~Alex's POV~

Mention of scars and death

Wow. That was the only word that was running through my mind as I walked through to the bathroom. Jack was perfect and beautiful and gorgeous in every single way, and I just shared an amazing moment with him. I don't know about Jack, but I was certainly going to remember this day for a long time.

Jack turned the shower on, and stepped into the cubicle. I stepped in behind him and wrapped my arm around his waist, kissing down the back of his neck. He turned around and hugged me, and we stayed like that, standing under the hot water.

Jack hadn't seen my scar yet. I think. When he was admiring me before, I guess he didn't see it. But to be honest, I wouldn't of seen it if I was him; it was towards the back of my leg so it was well hidden. What if when he saw it he didn't like me anymore? My body wasn't perfect, and there's many more people in the world who have bodies and personalities which are far more beautiful than mine. Ugh, why didn't I just walk to my friends house that day, instead of taking the bus? I was ugly, and Jack was going to think I was, and then he would leave me. Why did I fall so hard for him? I'm not regretting my choices, I loved every minute I spent with Jack, but eventually, I'm just going to be on my own again; I always am.

We were pulled out of our comfortable silence by Jack's peaceful voice whispering in my ear. "Lex, come on, turn around and I'll wash you." I did as he said, who could resist a voice as beautiful as his? Then I heard a gasp as Jack's warm hand felt his way up my leg. He was stroking my scar. "What happened?" he turned me back around and kissed my forehead.

"Could I tell you once we've finished showering?" I asked, trying to hold back tears.

"Of course, Lex. Now turn back around so I can wash you." I turned around again, and we picked back up where we left off.


Once we got out of the shower, we got dressed into our pyjamas, and went downstairs to snuggle on the couch. I was wearing 'Peter Pan' pyjamas, and Jack was wearing 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' ones. We were both nearly 18, but still kids at heart. I made some hot chocolate for both of us, and we sat down in our usual position; me snuggling into his chest close enough that I could hear his heart, and his head resting on mine.

"Do you want to tell me about your leg now?" Jack spoke with a tone in his voice, like what you would speak like when you're talking to a child. "It's okay if you don't want to."

"You'll find out one day anyway, so I may as well just tell you now." I spoke, my voice barely a whisper. "When I was eight, I had this friend called Josh. We were like, best friends, and we hung out together all the time, well, when ever we could." My voice grew stronger as I went on, as I felt more confident. "One day, I was going to his house; he lives a few stops away on the bus, so I always just travelled on that. The housemaid we had at the time always rode with me, but I wanted to be brave, and eventually persuaded her to let my go on my own. It was the first time I'd ever been on a bus on my own, but I've never been on one since." A few tears had escaped my eyes by now, but I kept going. "We stopped at a traffic light, and when the lights when green, we went again. But a lorry h-hit the b-us and a big shard of glass got into my leg somehow." The tears had fully kicked in now. "I was put into hospital; I almost bled to death. I needed 52 stitches, and I cut my head quite bad too, b-but that was okay, my hair has grown over it now s-so you can't see it." I wiped my eyes.

"What date was it?" Jack asked, his voice quivering. I looked up to see tears running down his cheeks, his eyes red and puffy.

"2nd September '96, why?" my voice was merely a whisper.

Jack looked at me whilst another set of tears poured from his eyes. "That's the s-same day May and Joe d-died." And with that, he broke down into a fit of sobs, and I started to cry harder too.

"Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry." I sat up and hugged him. He hugged back, holding onto me like his life depended on it.


We stayed in that position all night, and eventually our sobbing stopped and our eyes ran dry.

"Jay?" Jack hummed in response. "Do you still like me? I get it if you don't. I'm sor-" Jack shut me up by pressing his lips to mine.

"Alexander William Gaskarth, you are the most perfect person I have ever met, and a scar is not going to change any of that. I know that its not a good thing to have happened, and you must feel terrible that its on you for life, but I defines you as a person. And I would never change any bit of you or swap you with anyone. You're mine and you're perfect. Okay?"

"Okay." I replied, and I fell asleep in his arms.

Notes

I had spare time so I just added a mini chapter. please comment, vote and subscribe!

Ellie x