I'll Keep A Secret If You Keep Me Guessing

Alex's p.o.v.

*The next day*

I looked at the sleeping boy on the white hospital bed. He looked exhausted, but he also looked like he was enjoying his sleep. It's strange that someone's facial features can show if they're having a happy dream or a shit-scary nightmare. Jack's features showed that he was happy. His lips were curled up into a smile, sometimes parting a little for a snore to pass through, but they soon closed to the smile again. I can't believe I had kissed those lips yesterday. What was I even thinking?! The last time I checked, I wasn't gay. But, when was the last time I check? I sighed, continuing to stare at Jack. His cheek was rested on his hand and his body was curled up into a ball. I smiled at the sight, but then the door opened quietly, causing my eyes to tear away from the sleeping boy. I looked at the man in a white coat and a clipboard in his hand. He was stood at the door, looking back at me with his blue eyes. I remember him from yesterday. He signalled me to follow him out the door, and so I did, confusion already painted on my face.

"Alexander Gaskarth?" He asked, a strong English accent thinking in his voice. I nodded, still confused as to why he would call me out through my visitor time and lead me out here.

"Follow me." He instructed, his index finger pulling me to follow him. We walked down the corridors of the hospital until we stopped outside a door. He opened it with his keys, opening the door for me.

"Take a seat, Alexander." He smiled, pointing to one of the blue chairs. I was going to comment on the fact that I'd preferred to be called 'Alex', but I shrugged it off. I walked over to the blue chair, sitting down on it. The doctor pulled his spinning chair out from the desk and placed it in front of me. He sat down on it, placing his clipboard on his lap.

"Okay, so I'm Doctor Franceschi," He smiled at me before carrying on.

"I'm just going to talk you through what's going to happen to Jack. Jack had said that you were the closest thing to him, so it's only right if we talk to you about what's going to happen. I don't suspect that you're going to like it, but it's what we have to do." He sadly smiles. What? The first thought that comes to my head is that Jack possibly could be dead. No, he was breathing. He was snoring. He's alive, Alex. What else could it be? He isn't... dying , is he? That thought made my belly turn and my heart speeds up. Don't be silly, Alex. I don't think I can even reply in full sentences, so I mumbled a breath-y, 'okay'. My hands became really sweaty. It's got to be bad news. The way the doctor is looking at me with a tint of guilt and sadness, it has to be.

"So, we soon found out that Jack had been abused by his father. I managed to get it out of Jack, telling him he'll be much more safe if he told us. So, the police have been out, they found him, and now he's in prison. The only major problem is, well..." Doctor Franceschi froze, looking anywhere but me. I became more and more nervous by each word he said, and now with this little pause, I could feel tears hit the back of my eyes.

"Say something. What is i-it?" I asked, my voice stuttering and becoming quieter by the end. This isn't good. It can't be good.

"Alex, Jack is going to care," As soon as those words left his mouth, I sunk lower in my seat, my eyes beginning to swell.

"I'm sorry. The only place that would take him was a little care home in Hollywood." I could tell there was a sad look on his face, but I wasn't looking up at him. My face was in my hands. Jack's going. As soon as I get attached to someone, they go. Just like Tom. No, I shouldn't even be bringing him up. Not now. Not in my current state. Every last happy feeling in my gut had been swiped out.

"But, one thing is, he'll be aloud to stay with you and your parents for a couple of months. That's only because you guys are so close, and he asked. I'm sorry to give you the news. He doesn't know yet, it's best to wait to tell him." The doctor informed. I nodded, wiping the one tear that escaped. I'll never get to see him when he goes to Hollywood. It's so far! I need to make these last couple of months the best I can.

Notes

:( oh noes. Sorry I took a lot of time to update, but yeah, writers fricking block. It's not even a long chapter. :( All sad faces :(( I hope this is okay though. But...Jack.