#ahhh !!!!!!! another fic off the checklist 💕

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hey!! if you need requests i have a cute concept that i was thinking of! so basically, reader is touring with the band in 2006 and is really overwhelmed about everything, the fame, being away from home, etc. and breaks down in their hotel room when alex comes in and comforts them, kissing them on the forehead which causes the reader to lean up and kiss him on the lips instead AAAHFHRJ IDK just an idea!!

you’ve got the face on

wpsia!alex x gn!reader

warnings: reader gets overwhelmed and cries a little but that’s about it - the rest is fluff

AHDJSHDJFJ i am SO soft for 2005/2006 al like .. ???!!?!!? thank u for the request sorry it took so long, i hope u like it <33

you didn’t know when you got back to your hotel room, but you were just glad that you were. you curled up on the bed you shared with alex, ugly crying with your face hidden in your hands.

today was supposed to be good. but it wasn’t.

the boys had an interview, and that was it. yous were supposed to be free for the rest of the day, but here you were, curled up in your hotel room, alex still in the lobby with the others.

the interview itself went great – the interviewer was respectful, funny, and witty, which was amazing (and rare). you even laughed a few times during their interview. your whole day was only ruined after you left to buy yourself some food.

there were quite a lot of people outside; passers-by, fans, and paparazzi. of course, only the passers-by and some fans didn’t disrespect your personal space. the rest felt like they were going up to your face, taking pictures, some even with their flash on.

when you got to a fast food restaurant, you quickly ordered and got your food so you could go back to the interview place. while you walked back, you walked past a restaurant with a family that was quite like your own back home. it’d been a few months since you left to go with the band for their tour... you missed your family, your home.

everything was setting you off. you were almost in tears by the time you got back. the interview had been over for a few minutes by then, so the boys were getting ready to leave. you arrived at the hotel lobby a little later, then you ran up to your hotel room.

which brings us back to the present.

you were still quietly sniffling, trying not to be too loud with your sobs so as not to disturb the other guests.

you heard the door unlock and footsteps walking to the bed. the bed sank where alex sat, his hands awkwardly smoothing the sheets.

“hey, you alright?”

you looked up at him through your tears, the pillow still covering the rest of your face, your body hidden under the covers. you sniffled again and shook your head, no.

he laid beside you, running his hand up and down your side. “you can talk to me about it, y’know. i mean, if you want to...”

you softly smiled before it melted back into a wobbly frown, tears rolling down your cheeks before you buried your face in the pillow again. “i’m sorry,” you whispered, the pillow muffling your voice.

he pulled you closer, your chest against his as he wrapped his arms around you. “sorry for what, love?”

“dunno… today was supposed to be good for you guys but i feel like i ruined it.”

“pshhh, none o’ that! you didn’t ruin nothin’, love, please don’t worry about it, alright?” you felt his thumb softly stroking the back of your head, trying to comfort you. “you didn’t ruin anything, swear on me life.” he held up a hand as though he was taking a pledge. okay, maybe you laughed a bit at that.

you both lay in comforting silence, only the sound of quiet breathing disturbing it.

you turned your head up to kiss his cheek. at the same time, he tilted his head down to kiss your forehead — your lips accidentally meeting in the middle, your eyes smiling at each other.

you pulled away and hid your face on the side of his neck, playing with his hair as he played with yours. you felt him quietly kiss the top of your head.

“thank you, al,” you mumbled into his skin.

he leaned back to see your face. “for what?”

“for making me feel better.”

he kissed your forehead, mumbling something about taking care of you and not to worry about it.

“i’ll go run us a bath, love. be right back,” he stood up to leave, but you gently grabbed his wrist.

“bathe with me, please?”

“of course, that’s why i said i’d run us a bath, innit?” he grinned as he kissed your cheek.