{ Miles' P.O.V. }

The football match ended and Liverpool won, 4-3.

 We barely pulled but we did it and that's what mattered. It made me proud to be from Liverpool.

 I looked to my left to see that Al was asleep, his head leant back against the couch.

I ran my thumb across his hand, which was grasping onto my own.

I smiled as I looked at his peaceful face. I leant forward and placed a soft kiss on the side of his neck. I stayed there for a second, then placed one more kiss on his collarbone.

I backed up and smiled at him again, feeling a little daring.

 I kissed the side of his jaw gently, and retreated. His mouth twitched into a smile and I felt a slight sense of worry come over me.

 Was he still awake?

 When he didn't move, I knew that he was asleep.

I felt a sense of Deja Vu.

I smiled and snuggled into him closing my eyes as well.

 I fell asleep clinging to him.

-

It'd been a few days and we were doing our second show of the tour.

 Alex came up to me before we went on stage.

 He'd been completely on edge the past few days and he jumped at even the sound of my voice.

"Mi um...can you just l-like not grab at me during the show?" He asked softly.

I frowned, "I guess." I murmured worriedly.

He nodded and walked away from me going on stage in front of me.

As we performed, we were doing really well, like I always thought that we were. I got a little carried away during one of the songs though, and completely forgot Al's request from before the show. I reached forward to grab his hand while I was singing, and he quickly pulled it away, backing up into a defensive stance and giving me this face that could kill.

He looked angry.

I tried to push it off, pointing at him instead, and he soon went back to playing guitar. I was on the floor next to him by then, and instead of grabbing onto him anyways, I pointed at him and looked towards the crowd while smiling, as if I were amazed by the man before me; which I was.

He hardly interacted with me through out the show, and even when we went to play "Standing Next To Me" he stayed at his own microphone, which, actually really hurt my feelings.

We finished the show and walked offstage.

"Let's go to the bar, yeah? " Alex mumbled, "I need ta' pick up a bird."

A spike of anger shot through me but I pushed it down and mumbled a half hearted 'yes'. We got a taxi and were soon off to a random bar.

" 'Ave you got a cig?" I said softly.

Alex handed me his pack and chuckled, "Can't wait till we get there, love?"

His words cut through me like a knife.

I didn't reply to him, I just took the pack and grabbed one, placing it in my mouth.

I practically shoved the pack back at him, not even bothering to look at him or "touch him".

With permission from the cabby , I lit my cig, rolling down the window so I could blow smoke out.

I knew that I was getting angry, and I'd probably end up being childish, but I didn't care. I finally turned my head somewhat back and saw Alex glaring at me. I looked at him before looking away and blowing out more smoke.

"The fuck is wrong with yer?" His tone was rough and it scared me for a second.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" I defended, looking at him for only a second.

Before I knew it we were there and I tossed money at the cabby, getting out as quickly as possible.

"What tha hell, Mi?! " Alex yelled once we were outside.

"Let's just get our fucking birds and leave, okay?!" I screamed back.

He seemed so taken aback by my screaming voice but I didn't care. I was beyond angry. I was enraged. We went inside the bar and almost instantly a girl was on Al. It made me sick.

I saw a girl sitting alone by the bar and I went to her. She smiled as I sat beside her and ordered a drink. I saw her nervously playing with her hair as if mentally preparing herself.

"Hello, love." she murmured with a subtle smirk.

It wasn't long before the bird in front of me was with me on the dance floor, grinding

up to me. I really wasn't that turned on, though the friction was nice.

I kept staring at Al and his bird.

He was kissing and biting her neck as she worked herself on him. Maybe I should step it up a notch, incase he looks. I grabbed the girls waist, pressing it further into my own as I began biting at her neck.

She laughed as she craned her head to the side, giving me better access. I looked out the corner of my eye at Al, and he was staring at me. I brought one hand around her stomach, slowly tracing it up and almost groping her boob. Almost.

I stopped but was surprised when she grabbed my hand and placed it on her boob for me.

 What was I getting in to?

I squeezed her boob somewhat reluctantly and kissed her neck harshly biting at her skin leaving dark hickeys.

 She giggled and murmured something in my ear.

 Before I knew it we were out of the bar leaving Alex and his whore behind.

-

I woke up the next morning in a random hotel.

"Where tha' hell?" I sat up.

No one else was here. Guess whoever I got last night left early.

 Hmph.

 I stood, pulling on clothes and grabbing my stuff. I grabbed my phone seeing twenty missed calls from Alex and even a few texts.

What the fuck?

 He never uses his phone EVER.

I was still angry at him, but he would never do this unless something bad happened. I didn't know where I was, but I found my clothing and got dressed. I pressed call on Al's name and he answered almost immedietly.

"Where the fuck are you?!" He screamed into the phone.

I flinched bringing the phone away from my head.

"I'm at some hotel." I responded.

"What fucking hotel?" He growled.

"Uh," I looked to my left at the night table and saw a notepad that said 'The Maze' in fancy font.

I let out a "Hm...". That's an interesting name with an interesting meaning.

"The Maze." I responded.

"Fuck..." I heard him mumble. "I'm in the same hotel, what number room have you got?"

His accent was thick as he rushed his speech.

"Eh," I got up and jogged to the door, opening it and glancing at the number. "114"

"I'm coming over. Stay where you are." he growled into the phone.

The line went dead and I sighed leaving the door open and going back on the bed. Everything was messy and I felt like a complete mess. Did that girl drug me or something because I am so fucking tired.

I heard rushed footsteps and I looked up to be met with Alex's anxious eyes. He stormed towards me and he looked about ready to punch me. I jumped up quickly actually afraid of him.

"Miles, don't make me fuckin chase you down."

He was seething, and I was petrified to say the least.

 I'd never seen Al this angry.

I backed up more, almost by the balconey door swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Miles Kane." He took a step forward, I took a step back.

"You fucking prick!" He screamed running at me.

I panicked and ran to the wall, moving to the side as he launched at me. I jumped over the corner of the bed, running behind a chair, he ran at me, pushing the chair aside. I ran for the door but I wasn't quick enough. He grabbed my arm, yanking me around.

He shoved me to the wall, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pressing himself against me. His muscles were large in their strain, his eyes were tired and filled with rage, and he was fuming. Quick but deep breathes escaped his mouth and nose.

By this time little whimpers were escaping my slightly open lips. Fear coursed through me at the thought of him hitting me.

"A-Al why-" I couldn't even get half of my sentence out before he was screaming at me again.

"Why'd you have ta' fuckin' grope her in fuckin' front a me while biting 'er fuckin' neck!!!!" he screamed.

Confusion washed over me and I let out another whimper.

"What are you talking about? The girl? Why the fuck do you care what I do with a fucking girl when you never cared before?! Why is it your fucking concern when you do that to me every. single. time we go out to a bar?!" I screamed back, my anger getting the best of me.

He ignored my question.

"What the hell are you getting at?! Are you trying to get at me?! Making her laugh and giggle?! Huh?!" He screamed and slammed me against the wall slightly.

"What?" I asked, frustrated and confused.

"Are you trying to make me fuckin' jealous?!" He shouted.

My facial expression dropped.

 Did he know?

Was I that easy to figure out?

"You know what, yes!" I screamed in rage.

 "I am trying to make you fucking jealous!" My voice was so loud that it hurt.

I don't know how he was so close to me.

"Why?!" He screamed, his fists so tight that he was shaking.

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" I screamed.

He went very still and his eyes went big.

His anger seemed to diminish and it was replaced with shock.

Great.

I've just confessed my love to him.

He let go of me.

"Y-y-...You do?" He asked quietly.