Alex sobbed into my neck for a few minutes, gripping onto me for dear life.

After a while, he pulled back, wiping his face ferociously, only to have continuous tears streaming.

"No," he shook his head.

"No, you can't forgive me that easily." He said.

"Yes I can." I choke out, my throat dry.

"It..." I paused, attempting to swallow.

Alex grabbed the glass beside the bed, holding it up to my lips and allowing me a few small sips of water.

"Thank you," I said, he nodded quickly. "It will always hurt me, but you'll never be unforgivable."

He closed his eyes and his lip quivered as he looked down.

I reached up and wiped at his cheek.

"Why are you crying? You don't need to, it'll be okay." I said.

He shook his head.

"Look at this, I'm crying and you're telling me that It's okay, and you're the one in the hospital bed." He said, sounding broken.

"Look at me," I said.

He didn't look up.

"Hey," I said, gripping his arm as best I could.

He looked into my eyes.

Seeing his pain made my eyes begin to form tears of their own.

"Please, stop crying." I said, my tired voice shaking.

"Can you just be honest with me?" He asks.

I nod.

He takes a moment before he finally speaks.

"Did I put you here?" He asks.

"No, I put myself here." I said.

"Sarah..."

"What?"

He looked down.

"Was I the reason that you drank so much that it gave you Fucking alcohol poisoning?" He asks.

"I don't want you to feel responsible -"

"Answer the question."

When I just stared at him, he sighed.

"It's my fault."

"Alex,"

"No. It's my fault. I hurt you, Fuck, Sarah, I never wanted to... Well... I just..." He stopped and took his face in his hands.

My head was aching.

"My head hurts..." I commented, abscentmindedly.

He sniffled and brought a hand up to my head, rubbing it gently.

"I've fucked you over so much." He said, thoughtfully.

"I don't care, I just want to know why." I replied.

I figured that my feelings were obvious already.

"Maybe I should be honest..." He said, wiping his face and sniffing.

He stared at me for a moment.

"God, Sarah, I'm so fucking sorry." He said, leaning forward and hugging me.

"Do you remember the day I got drunk, and I told you that I was scared?" He asked.

"Yeah."

He held onto me tighter for a moment.

Then he backed up, placing his forehead against my own.

He kept his hand on my cheek, and I could feel his breath fan my face.

"I was scared because I like you. I love you, even. I was horrified because it caught up to me, and I wanted to be near you." He admit.

"That's why I went to Arielle throughout the tour. And even when we came back. I went to her because she was a distraction. She was a distraction from you, and I needed that because I was afraid to like you." He said.

I closed my eyes and leant my forehead into his.

He sniffled.

"Sarah..." He said.

"I..."

"Fuck." He cursed, and in that instant, his lips pressed to mine.

I felt like my lips were on fire.

He was kissing me.

This kiss was different.

He was sober, he was sorry, he was so... So... I couldn't describe it.

His lips moved slow against my own and I kissed back, happily.

When he parted, he looked into my eyes.

"Sarah, I love you, and I can't do this to you anymore. Look what I've driven you to." He said.

"Alexander, I've always loved you." I said, laughing a bit.

"I know... That's what made it difficult."

"What?"

"It was difficult to push away my feelings when I knew that you liked me, and we could be happy. I'm a real Fuckin' git." He said.

"No you're not..." I laughed.

Soon, a woman came in the room and checked my vitals.

It was a blur as she spoke.

I was still quite tired.

Alex sat on the bed, holding my hand.

"Nick is probably on his way." Alex finally spoke up.

I nod.

"Are you alright?" He asks.

I stared at the bed for a while.

"I guess... I just... Feel bad." I finally said.

"Emotionally or physically?" He asked.

"Both." I replied.

"I worried the hell out of everyone, especially Matty..." I said, looking down.

"Hey, don't worry..." Alex said, lifting my chin.

"He's a good guy. I'm sure he was worried but... He... Fuck I don't know where I was going with that." Alex said, and this caused me to laugh.

Alex smiled in response.

"I love your laugh, you know." He said.

I felt a gear rising to my cheeks.

"I'm in a hospital bed and you're flirting with me." I teased.

"Can't 'elp meself." He replied, shrugging and smiling.

I couldn't help but let another laugh out.

It had quieted down a bit.

"Alex?" I ask.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"What song were you playing, then when I woke up?"

"Oh, uh..." He scratched his neck.

"It's called Hiding Tonight... I uh... I wrote it." He said.

"It's beautiful. You'll have to play me the whole thing some time." I replied, thoughtfully.

He smiled and looked down.

"Thank you. Uh... It's about you." He said quickly.

"W-What?" I asked.

He gulped.

"It's about you. I wrote it a while back, sort of, when... well... I knew I liked you when I met you... But some time after, I wrote it and Uhm ... Remember... When, I was going to teach you guitar? I was going to teach you that song, and I... That's why I never showed up, I was distracting myself with... Her... And I knew also that... If I taught you to play it and sing it you'd ask what it meant, and I would have broke and told you it was about you... And I'm talking a lot , aren't I?" He asked.

I smiled.

"I don't mind. I feel honored."

He smiled at me, then I saw a rushed head of brown curls and worried blue eyes rushing past the window and to the Door.

It opened and I met the eyes of my brother.

He looked somewhat relieved.

"Don't ever do that again!" He shouted, and Alex backed up as Nick ran to me and hugged me.

I closed my eyes and hugged him back.

He put his hands on either of my shoulders, and he backed up, looking into my eyes.

"Promise me that you'll never do this again, Sarah." He said.

"I promise." I said, and he hugged me again.

"I love you, pip."

"I love you, too, Nick."

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A/N:

This sucked, and it was anticlimactic and I'm sorry, but I love all of you xx