9th December
Title: 9th December
Pairing: Alex/Andrew
Summary: Alex remembers everything about that night...
Rating: Teen
A/N: True Story (I'm Alex) Meant to be posted ages ago but hehe gotsadistracted xx
9th December
Alex remembers everything about that night. Hell; he pretty much remembers everything about that day. Waking up to go shopping with his family, constantly excited about what was going to happen that night. Getting ready hours before he probably should have. Listening to the Lostprophets CD over and over driving his family crazy. Texting Andrew about how excited he was, getting replies on how excited he was back too. He remembers how nervous he was when he walked to the bus station to meet him. He remembers the way his breath caught in his throat when he saw his boyfriend of two weeks standing against the wall. Tight black trousers hugging his legs, and a grey shirt. The amazing smile he wore that made Alex's knees go weak. He remembers the awkwardness of their first meeting. Both unsure of whether to hug or not. Alex hugged him though. It had been a whole twelve hours since he had last seen him and wanted a hug. Alex remembers the way they walked back to his house to drop off Andrew's clothes, how they spoke like nothing else could burst their bubble. The night was there's and no one could ruin it. Alex remembers the way Andrew had squealed when Alex's dog had jumped up on him. The way that Andrew had grabbed hold of Alex, the way that his body made his body feel as though it was on fire. He remembers Andrew giggling about the posters on his wall, and the way he blushed about everything. He groaned when he remembered his mom being very mom like telling him not to drink. It wasn't as if they were old enough to even be served. He remembered walking to the theatre, excitement building in them both as they sung 'Last Train Home' at the top of their lungs as they walked down the busy high street. He remembered the old lady who told them both to shut up and then remember laughing till they cried.
He remembered being cold in the line. He remembered Andrew rubbing his hands up and down his back. He remembered getting into the theatre and grinning like kids on Christmas when they found their seats. He remembers talking through the support act because they were complete rubbish. He remembers being told that they were in the wrong seats. He remembers moving to even better seats and grinning like crazy. He remembers the screams that erupted in the small theatre as the lights went out. He remembers Andrew grabbing his hand and squeezing it tight when Ian Watkins jumped onto the stage. He remembers jumping, screaming, singing. He remembers the way Andrew took his hand as their song came on. He remembers having tears in his eyes as they sung it. He remembers being completely exhausted when the Lostprophets concert finished.
He remembers the cold that hit them on the way out. Neither of them were wearing warm jackets. He remembered the way his and fit in Andrew's as they walked home. He remembers creeping into his bedroom as to not wake up the rest of the family. He remembers the grin on Andrew's face when he spotted the Birthday cake on the bed. He remembers the way Andrew had hugged him tight. Andrew had never had Birthday cake before. He remembers how they both laughed when Andrew decided he didn't like Birthday cake. He remembers the way they had changed in separate rooms both a little embarrassed. He remembers grinning at Andrew's striped pyjama bottoms. He remembers the way they were lying on his bed listening to music in the background as they spoke about the concert. He remembers his mom coming in telling them to be quiet. He remembers Andrew being bashful and then giggled once the door closed.
He remembers them talking way into the early hours of the morning. He remembers them both being too hyper on coke. He remembers them grabbing some paper and writing random messages to each other so they weren't loud. Though they're giggles were certainly loud. He remembers lying in bed with him. The blow up mattress was on the floor. Neither wanted to sleep on it and neither minded sharing the bed.
Alex remembers the way he had stared at Andrew's lips wanting the courage to move in. He remembers the way Andrew had held him close. He remembers grabbing the paper. He remembers writing something and hiding it. He remembers Andrew frowning and grabbing the paper from him. He remembers and swears he can still feel the blush on his cheeks when Andrew read what he wrote. He remembers the butterflies flying to bats when Andrew handed him the paper back. He remembers smiling when he read 'Want to too' under his scribble of 'I want to kiss you'.
He remembers the way everything seemed to go quiet as they both stared at each other. It was their first kiss, as a couple; and in their lives and nerves were swarming. Alex remembered nervously moving in, he remembers meeting Andrew halfway and he remembers the way their lips tentatively met. He remembers time freezing around them. He remembers the kiss being awkward at first, but then he remembers the pure love he felt. He remembers blushing more as he pulled away. He remembers feeling tired and Andrew move closer. He remembers how soft Andrew's voice was when he told him he had had a great birthday. He remembers smiling and pecking a kiss against his cheek before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
“Alex!” Jason called as he jumped on his bed. Alex made a 'huff' sound as he turned his head and looked at his best friend. “You got your heads in the cloud.”
“In a memory actually.” Alex shrugs.
“Want to talk about it?” Jason asks leaning against his friend. Alex shakes his head. “Hey, are we doing anything for Andrew's birthday?”
“No.” Alex sighs.
“Why?” Jason asks.
“He doesn't celebrate them any more.” Alex mumbles.
“Oh? Why?”
“No idea.” Alex lied.
“Kay. Well I'm going to make some lunch, you coming?”
“No. Not hungry.” Alex says. Jason frowns. Alex has been hiding in his room all morning. Jason walks out and Alex grabs a book from under his bed. He runs his thumb over the ticket and sighed. Andrew didn't celebrate his birthday for the same reason Alex hated this day. No day could ever compete with it. They both agreed that that day had been the best night of their lives. Every time the day rolled round it was a slap in the face to them that neither would ever find that in them again. That they would never be that happy. Never feel complete again.