Jack's POV

Alex hadn't been home in an hour and I had started to worry. I got dressed and brushed my hair into my messy, uneven side parting and sighed at what I looked like. I got on with it though and made my way to his house. The door was open and a bit of wood hang from the door. Shit.

I ran into his house, "ALEX?" I shouted. "ALEX WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"H-here Jacky." His TV and PS3 was gone. What happened?

I found Alex on his floor crying. "Alex come here." I held out my arms and he lay his head in the crook of my neck, still crying and wimpering occasionally. "Alex what happened?" I noticed his guitars and amps were gone and I lifted his tear stained face with my finger. "Lex, it's okay." I kissed him softly and he kissed back, his lips quivering.

"They took my book Jacky, they took my fucking song book. My whole life is in that book. I never even got to sing you the song I wrote for you..."

"Alex, your song book is in my house..."

"WHAT?!" Alex looked up at me, wrapping his arms around my neck smiling at me.

"Yeah, it's beside my bed." I said laughing.

"Oh thank fuck!" He laughed and I laughed at how happy he was now. "I'm going to call the police."

"Good idea, now I need a piss!"

"Nice Jack, I really needed to know that..."

"Well that's good." I said smiling cheekily at him. I blew him a kissed as he lifted the phone to his ear.

Notes

So calm down, Alex's book is safe!
And just a bit of fluff.
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