alfie buttle x female reader
warnings: accidental pregnancy, angst, heavy arguments, swearing, alcohol, emotional distress, crying, hurt/no comfort (mostly).
a/n: i keep saying iâm back and then disappear i swear. i wrote this one over a month ago and just discovered it in my drafts. this isnât a series, i just left the ending open because i wanted you to decide what happens next. also, big up my girl sabina in this fic, she a real one. happy reading, hope it rips your heart out a little xx
one time, you decided to be reckless.
you and alfie had been together for nearly four years. and for all the length of your relationship you had been relying on the pull-out method. somehow, it had always worked. until it didnât.
alfie was in america filming with the lads, the whole world cup tour, while you were back at your shared house in london. at around 3 a.m., unable to shake the feeling that something wasnât right, you door dashed four pregnancy tests to the house after realising your period was late.
at first, you tried convincing yourself it was stress. then you checked your cycle.
your heart dropped to your stomach.
your most fertile days landed exactly on the week you and alfie had been having unprotected sex almost everyday before he flew out.
suddenly, your late period didnât feel like a coincidence anymore.
when the tests arrived, you took all four.
every single one came back positive.
you just sat there on the bathroom floor, staring at the pink lines, completely numb.
the first person you called wasnât alfie, it was sabina.
â..hello?â, her voice was thick with sleep.
you opened your mouth. nothing came out.
the moment she heard your voice she sat upright.
âbabes? whatâs wrong?â
âcan you come over? iâm scared..â, you spoke whilst trying to not cry.
âsure, yeah let me get dressed and iâll be there. what happened?â
sabina didnât ask any further questions, she just mumbled an âbe there soonâ and head out.
as she was driving to your place, she casually rang chip, not mentioning a single thing about what had happened. she just wanted to know where the boys were.
were they back at the hotel? still filming? already pissed drunk out their minds at a random bar in new york?
chip told her they were all getting ready to head to a club.
when she arrived, she gently told you that you needed to tell alfie.
you didnât want to. you didnât want to ruin his trip and drop something this massive on him while he was thousands of miles away.
half an hour later, after staring at his contact for what felt like forever, you finally pressed call.
he answered almost straight away.
there was music blasting in the background, people shouting. he was clearly drunk, but the second he heard your voice, everything about him softened.
âyou alright girl? whatâs wrong?â
you hadnât even realised how upset you sounded until he asked.
âtalk to me. whatâs happened?â
you tried saying the words a dozen different ways, but none of them came out. eventually, through tears, you whispered,
everything changed then. the silence lasted only a few seconds before his entire tone shifted.
he laughed once. not because it was funny, but because he couldnât believe what heâd just heard.
âwhat the fuck dâyou mean youâre pregnant?â
âyouâve completely fucked my head.â
you tried to explain, but he just kept cutting you off.
he started cussing you out like it was somehow your fault.
âfuck you man, why did you call me? youâve proper ruined my trip.â
he kept saying he was in america, he couldnât deal with this right now, and asked what exactly you expected him to do.
âright, so what the fuck do you want me to actually do reader?â
you were already terrified. youâd just found out you were carrying his baby. all you wanted was your boyfriend. instead you got someone who sounded like he didnât even know who you were.
through tears, you kept tying to calm him down before he hung up.
âplease donât hung up.â
âdo whatever yâwant. find a way to fix this shit.â
then the line went dead. you just stared at your phone.
sabina was right there, holding you was you completely fell apart.
âitâs okay sweetheart, heâs just drunk i promise he didnât mean it.â
she kept telling you he was drunk, that he didnât know what he was saying. that he loved you.
but those words were already carved deep somewhere inside your chest.
âfind a way to fix this shit.â
eventually, you cried yourself to sleep with one hand resting over your stomach.
heartbroken, terrified, and carrying a baby you suddenly werenât sure the father wanted.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
the next morning in america, alfie woke up with the worst hangover of his life.
he looked at his phone and immediately saw a six minute phone call from you at 4 a.m.
something felt wrong, when he tried ringing you and your phone was off.
he quickly sent a message.
morning darling, are you awake?
please ring me when u wake up xx
he threw on a hoodie, and wandered into the airbnb, still trying to remember what the fuck had happened the night before.
he barely made it five steps before spotting chip leaning against the wall with a coffee in his hand.
he didnt even say good morning at alfie.
cause sabina called him last night.
sheâd told him everything.
alfie let out a humourless laugh.
âfuckinâ feel rough.â
a silence settled between them.
ânothing man.â chip shrugged.
â..how much do you remember from last night?â
alfie frowned once again.
âbits. club, loads to drink⌠i think i spoke to reader at some point.â
âi definitely answered a call.â
he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to force his brain to work.
âshe was cryinâ.. why was she crying?â
alfie threw his hands up.
âi honestly canât remember bro.â
âwhat did she say?â, chip pushed him.
âi donât know,â alfie replied, firmer. âjust tell me.â
âright, so you donât remember shouting at her?â
âor telling her she ruined your trip?â
ânot even telling her to fix it?â
âreaderâs pregnant, ab.â
alfieâs mouth fell open.
âshe rang you because sheâd just found out. thank god sab was there.â
alfie looked at the ground confused, and flabbergasted.
then chip stepped closer,
âbro, you just mightâve threw away a four year relationship.â
alfieâs stomach lurched so violently he thought he was going to throw up.
he sat down on the couch with both his hands covering his face.
âplease donât hung up.â
âfuck. i hung up on her..â
he let out a broken sound, something between a laugh and a sob.
âiâd fucking kill someone for speaking to her like that.â
âwhat if she thinks i donât want our baby?â
chip didnât sugar coat it.
âafter that phone call? she probably does.â
alfie scrambled for his phone with shaking hands.
he could barely unlock it.
i didnât mean any of it
please donât think i donât want you
his thumb hovered over the keyboard again.
there wasnât a single sentence in the english language that could undo what heâd said.
was get on the next flight home.
