I woke up around two hours later.

It took me a moment to remember where I was.

His arm was wrapped around me, and his face was burried in my neck.

His hot breath fanned my neck.

This was amazing.

I wanted to wake up like this always.

I just closed my eyes again, relaxing in his warmth.

He was still asleep, and from what I could see of him without moving too much and waking him, he was beautiful.

He was peaceful.

He didn't seem worried, or stressed.

He wasn't fiddling about with anything.

He didn't have any type of secretive or distant look.

He was simply, Alex.

But to me, he was so much more than that.

His phone went off again, causing him to stir.

No! I thought.

This was going so well.

His lips brushed against my neck, and I froze.

I don't know if he meant to do that.

I don't think that he did, but oh my god.

Oh

My

God.

He brought his arm back to himself and he rubbed his eyes, trying to open them.

When be succeeded, he gazed over at me, then his phone.

He reached over to me and grabbed it, answering it without even looking.

"Hello?"

His face went blank again.

He then hung up.

"Wrong number." He mumbled, laying back down.

His face went back into my neck.

"You're too far away." He murmured.

He sounded a bit struggled.

Like, he was trying to push off something.

Who the hell was calling him?

Who was he always on the phone with?

He wrapped his arm around me again and quite literally pulled me closer to him, so that our bodies were pressed against one another.

I felt my heart beat speed up and I prayed that he didn't set his head on my chest because he would hear it and I would die.

"How's your head?" I murmured softly to him.

"It's better... Hurts a bit, still." He replied.

"Mm..." I hummed.

"It's been two hours more." I stated.

"Should we get back to the other room? I'll probably just fall asleep on you again. You're so soft." He said, parting from me.

"We don't have to, but we can if you'd like."

He stared at me for a moment.

"We should. I don't want anyone to think that I've kid Napped you." His deep chuckle rang out.

I let out a laugh, that came out as unintentionally sad.

"What's wrong?" He asked suddenly.

Oh, no.

No, no.

If I couldn't know what was going on with him completely, I wasn't going to share the things that played on my mind.

Especially when those things pretty much all involved him.

I sat up.

"Nothing." I said.

"Sarah," he warned.

"Alex," I said in the same tone back.

"Nothing is wrong."

He didn't believe me.

"I'm alright. I promise." I said.

When he didn't move, I stood up and stretched.

"Let's go then." I said.

I walked towards the door.

He was slow to follow me.

When we made it back into our room, I laid on the floor infront of the couch, at an angle in which I could see the television, but not before I ruffled the unmoved Van's hair.

Nick still had the eye cover on, and Matt and Jamie were still on the bed, but they were snoring lightly.

I think Nick was asleep too.

Van was staring at the wall still.

Alex sniffed and came by me.

I was laying on my stomach, with my head resting on my arms.

He laid down, resting his head on my back.

He interlocked his fingers and he placed them on his stomach.

He crossed his legs and laid there.

He had slipped on his aviators once again.

~~~

The rest of the day was spent resting up until the show.

We had even ordered room service.

Finally the show came around, and went, and so on.

The day seemed to move quickly, and all day the same questions rang through my mind.

Who was Alex talking to?

Who was he texting?

Why was he so handsome?

Why was he an enigma?

To be honest, he sort of lacked emotion, but showed every bit of it when it came to performing. Even then he was rather stone.

It was almost as if the words in the songs themselves held all of the emotion, but if he were singing or speaking, that emotion was abscent.

Though, it wasnt really abscent at all.

It was hidden.

It was masked by a shell. I never truly knew what he felt or when he felt it unless he expressed it to me, or any of us.

Sometimes his actions would give away his feelings, but other times it didn't.

He was confusing.

He was rather good at hiding.

I was sitting on the couch in the green room as I waited for the boys to finish changing.

Van was in the room with me, though I was lost in my own world.

"Cocoon." He said.

"Huh?" I said, turning towards him.

"That's a good song name, yeah?" He asked. "Cocoon?"

"Cocoon," I repeated. "Yes, I think so."

He nodded and started humming a tune.

I just sat there, staring off at the wall.

I felt a bit sad, but not.

It was an unusual, empty feeling.

I made a note to hug Nick when he came out.

I think I just needed my brother for a bit.

With the girls here I hadn't seen much of the boys before.

Besides Alex, or Matt, but that was a bit different.

Alex was the love of my life, and Matt was sort of like a brother.

But Nick was my real brother.

He was my rock.

It was amongst these thoughts that I heard the boys enter the room.

"Nick," I called out as he walked past the couch.

He turned around and raised his eyebrows at me, a slightly pleasant look on his face.

"Yeah?"

I raised my arms.

He automatically knew what this meant, walking over as I stood up.

He engulfed me in his arms and I felt better already.

I closed my eyes as I hugged him tightly.

"You alright, pip?" He askrd, chuckling.

I nodded.

He chuckled again and placed a kiss on top of my head.

"I love you, pip."

"I love you too, Nick."