Weightless (Jalex)

Loverboy

Alex P.O.V 

Walking off stage from a long while of performing I felt dazed. I was tired-no scratch that- knackered! Ignoring everybodys compliments around me I headed back to the hotel, up the elevator and collapsed onto the bed not even bothering to lock it behind me. Dragging myself up groaning I stripped down to my boxers and pulled the duvet tightly around me. I heard loud laughter which startled me followed by what sounded like Jacks voice mumbling something inappropriate. Sexually, obviously. 

I closed my eyes tightly, though I couldn't help it as my stomach flipped. 

Why did I care?  

Why do I even feel this way? 

'You still like him.' The voice at the back of my head echoed. 

I shook my head, frowning as I lay, arms tucked behind me. I have Zacky, I don't need Jack. He rejected me. 

Yeah, just keep telling yourself that. 

I don't know WHY me and Zacky kissed after Jack had stormed out, I never meant to hurt him... 

Just...one thing lead to another.  

I sighed. 

I've lost my best friend and my band probably hate me for being such a dick to Jack-our now ex guitarist. How could one thing just ruin everything? We've been a band for years and now a tiny problem ended absolutely everything. 

Mabye I should apologize?  

I felt the bed dip, leaving my eyes closed I turned around towards the wall as I felt warm arms encircle my waist.  

I have to apologize...I have to.

JOSH P.O.V 

Once Jack was asleep I unhooked my arm from his waist slowly and kissed his forehead lightly, not wanting to wake him as he snored softly, snuggled into the bed covers which were bunched up around him.

Slipping on some light blue boot cut jeans, boots followed by a t-shirt and leather jacket I ran a hand through my hair heading out the door, quietly locking it behind me.

Hopefully he wouldn't be up till noon.  

Getting out my cell phone I dialled Oliver's number. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey." I smiled into the phone as I stepped into the hotels lobby which was fairly empty. 

"I'm in the lobby." He replied with his sheffield accent. 

"No youre not. I'm here." I frowned, speaking into the phone. 

"Franceschi?"  

"mmhmm?" I hummed confused. Glancing left and right. Nope, no sign of him. 

"Turning around would help." He replied.

Turning around my smile widened at Oliver before me, who was grinning, his lip ring glistening.

Hanging up my phone I walked up to him, giving him a hug which he gladly returned, loosening my hold I tried to pull away but he hugged me even tighter. I snickered. Smirking, after a while he pulled away and looked at me. "So what did you need?" I asked. 

"Why does it always come to you that when I call you I need something?" We began walking out of the hotel. 

"Because that's what you do?" I laughed as he pouted, petting his soft brown hair. 

"So, I haven't seen you since...-" I began, but being cut off by something moist at my lips. My eyes widened to see them directly staring Oli's dark brown ones. He pulled away quickly, clearing his throat.