You stared down at the note in your hands. It had been more than two months since Oliver had given it to you at the Halloween party. You still hadn't opened it. To be honest, you sort of forgotten all about it. Between the party and Alfred's amazing present, the note slipped your mind completely.

On the envelope was your name in stiff capital letters. You could tell it was Allen's handwriting. You were at your parents' house and Alfred, Arthur, and our parents were all down stairs waiting for you.

With a sigh, you ran your nail under the seal and opened it. You were just about to unfold the paper, "_____!" Alfred called you down the stairs and you post your chance to open it. You dropped it on your bed and ran down the stairs. Allen would simply have to wait.

Your parents loved Alfred. They thought he was perfect for you me of course had to make everything awkward between you two. What else where parents for? They simply had to tease you and Alfred.

But you never expected it to be as bad as it got.

Your mother smiled her (e/c) eyes bright. When she smiled the wrinkled in the corners of her eyes crinkled. "So Alfred, it's so nice to see you again."

He smiled back but this time you could see it was stressed. Alfred fidgeted in his seat awkwardly. You raised a brow, it was the first time you had ever seen him like that. "It's is so nice to see you too Mrs. (L/n)."

"Oh please, call me (mother's name)." She grinned.

"Sure."

"So Alfred, how's college treating you? I heard you were great at football. Joining the team next fall?" Your father asked. His stern voice shook you to the core and you immediately knew why Alfred was acting the way he was. He was scared of your father.

"Uh... No sir, I don't think so... I think I've finally figured out what I want to do. I want to become a doctor so I can help people like I was helped." He smiled small.

"That's a great idea! And I'm sincerely glad you're back. _____ just wasn't the same." She squeezed your father's hand tightly.

...

The day flown by and your father decided to make his famous grilled hamburgers and your mother had to chip in her coleslaw recipe. Alfred was extremely happy. He stuffed his face while Arthur sat in the background with a disgusted look on his face, large eyebrows raised.

You laughed and joked around all day until it was time to sleep. Alfred was forced to take the couch downstairs and you kissed him goodnight and went up to your old room. There were so many memories flowing through your head but all that was on your mind was the note. It was still folded up nice and neat on your bed.

Why should you even open it? He was a dick anyway..... But I do owe it to him to just hear him out right.

The note was burning your self conscious.

Fuck it. I'm opening it.

You were careful not to rip it in anyway and started to read. Your eyes scanned the slightly messy handwriting:

You resisted the urge to crumple the note up and throw it away. He sounded sincere enough. Right?

Before you could answer your own mental question you heard the quiet sound of the doorknob turning. As Alfred walked through the door you quickly hid the note user your right thigh.

Alfred raised a brow, "whatcha got there babe?" He grinned.

"Uh... Nothing..." You said quickly.

Alfred didn't buy it. He wanted to know what you had and he was sure as hell going to find out. "Oh?"

"Seriously, it's nothing important. Just an old diary of mine," you lied.

Now Alfred was interested. He wanted to read your secrets. He wanted to know everything about you. "Really?"

You internally jumped for joy that he believed your lie. "Yeah.. It's nothing special. Just high school bullshit."

"I like your high school bullshit, it's what introduced me to you..." He smirked, leaning closer for a kiss. As your lips met his you closed your eyes in utter blissful happiness.

That was, until you felt his hand slip under your thigh and grab the paper. "No! Alfred! Give it back!"

He grinned from ear to ear like a guilty toddler. "No way _____! This is good—" he opened it and began to read, stopping mid sentence. Then his eyes darkened.

"Alfie it's nothing...." You whispered.

"I know... I'm just worried.." He clenched his teeth together, holding in the anger. "With what happened last time..... I just don't think you should meet with him.."

"Alfie—"

"No... _____ please, promise me. I... I can't lose you again..." He said, grabbing your hands in his. "I love you.."

"I love you too but I think he at least deserves a talk... I'll be fine. He's not going to kill me.." You rolled your eyes.

Alfred scowled. "Do as you must but... Be careful."

"Always.." You smiled small.

"I can't control you. Believe me I've tried..." He laughed. "But I think you should wait until we get back from vacation next week?"

You smiled and nodded back. "Of course. I want to spend my time here you you and my family."

"I also want to spend all my time with you.." He said suggestively going on for another kiss.

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Heyyyyyyyyy!!!! It's been a while I know but I'm not dead! I've just been hella busy and stuff so definitely expect more updates within the next week!!

Oh! And I'm also planning on wrapping up this book and the Nekotalia series! But don't be sad I have so many ideas and you haven't seen the last of me!

Also: I think I want to write a sex scene next chapter bc I just really want to and you don't have to read it bc you won't miss anything big so yeah

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