head. 

"It's not that... he's been shot." 

Everything around me turned fuzzy and began to shake. It felt like the floor was thumping in time of my heartbeat. I fell to the floor, was Jack dead?

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Loud music invaded my ears, surrounding me were laser beams and flashing lights? Why was I at a club? An arm wraps around my waist and spins me around pulling me into their chest. I look up to green eyes I've grown to care about.

"Jack," I breathed, cuddling into his chest. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be?" 

"Someone shot you, aren't you dead?" I questioned, roaming my eyes across his body, no gunshot nor blood. 

"No-one shot me, all I know is that I'm in a club with the most beautiful girl." He whispered, laying a small kiss on my warm cheeks. 

"Don't," I whispered, pushing him back slightly. "I'm dating Alfie, you know that."

"Who's Alfie?" His eyebrows raising up. "And I'm dating you." 

"What? No you're not, your travelling the world in like next month?" 

"No, I'm not. Are you feeling okay? Should we leave?" He said, running his cold fingers down my arms. "Too much alcohol again?" He laughed, wrapping his lanky arm around my waist. "Come on, lets' go." 

I could feel the cool breeze and immediently calmed down. A click sounded behind us, making me turn around. There stood Alfie, a silver gun in his hand, aiming at Jack. No...

BANG. 

Jack laid on the floor, blood pouring from his chest. "Alfie!" I scream, running over and pushing on his chest. "How dare you!" 

"Wake up Zoe,"

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I gasped for air as I shot up, Alfie hand rubbing up and down my back. "Ssh... it's okay." I backed away from his touch. 

What if Alfie killed Jack? It does kind of make sense, they both hated each other. "Don't touch me," I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks. 

I run into my room and pull out my  house phone. Jack's contact springed up and I clicked call. The rings went on for a few seconds before a voice picked up. "Hello?" A pained voice said. Jack.

"Oh my god, you're okay." I breathed, sitting down on the floor. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just in a little pain." 

"Can I come see you?" 

"Of course." He whispered, a breath leaving his lips. "I'm at Royal London Hospital though," 

"I don't care, I'm coming to see you." I said, hanging up the phone. If I took a train now I would get there by five o'clock.

I picked up my purse, where was my phone?“Alfie! Where’s my phone?” I shout, examining the area, I swear I had it yesterday.

Alfie walks in, his eyes red rimmed and watery. My hearts softens at the sight, did I take it that far? I need to stop my dreams from overtaking my senses. I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist. "I'm sorry," I whispered, kissing his chest lightly. "I didn't mean to ... overreact. I had a bad dream."

"I understand," His voice croaks, his slims fingers rubbing my arm soothingly. He runs his fingers through my hair, the tears still brimming my eyes. "Do you want to tell me?"

"Can you drive me to London?"

"What? Why do you want to go to London?"

"To see Jack, I'll explain in the car." I said, gazing up into his hazel eyes, ones I've grown to love and care about. They sparkled differently then Jacks, they sparkled at me. I could see his trust behind his chestnut orbs. 

"Of course." He replied, walking out the bedroom and picking up his keys and jacket. "Let's go." He said, interwining our hands and walking out the apartment to the lift. I stare up at him while he stares impatiently at the lift doors. 

His jawline has began to grow a stubble, his hair was styled back into a messy quiff. His leather jacket suited his posture completely, and his black jeans. No-one could wear black jeans as good as Alfie, as if they've been made for him. 

We walked out the elevator and onto the road where Alfie's car was parked. He clicked it open with his keys and got in, I sat in the passanger seat and strapped myself in. He started the car and drove down the road. 

His fingers came onto my leg and gave me a reassuring squeeze. "Are you okay?" He asked, rubbing smooth lines on my leg. 

"I'm fine, just relaxing I guess."

"Are you ready to tell me?"

I took a deep breath before looking up at him. "Yeah, yeah I am."

a.n: sorry for not updating in like 2 weeks! I've been in such a down mood this past week and I'm trying to get myself back on track. I really do enjoy writing this story and I hope you enjoy reading it! But I'm sorry for this massive break, i hope you understand :)

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