My Only One

The light outside of the hotel window was shining through into the hotel room, casting shadows as the day outside got darker and later. Alex and Lexie were layed upon the bed, Lexie curled into Alex's chest while he ran his fingers through her hair absently.

"Alex?" she said.

"Mmm?" he replied, not fully listening.

"I should probably go, it's getting late."

He looked down at her, "But I just got you back."

She smiled slightly, "And you get to keep me, but everyone will be wondering where I am... that's if Isabelle hasn't told them."

"Well just message her and tell her to tell everyone where you went," he said.

"It's not just that," she said. "I owe Jonathan an explanation. I walked out on him during our wedding... he deserves to know the truth."

He groaned, "But I'm comfortable."

"So am I," she said grimacing. "But I need to go."

"Fine," he said. "But I'm coming with you."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea, I mean --"

"I'm coming with you," he said again.

"Okay," she said, sitting up. "I'm going to need to borrow some of your clothes or something though, I can't go back out in my wedding dress."

"Very good point," he said smirking. "I'll get you something."

Lexie ended up in a pair of Alex's shorts and a Glamour Kills t-shirt and together they got a taxi to Lexie's house, where she assumed Jonathan would be. Lexie was nervous about seeing him, unsure of how he would be feeling and she couldn't get rid of the huge guilt she was feeling, but she kept trying to tell herself that it was better this way. It wouldn't have been right to marry him when she didn't truly love him.

They arrived at the house and Lexie opened the front door to an empty kitchen, but she could hear the television on in the living room. He was here.

"Just wait in here," Lexie said to Alex. "It won't do much good for him to see you right now."

Alex looked like he was going to protest, but he nodded and sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. Taking a deep breath, Lexie walked into the living room where she saw Jonathan sitting on the sofa with a bottle of vodka in his hand.

"Oh, so you've decided to show your face now, have you?" Jonathan said bitterly.

"I don't really know what to say, except that I'm sorry for doing that to you," she said, feeling very small under his gaze.

"Well that just makes it all better, doesn't it?"

She walked over and sat in the chair next to him, "I owe you an explanation."

"Yeah," he said. "You do."

"I don't really know where to start," she admitted.

"Who's clothes are you wearing?" he asked abruptly. "You haven't been home to change into anything and they don't look like anything you own."

"Ah," she said, while inside she was thinking, Oh shit, why didn't I think he would notice that? "I'm not going to lie to you about anything you ask me or want to know, so I'll tell you. They're Alex's clothes."

He blinked, shocked. "Alex? Alex Gaskarth?"

"Yes."

"So, what? You've been with him this afternoon? Oh. That's it, isn't it? You've left me for him," he said flatly, as if he knew all along. But he couldn't know anything, could he?

"I'm sorry, Jonathan. But yes, I'm still in love with him and I couldn't marry you. It wouldn't have been fair to you, not when I didn't really love you. You deserve more than that."

Jonathan looked thoughtful for a moment, then looked disgusted. "Scarves. You were wearing scarves all week since you got back from America."

"What?" she said, slightly confused at his sudden change of subject, then she felt horrified when she realised what he was saying.

"You were sleeping with him on tour, weren't you?" he asked, relatively calmly.

"No!" she nearly yelled. "I wasn't, it --"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Lexie. You said yourself two minutes ago that you'd tell me the truth. Were you sleeping with him?"

She sighed, "It only happened once."

"You think that makes it better?" he spat, standing up in anger.

"I didn't say it did!" she cried, standing up as well, though she was still looking up at him as he was taller than her.

"Why didn't you leave me sooner if you didn't love me? Did you just want to embarass me infront of all my friends and family?" he yelled.

She resisted the urge to wince at the loudness of his voice and said, "Of course not! I didn't mean for it to happen like that. I never said anything because I thought I could do it... I thought that I could forget about Alex, but I couldn't and I'm sorry."

"I can't believe I never realised sooner," he said, mostly to himself. "How could I be so stupid?"

"Don't blame yourself," she said. "It's just, I have a lot of history with Alex and --"

"I don't want to hear it," he said.

"Jonathan, just please --"

"I said I don't want to hear it!" he yelled and then he pushed her so hard that she fell backwards onto the floor, onto her back. "You're a stupid fucking whore, Lexie. You can go to hell."

She cried out when she hit the floor and looked up to see Jonathan looking down at her with disgust and tried to resist the urge to start crying. Then the door opened and Alex walked in. He saw her lying on the floor and fury sparked in his eyes.

Alex walked calmly over to Jonathan so that he was standing infront of him. Jonathan was looking at him with pure hatred, if Alex noticed that, he didn't seem to care.

"Don't you ever touch her or speak to her like that again, you hear me?" Alex said, speaking each word slowly. Then he punched him.

Lexie gasped in horror and quickly scrambled off the floor. Jonathan was holding his nose and there was blood over his hand. His jaw twitched in anger and he pulled his fist back to hit Alex, but he ducked out of the way. Lexie quickly put herself in between them before any damage could be done to Alex and anymore damage done to Jonathan.

"Stop!" she yelled. "Just stop!"

"He called you a whore and pushed you!" Alex shouted. "You can't expect me to just --"

"Yes! That's exactly what I expect you to do! You're just making yourself as bad as him," she said, trying to keep her voice calm and steady.

She looked over at Jonathan, who didn't seem to care about the blood coming out of his nose. "You should probably get to the hospital," she said. "It looks like it could be broken."

Jonathan just stared at her, not saying anything. "I could go with you if you want, I --"

"No," he said harshly, cutting across her. "I don't need your help. Or your sympathy."

"Lexie," Alex said, putting his hand on her arm. "We should go."

"Yeah," Jonathan said. "You should."

She nodded, then said. "I really am sorry. If you ever need --"

"Just go, Lexie!" Jonathan nearly yelled. "I hope the pair of you will be fucking happy together."

She was about to say something else, but Alex pulled on her arm leading her out of the room and then out of the house. Neither of them said anything as they walked down the street and Lexie was willing herself not to start crying.

They sat down on a bench and Lexie looked at Alex, who still looked incredibly pissed off.

"You know that I want to kill him for saying that to you, don't you?" he said.

"I know you do," she said, taking his hand and squeezing it. "But I hurt him. I understand why he said it."

"But he didn't just call you a whore, he pushed you," Alex said and Lexie could tell that he was trying not to get too angry.

"It's not like I didn't deserve to be treated like that," she said sourly. "I cheated on him."

She felt Alex's hand tighten in her own and his other hand moved to the side of her face, where he stroked her cheek with his thumb. "You don't deserve to be treated like that, Lexie. Don't you ever think that sort of thing about yourself, okay?"

"It's kind of hard not to when the evidence that I really am a whore is staring me in the face," she muttered.

Alex shifted closer to her and held her hand even tighter. "You are not a whore. Anything but. You may have cheated on him - but it was only once. It's not like it was a full blown affair."

"Just because it only happened once doesn't make it any better."

"But Lexie, it doesn't matter. You're not meant to be with him and we're together now. Just forget about him. Please?"

"I'll do my best," she said, smiling slightly.

"Good. And you know what?" Alex said, smiling as well.

"What?"

"I love you."

"I love you too," she said, smiling fully now. Alex leaned down and pressed his lips onto hers lightly and she could feel the smile on his lips. She pulled back from him and said, "The only problem now is that all my stuff is at our house and going back there now would not be a good idea."

"Hmm," Alex said. "That may be a problem. I don't think you could carry on wearing my clothes forever."

"I have some stuff at Isabelles, but not a lot," she said. At Isabelles, she just had all her necessities because she was at her house for the past two nights.

"Well you could go to your house and pack some stuff up when you know he isn't gonna be there. Like when he's going to be at work?" Alex suggested.

"Yeah, I could do that, I guess. I'll just have to cope with what I've got at Izzy's until Monday," she said, then realisation hit her. "Oh my god, I don't have anywhere to live!"

"Just stay at Isabelle's," Alex said. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

"Yeah but I can't stay with her forever, I'm going to have to find a new place," she said, then she realised something else. "How are we going to manage to stay together, Alex? We live in separate countries."

Alex looked sad when she said that, "We'll figure it out, I promise. I'm not losing you again."

"I don't want to lose you again either," she said.

Alex looked thoughtful for a second, then his eyes lit up. "Move in with me," he said suddenly.

"What?" Lexie asked, eyes widening.

"Move in with me," Alex said again. "You need a place to stay, we need to figure out how we can stay together when you live in England - so you should move back to America. Live with me."

"I -- I don't know what to say," she stuttered. "All my family is over here. Izzy's here."

"You moved once before. I have a lot of family over here too, but I always get to see them when we come over here on tour."

"But I can't just drop everything and go," she said, feeling overwhelmed. "I have a job --"

"Who cares about a job?" Alex said. "Not to sound bigheaded, but I have enough money for the both of us."

She laughed lightly, "It's not just about money. My life is here, I --"

"Come on, Lexie," he said desperately. "It makes sense. If you're worried about Isabelle, then get her to move, too."

"Izzy live with us, as well?" she asked in surprise.

"Well I live with Rian, so it's not like we'd have a house to ourselves anyway," he said, shrugging. "It wouldn't matter to me."

"You really wouldn't mind?" she asked.

"Not at all," he said, sincerely.

"Well then," she said smiling, taking a deep breath. "I would love to move in with you."

Alex smiled broadly and kissed her hard on the mouth, wrapping his arms around her waist. She kissed him back fiercely, suddenly full of happiness, everything about Jonathan forgotten. She was with Alex and she was going to be living with him. It was funny how your life can change so quickly, but Lexie wouldn't have it any other way.