I didn't see Alex for another few weeks. I thought everything was fine, that maybe I wouldn't have to explain my drawing to him. How wrong I was.

I woke up around 12pm to a knocking on my door. I was October 28th, a mere two weeks after my encounter with Al at the nightclub.

The knocking became persistent so I finally got up, pulling boxers over my naked body and stumbling to the front door. I opened the door to reveal an awkward and determined looking Alex.

I almost slammed the door in his face.

Almost.

I went to slam the door but he shoved his boot clad foot in the door frame in a rather rude way and pushed himself inside.

I shook my head and pointed at the door.

" Sorry I don't speak Insecurity. " he said with a roll of his eyes.

That doesn't even make sense you fucking twat, I thought to myself.

I refused to speak to this man. I shoved past him harshly and went into my kitchen, turning the kettle on with the flick of a switch.

" Nice arse " he said, blatantly staring at me as he walked past and took a seat at one of my bar stools.

My cheeks flushed red with what I told myself was anger though I knew it was from the compliment, that is if you could even call it a compliment. I grumbled under my breath about him being an impudent twat while he flicked through one of my many sketch books and picked up random objects hidden throughout my counter space.

" So are you gonna tell me about the drawing...drawings now is what it looks like considering this sketchbook is nothing but drawings of me, " he said, his tone almost soft.

I didn't say a word. I just continued to watch my kettle waiting for it to boil. I grabbed some items from my fridge and began to make myself food. I took out a knife and began cutting some vegetables to put in an omelet.

" Is this pot? " he asked, picking up a small container.

I still didn't speak.

" Man you're in worse shape then I thought. "

My teeth clenched and I began to cut the veggies in a more haphazard manner. The sound of the kettle boiling began but I didn't bother to turn around and switch it off.

" Why won't you talk to me? " he asked angrily.

My hands began to shake as I practically slammed the knife down on the food items.

" Row.. " my hand slipped and I cit my finger.

I hissed and let out a small whimper. Alex froze, watching me put a towel to my finger and squeeze it to stop the bleeding.

" R-Row... " he whimpered out.

" What Alexander?! " I finally yelled, exasperated from trying to ignore him.

I looked up at the man and saw tears on his cheeks. His body was shaking and his hands were desperately tugging at a pen.

I almost forgot how sensitive Alex was to pain.

" I'm fine you egg calm down, " I murmured softly.

Al simply nodded and looked down, trying to avoid my gaze all together. I sighed and continued making food. Once I was done I placed the food in front of Al along with a cuppa.

He looked up at me surprised and gave me a look as if asking if he could eat it. I nodded and got myself a cuppa, also grabbing a piece of bread and slathering some jam on it in a hasty manner.

Al watched me curiously as I ate unethusiastically. He ate the food, enjoying every bite. His soft eyes did little to disarm my cautious attitude as he gave me a questioning look and began to talk.

" So...are you gonna talk to me or ignore..." he asked.

" Why would I want to talk to you when you left me on your porch step.. " I replied harshly.

For not talking anymore I sure spoke a lot to Alex.

" Would you please allow me explain why I broke up with you? " Al sighed out.

I didn't reply for a moment, instead I stared at my hands, picking at the small cuts on my fingers.

" Arrow... "

I flinched and sighed, " Fine explain... "

" I didn't think you wanted me... " I was about to cut him off but he continued, " listen... "

I nodded and watched the shaking man.

" I was extremely depressed and terrified of being gay...I was scared of being out when my career seemed to push the ' date a bird while also having five other birds hang off you ' stereotype...I wad scared that you would leave me if my manager forced me to get a fake girlfriend...that's about it besides the depression thing but I'd rather not get into that... "

" Bullshit, " I said instantly.

" W-What? " he stuttered out, looking lost.

" That's utter bullshit Al...I was in love with you! I would've done anything for you!! And you trampled my heart like I never mattered. " I whimpered out.

My vision began to go blurry as I stood up and ran to the restroom. I felt like I was gonna be sick. I slammed the door shut and locked it right before a very persistent Turner could get to me.

I let loose, sobbing carelessly and ignoring Al's yells of worry. I held my head and sobbed. The voice in my head kept trying to argue at me to believe him, to let him in.

" Row, love please! " Al called out.

My sobs calmed down to quiet tears and I unlocked the door. It opened within seconds and a frantic looking Alex burst in.

" Please Row you hafta believe me " he whimpered out.

He looked broken enough that if you put our hearts next to each other you wouldn't be able to tell who's heart was broken more.

I lifted my arms and Al picked me up, holding me to his chest where I sobbed and shook. I eventually felt us fall down into a mattress as I continued to cry. Al sung soothingly in my ear.

" Can we be friends again? " he asked, innocence gleaming in his features.

" Y-Yes.." I murmured under my breath.

That exchange alone seemed to lift a huge weight off my chest and everything seemed to be getting better...

But then reality came into check.

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Oooooo cliffhanger whoops. I hope you guys enjoyed that! Sorry for taking so long to update but ya know school and all the jazz. Love you all!!

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