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Leondre's POV
                          
And so I sat there in the lift with the Australian boy who offered to talk about my stupid problems, crying my eyes out as he gently rubbed my shoulder.
                          
He's touch was soft, comforting. I felt embarrassed at first but then as I continued to ramble about Charlie and Chloe and my most recent 'thoughts', I became more and more relaxed.
                          
"I get how you feel..."
                          
He said in his addicting accent.
                          
"How?"
                          
"Uh, because I'm gay too?"
                          
What? He's perfect... I begin to stutter.
                          
"I-I I'm not gayy... I... I might be."
                          
Nope. He's amazing. I'm pretty sure I am...
                          
"Okay, well would it be such a bad thing if you were?"
                          
Not if your around... I think to myself. Just then my phone dings. Nathan has replied. And thankfully he's busy too.
                          
Nathan: Hey Leondre, sorry to hear that, he'll come around soon. My greatest apologies but my schedules a bit packed today, maybe another time?
                          
He was so sweet and sincere, and helpful. Now I could have more time with Alex... I reply with a simple all good and switch my phone off.
                          
"I don't know, no I guess... But Charlie-"
                          
He cuts me off.
                          
"It doesn't matter what Charlie thinks. If you two are truly best friends, and from what I've seen you are, then he won't care if you gay, straight, bi or otherwise. If he has a problem then leave him. It's not like you need him anyway..."
                          
He's right about the first part, but wrong about the last. I do need him. He's my best friend in the entire world and one of my only ones at that. I love him and I need him. And I know he loves me back, just in a completely different way, a... Platonic sort of love.
                          
I go to say something but stop as he begins to lean in. Is he going to kiss me? Right at that moment the elevated stops, pings, and opens.
                          
I didn't realise but with all of this thinking and talking, I still had tears pouring down my face.
                          
Charlie was standing at the entrance. His hair glossy blonde and his eyes bluer than ever. No. I can't still be falling for him. He has Chloe. I need to get over him.
I don't like Charlie.
I don't like Charlie.
I don't like Ch-.
                          
"Leondre?"
                          
I stand quickly, keeping my head down slightly. Alex follows.
                          
"Who are you? Leo why are you crying?"
                          
It all went by in a flash. There was so much tension between both Alex and Charlie that I couldn't bare to watch. I blocked myself out.
                          
When I opened my eyes it looked as though they were about to get into a fight. Charlie was getting angry. Why was Alex being so hard on him? I didn't make it sound that bad did I?
                          
He started to shout but I stopped him. I liked Alex, and I didn't want him being driven away.
                          
"Char..."
                          
"I'm so confused. What did I do? Why are you with him, what's he on about? Leondre?" 
                          
I was going to reply but I couldn't. No words dare escape my mouth. Then Alex stepped in with a lowered voice.
                          
"Were going out for coffee. When we get back I suggest you find some time to talk to him yourself."
                          
And he lead my through the lobby out the exit of the hotel. I looked back to see Charlie looking baffled and confused, I felt bad, but Alex was right. He had hurt me, and getting out for a bit would be good.
                          
"Don't look so worried. I know where I'm going. Mum and dad take us here a lot. They have a crap load of polish friends and we always stay at that hotel. Its a good thing too, if we didn't, I wouldn't have met you."
                          
I see a group of girls staring at me and decide to pull my hood over my head.
                          
"Oh that's right..."
                          
He whispered. 
                          
"I forgot you were famous."
                          
He chuckled lightly and I did the same. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and directed me to a small shop with the word 'Kawiarnia' painted on it (which I soon learnt was coffee shop in polish) whilst fiddling with the torn parts of my jumper. It felt nice having him near me, before I new it he had gotten my mind off Charlie.
                          
Half an hour later
                          
"Yeah I know, so then, believe it or not, he said to me, 'I had a boyfriend once, I met your mother a week later.' I mean, come on, I like guys dad, im not just gonna meet the love of my like who would just happen to be a chick, ya know?"
                          
I can't help but smile as he explains what happened when he came out. How if it that one random stranger from another country can be such an inspiration after only having known them for roughly an hour give or take?
                          
I gaze at him intriguingly as he continues his story.
                          
"Anyways after that I  kind of gave him the silent treatment until my sister snitched on me and told him she saw me at school holding hands with my boyfriend. After that he invited him over for dinner and they've been excepting ever since..."
                          
Of course he has a boyfriend. Perfect hair, perfect face, perfect eyes, perfect accent, it doesn't surprise me at all, I don't know why I ever doubted it...
                          
It then hits me. I've been staring down at the table for maybe three or more minutes without saying a word, and he seemed to pick up why.
                          
"You know, that was a few years ago now, and I have never lasted more than a few months in a relationship with anyone..."
                          
He mentions quietly reaching across the table and resting his fingers between mine.
                          
My heart beat begins to rise and a smile spreads across my face. Then of course this moment is ruined by a thought in the back of my mind.
                          
C
                          
harlie...
                          
"I think I'd like to head back to the hotel now, please..." 
                          
Yet I kept my hand in his and I stared at him and didn't move.

                          
A/N
Okay so two people are reading this now. That's pretty cool seeing as I only started yesterday.  Thank you to those people and yeah this part was longer than the others, that's okay right? I don't know how to feel about this one... Do you guys like Alex or nah??? Let me know. Thanks again for reading.
K byeee.
                          
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