I Don't Like You Anymore {Milex Fanfiction}

Chapter 1 ~ Moving In

He watched him. He watched him huffing and sighing as he carried the last few of the burdensome boxes into the spacious flat that belonged to Miles. Despite the sunglasses that were hiding Alex's glum eyes, Miles could quite clearly see they were still bloodshot and weak. He pitied him, recalling how bad his last relationship with Arielle ended. Miles knew how much he adored the woman but he couldn't see the potential in her himself. His opinion of her was bitter, like the taste of the coffee he had this morning still on his tongue.

"That all of 'em?" Miles spoke up, adjusting his position so he leaned against his wall.

Alex looked up over his glasses briefly, and with an exhale he replied; "yeah. Wouldn't 'ave minded some help, you know." Miles could almost see the fed up pants of breath that Alex would exhale, floating all around in the atmosphere. It just summed up Alex's mood completely.

"Not my stuff, mate," Miles smirked, shrugging his shoulder. With an eye roll, Alex adjusted his black jeans which he wore that day with a grey shirt, to Miles' delight. "Hey, listen; we're going to have some fun. You've come 'ere to forget about that woman, yeah? So stop being so bloody bitter, would you?"

"Whatever," Alex mumbled, struggling to close the front door behind him with his boot.

"Anyway, welcome to chez Kane. First rule is no shoes, so get 'em off." Miles ordered, with a grin. Alex looked at him with his lips parted.

"You can't be seroius..." Alex grunted, bending down and taking off his black leather boots.

"Yeah, deadly, mate." He chuckled; he was already enjoying life with this man. "Also, I'll take the monthly rent money now, please." Miles held out his hand for the singer.

"Oh, come on. I haven't been 'ere five minutes." Alex pulled out his wallet. After handing him the four-hundred pounds he jokingly pulled Miles into a head lock where he rubbed his head with his nuckle. "You little swine."

"Jeez, Al," he protested, squirming free. "Yer messing up me bloody hair." Alex released him, with a satisfied grin on his face.

"Right, I'm gonna unpack, fancying 'elpin' me?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. Miles paused for a brief moment, staring at him with that expression.

"N-nah, you're all right, mate." Miles broke the trance, briskly walking off into the kitchen. Miles scalded himself for letting him look at him in such a way again. It was too late for him to behave this way if he wanted him to stay... Which is what he's always wanted; to live with Alex. Just so he knew that he was safe and in control of his life - which he had been failing to achieve this past month due to his break up. In fact, the break up was the best opportunity for him. Now, he'll be able to look after his close friend and Miles was ecstatic about it- to say the least. But he had to keep his feelings under control no matter what.

"You bloody wanker." Alex groaned, bending down to shift the boxes. It took the man a good fifteen minutes to completely shift all the boxes into his new bedroom. After everything was unpacked (which took quite a while) Alex flopped down onto the settee in the main space of the apartment. A few minutes his flat mate joined him.

"You all right, mate?" Miles asked, watching Alex shifting his sunglasses and rubbing his eyes. "Er... Now's not the best time but the second rule is no sunglasses."

"Oh, fuck off, mate. Leave me alone, yeah?" Alex sniffed.

"Come on, Alex. 'ave a beer, it'll take yer mind off things for a bit." Miles reached over to the side where he kept a small cooler of beer bottles in ice. As he passed the bottle over to Alex he said; "You're going to find the right person eventually, whether he or she-"