Your Boyfriend x Alex

•Alex POV•

I walk through the door, closing and bolting it shut. Looking around, I notice my boyfriend isn't here. "Perfect" I mutter to myself, dropping the bag of clothes next to the closest seat, and making my way upstairs. Closing the door to the shared bedroom, I slunk down and sit in silence, thoughts about what happened today flooded my head.

~flashback~

"Oh look at who it is," the black haired guy started, rolling up his sleeves, "its the faggot who owes me money." He grins his stupid little smirk and tangles his long pale fingers into my vibrant hair, pulling my hair back. I drop my things and grap his hand, attempting to loosen his grip, but to no avail. "Please, I'll get you your money, I just need a little more time." I squeal out, tears piercing my eyes. "Awww, it's crying!" His friend comments, gripping my jaw and squeezing. "You have until the end of this week to get the money, otherwise you're done for, fag." He moves away and licks his lips, grinning. "Let it go."

The tightness on my hair stops, leaving me with a pounding headache. They both walk out, laughing and mocking me. I pick up my things, pay for them, and rush home before I see them homophobic assholes again.

~Flashforward~

I place my cold hand on the side of my face, wincing at the sudden pain that the headache is. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, and I don't hold back. Tears flood my eyes as I let them fall down my face, choking on my own sobs. "I can't believe assholes like that exist." I think to myself, crying louder and harder, sobs becoming more frequent and chokes more violent. I wrap my arms around my legs, curling myself into a ball as the tears don't stop. Screaming loudly, I stand up and begin hitting the door, punching and kicking the wood, imaging its the black haired guy from earlier. "Fuck off! I'll get you money, now leave me the fuck alone ASSHOLE!!" I yelled, accidentally punching a hole in the door.

I pause, the tears stop flooding my eyes, and stare at the very visible hole. "Oh fuck dammit!" I say, shaking violently. "How do I hide this now?" I shake more, frantically looking around the room, seeing if there's any hole filler for the door. Just then, I hear the front door open. "Darling? Are you home?" I hear my boyfriend yell.

•Peters POV•

I reclose the front door, placing down my work bag and calling for my love. "Darling, please answer me!" I yell, slightly shaking, worry clear in my voice.

I look around to see if I can see anything of Alex's, just to be sure that I'm not yelling for no reason. Their phone pings, and I know they've been back. I begin to walk around, searching in every room on the bottom floor before walking upstairs to check the top. "Darling?" I call out once more, no response. "I know you're here, please answer me! I need to know if you're hurt or not!"

Pacing twords the bedroom door, I notice a hole in the wood, and I can hear my beloved darling breathing heavily, as if they've just been crying. "Darling, what's wrong?" I ask, opening the door slightly. They're sat on the bed, blood leaving their knuckles. I knew at that moment that they'd punched the hole in the door.

"Hey..shh" I say calmly, slowly approaching them. I sit in the edge of the bed, softly taking their splintered hand in mine, and begin to examine the wounds. "Oh darling, what's brought you to hurt yourself like this?" I question, pulling them into a soft hug.

They stutter and stammer, apologising for the wreckage in the door. I hush them softly, and stroke their hair calmly, in an attempt to let them know that I'm not mad.

"I c-came home from clothes shopping for us both, and then I remembered something that happened earlier." I sit quietly and listen, still running my fingers through their short, soft hair. "There was these two guys, I owe them both m-money, but because I didn't have it with me, th-they both attacked me and called me f-faggot." They begin to cry again, wrapping themselves in my chest.

"Shhhh, its okay darling, I'm here now..no one can hurt you whilst you're with me.." I reassure them that they're safe, and patiently wait for them to calm down. When they have, I remove the splinters and clean the wounds, wrapping their hand in bandage. Moments later, they were breathing softly, their beautiful blue eyes now closed, and resting their tired head against me. "Sweet dreams darling, I love you..."