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Leonard's POV
                          
"I'm going out for a bit. I'll see you later."
                          
I left the room and closed the door quite aggressively. If. I'm being completely honest, I should have expected it. Every time I try to spend quality time with my best friend, that stupid girlfriend of his gets in the way, like okay I get it you guys are dating, now can I please have my friend back?
                          
I probably shouldn't be so hard on her about it, god knows if I were to date Charlie I'd spend every second possible with him. As it that would ever happen though...
                          
I reach into my pants and whip out my phone. I figure If I can't spend time with my best friend I could always see if Nathan was up for anything. I flick him a quick text.
                          
You: Hey Nathan its Leo, plans with Charlie got cancelled again tonight, big surprise huh.. Wanna do something?
                          
I decided to mess about for a bit while I waited for him to respond. I hopped into an elevator and pressed all the floor numbers in random order. I sat down in the corner of the fully mirrored lift and scrolled through my phone. I eventually just ended up taking a crap load of photos on Snapchat. (The last one he took was the one ^^)
                          
Damn I look tired. I post it to my story quite forcefully, knocking my phone out of my own hands. Oops. Taking my frustration out on my technology, I didn't realise that the elevator had already stopped, and a boy was standing in the entrance way, my phone between his feet.
                          
Before I had the chance to reach for it, the boy bent down and picked it up, handing it to me with a half smile on his face.
                          
He was gorgeous. He was tall, Charlie's height, maybe even taller, with beautiful blue-green eyes. His hair was a chocolaty brown and it was long, hanging down in front of his face. Oh god. I'm staring.
                          
He's still holding the phone out to me. I hurriedly grabbed it and looked downwards.
                          
"I'm sorry."
                          
I manage to let out quietly and awkwardly. I guess that proves it then. I know I've liked Charlie for quite some time now, and not only in a friendship way, but something more than that. I thought it might just be because we were such good friends and I had learned to love him, i didn't think I was gay, not completely at least... But now that I've seen this boy, admitted to myself  that he is drop dead gorgeous, and forced myself to think up times where I've had crushes on other girls, I can't, sooo... Does this mean I'm gay?
                          
Oh shit I've lost myself in my train of thought. How long have I been sitting there like an idiot staring into space?
                          
"Oh huh?  Sorry I'm a bit out of it today... What did you say?"
                          
"Its okay I can tell, I just said my names Alex, and you are?"
                          
He had the most amazing Australian accent.
                          
"Oh-uhh, I'm Leondre, sorry about that..."
                          
He reached out his hand to help me up and I took it. When I stood in front of him I realised how much he really did tower over me.
                          
"You say sorry a lot, there's no need to mate, don't worry about it. Hey you look familiar, we haven't by any chance met before have we?"
                          
Oh that accent, please say he isn't a fan please say he isn't a fan...
                          
"Oh uh, I doubt it, I think I would remember an accent like that..."
                          
I step back and pull my hair over my face to hide my blush. Crap I'm blushing. Yep. Definitely gay.
                          
"Aha thanks, yours is really cute too, but seriously like I swear I recognise you from somewhere..."
                          
Please don't be a fan please don't be a fan.
                          
"Holy shit that's it! You're that rapper from Britain's got talent aren't you, my sisters obsessed with you and that other boy, you guys are like best friends aren't you? She'll be so.. - are you okay?"
                          
You've got to be kidding me! Don't cry! Am I really crying right now!? Stop it. Stop it right now Leondre stop crying you have nothing to cry about.
                          
"Are you crying? I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you -" 
                          
"No I'm not - I'm not crying, do you want me to sign something for your sister?"
                          
I wipe the tears from my eyes and pull my hair back in attempt to look confident.  I can't believe one single mention of Charlie after how things have been lately can spark a mental breakdown. Get over it. Maybe this guy can take my mind off it.
                          
"Uh, actually yes, she'd kill me if I didn't. Are you sure your okay?"
                          
"I'm sure, just stress that's all."
                          
He's so nice, why is he so nice? I probably look like such a twat, after all he did find me sitting on the floor of a hotel lift physically abusing my phone... And then I cried in front of him, really? I love that he's so nice, but then start to wonder if its only because I'm somewhat famous.
                          
"Do you want o talk about it? I've been told I'm a good listener?"
                          
Jesus that damn accent, what is it, like the third time I've mentioned it now? Okay I think its safe to assume that he's being genuinely nice. Why not? I decide to take up his offer.
                          
A/N
Okay reckon I'm happy with this. This one was longer too. Aight cool.
                          
Word count: 945