Alfie's POV
I'd forgotten why Zoe was coming round. Oh well, whatever the reason was was an excuse to see her. Just then, I heard the bell so I buzzed Zoe, well I assumed it was Zoe, in. And there she was: stunning in her on point outfit, hair and makeup.
"Hi, how's the leg?" she asked.
"Fine. Well I can't walk properly or anything, but I did always want to be a pirate."
"Look on the bright side I guess, childhood dreams do come true, peg-leg Alfie."
"Shut it you," I smirked and gave her a nudge, "anyway can I get you anything. Well by anything I mean a can of coke."
"Oh Alfie Deyes you are unhealthy. But you sure do know how to please me."
"One coke coming right up then, just leave your shoes on, the place is a tip anyway."
I figured I should beautify her coke a bit, prove I was making an effort. So I poured it into a wine glass and added a few ice cubes, a straw and a slice of lemon, before heading (very slowly) to the sofa.
"There you are madam," I said as I handed over the drink.
We rested on the sofa for a bit. And guess what, we actually spoke, like proper conversations.
Zoe's POV
I sipped my coke as we spoke. He was gorgeous and I couldn't help but edge closer to him. His sofa wasn't exactly big so I could soon feel his warm breath against my skin. It was such a delicate moment and basically the first step to a happy relationship, and I wouldn't have changed my position on that sofa at that moment for the world.
I looked at Alfie's destroyed leg. Guilt welled up inside me as a stared at the ugly cast that hid it. Everyone was reassuring me, saying it wasn't my fault, but I couldn't bring myself to believe them.
I placed a kiss on his cheek, well more of a peck really, just to say 'I'm here Alfie'. At first I thought he hadn't realised, I mean it was so light that'd be understandable, but soon enough he wrapped his arms around me. I wanted this to be late in the evening, so I could stay all cuddled up here with a boy I'd known only for a week or two until the early hours. But it was the early afternoon in mid-December.
I did not want to part from Alfie, and to ensure I didn't I asked a question I never thought I'd have the courage to ask.
"So is it real then?"
"What?"
"Zalfie. Us."
"Well if you say so, then I'd be quite happy to say we were real."
"Really?"
"Really."
I was so happy I could cry.
