The day had gone by in a flash.

When Alex had left me there I nearly broke down in tears.

Well, I had.

I stood there, watching the direction that he had walked off in as a few tears rolled down my cheek.

I wiped my face quickly and thought that maybe something really important came up.

It didn't work.

Now it was the next day, and I was in my bedroom, laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling.

I had my guitar ready to go.

Alex should be here in an hour.

The hour came and went.

Two hours.

Perhaps he is busy...

Three hours...

Maybe he forgot.

Four hours...

One tear.

Five hours...

Sobbing.

Six hours...

He's not coming.

Long story short, he didnt show up.

My mind raced with possibilities.

Why was he doing this to me?

I didn't know how to feel.

We made a deal. We made plans.

He bailed on me.

I laid here, waiting for him for hours.

I haven't even heard a word from him.

My curiosity got the best of me, and I shot him off a text as I wiped my tears away.

Why was I crying?

Where were you?

I sent.

I waited an hour. No response.

I stared at his contact in my phone.

I stared at his smiling face as the icon.

I pressed call, and held the phone to my ear.

He picked up after letting it ring for a bit.

"Hello?" His deep, raspy voice rang out. It sounded slurry.

Now that I had him on the phone, I didn't know what to say.

"Hi..."

"What's up?"

"Anything that isn't down..."

"What?"

"Nothin."

There was a bit of silence, and then I heard it.

Oh, I heard it.

A sickeningly sweet voice. "Alex, baby, just hang up."

"Sarah, I have to g-"

"Where were you." I said.

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

"I thought you were going to teach me some guitar, Turner."

Another moment of silence.

"Oh shit, Sarah, I forg-"

I hung up.

I tossed my phone to the side, clutching my pillow to my chest.

I felt horrible.

Ive been patient, haven't I?

I have a right to be upset, don't I?

I don't know...

I just don't know.

I burried my face in the pillow, and let out soft sobs.

This wasn't right.

It wasn't him.

I've known him for years.

He doesn't usually forget things.

Especially when they...

When the plan had been made so soon...

I briefly wondered if he didn't like me.

But, if he didn't, why did he ...

Why did he kiss my temple?

Why would he stay up with me for hours?

Why would be trust me?

I was so confused.

It couldn't have been that.

Maybe I'm reading too much into it.

Maybe I'm jealous.

Maybe I need to get over it.

With that thought, I laid down, and let myself fall into a restless sleep.

~2 weeks later~

No one had heard from Alex.

I was currently on my way to Libertine.

I was meeting Matty and George. Matty wanted me to meet George.

As I walked along the grass, I spotted Matty, and saw him and George sitting down at a bench.

I paused by a tree as I approached them.

I watched them and Matty smiles, looking down.

George grabbed his hand.

Matty leant up and kissed George quickly before turning away.

George smiled like a goof, and he pulled Matty into his side.

I let a smile display itself on my face for the First time in two weeks, and I approached them.

"Matty!" I cheered.

"Sarah!" He said back, getting up and giving me a hug.

"Still just as gorgeous as the last time I saw you. This is George." He introduced me and I found out that George not only lived with Matty, he was the drummer in their band.

We sat and chatted for hours about The 1975, which is what they were called.

Matty sang and played guitar, and George did drums and back up vocals.

We were having amazing and deep conversational, getting to know each other pretty well.

I was laughing until I lookes up, my laughter dying and immediately becoming a serious look.

My eyes followed his figure.

He was dressed darkly, his figure stumbling about.

The brown bag in his hand was weighing him down.

His messy quiff was all over the place.

"Sarah!" Matty shouted.

"I'm sorry, I have to... I... Alex," I said, pointing to the place I saw him go behind.

Matty looked over to where Alex was and sighed.

"Go after him."

I nodded, gulping.

"You can fill George in, if youd like." I said.

Matty nodded.

I ran in the direction he took.

I don't think I'd ever ran so fast in my life.

I ran past bushes and trees.

"Where has he gone?" I hissed, panting.

The pond. My brain screamed, and I immediately ran down the path to it.

When I arrived, the sight I found was sickening.

Alex was on his hands and knees.

He was vomiting all over the ground.

An ungodly amount of bile and liquid poured It's way out his mouth.

"Alex," I felt my eyes well.

I ran over to him, he seemingly had finished.

He took another swift of the bottle in his hand, and wiped his mouth.

I pulled him away from the sick on the floor as tears rolled down my cheeks.

He finally looked up at me.

"Why you cryin, love?" He asked.

I didn't know what to say.

The bags under his eyes were deep purple, and a bruise was apperant on his jaw on the right side.

His eyes were blood shot and he looked like absolute hell.

"No, no..." I mumbled over and over, running my hand through his hair.

"No!" I tried to shout, though it came out weak.

I grabbed the bottle that he was attempting to drink from and I threw it behind me.

"Wha' was Tha' fer?" He slurred.

"Alex," I sobbed.

I wrapped my arms around him.

"What happened to you?" I rocked him back and forth as he weakly hugged me back.

"You smell good..." He murmured.

I pulled out my phone.

"Hello?"

"Nick? I-I need you at Libertine, now."

"What's happened? Are you okay?"

"It's Alex."