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"FUCK," Alfie groaned against your lips as he backed you against his front door. You barely made it inside his flat before he had his lips on yours.

He kissed you frantically, like someone was going to come in and take you away from him any second. His hands slipped your her waist down to your ass, gripping it like it was his and his to keep, eliciting a soft moan from you.

Alfie chuckled into the kiss at your desperation. "You like that, then?"

You nodded, breathless. Your hands fisted the front of Alfie's shirt, needing something to hold onto to ground yourself in reality as he kissed down your jawline and throat. Something to keep yourself from letting out a desperate moan, wanting more.

Alfie obviously wasn't struggling with the same restraint. His mouth moved quickly along the column of your throat, nipping and sucking at the skin there. When you hissed and pulled back, he laughed lowly.

"No marks, Alfie!" you leaned your head back against the door, reaching your hand to your throat where you were sure a red mark was already blossoming. "People will see..."

You and Alfie had had this little arrangement for a little while now. It was casual, sure, but it was secret, too. But Alfie loved to push the boundaries.

Alfie's eyes darkened as a smirk spread across his face. His hands trailed back up your body, settling firmly on your hips. His fingertips grazed the skin below the hem of your shirt, and the contact had heat pooling in your stomach. It took everything in you not to squirm beneath his touch.

"Look at you," Alfie murmured, lips brushing your ear. "Falling apart for me already, and I haven't even touched you yet."

Then, before you could respond, Alfie's lips found the spot just below your ear. He sucked a slow and deliberate mark into the soft skin, like he wanted the world to know he'd been there.

You didn't know why you expected him to listen. Alfie was a cocky bastard, and if he wasn't such a great lay, you would like to think you’d never see him again. Deep down, though, you knew that wasn't true. Your heart was growing fonder of Alfie the more you guys hooked up, while your mind sounded the alarm bells.

You were drawn out of your thoughts as Alfie pressed his hips flush with yours, allowing you to feel the hard ridge of him against your clothed core. You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath, letting your head fall back against the door as Alfie ground against you slowly. The friction—even though you were both still fully clothed—was delicious.

"Alfie..." You said, hands curling around the nape of Alfie's neck. He picked his head up, looking into your eyes. "Bedroom."

"Ah." Alfie licked his lips as he pulled back from you, though his hands still settled on your hips. "You're a bossy girl tonight, huh?" You just narrowed your eyes at him, starting to get very impatient.

"Fine! Come on, come on," Alfie said, grabbing your wrist and practically yanking you up the stairs and into his bedroom.

The second they were inside, Alfie was pulling his t-shirt over his head and backing you onto the bed, pinning you down below him and smashing his lips to yours once again.

Alfie pulled your jumper over your head quickly, letting out a groan when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra. His thumb brushed over the bud of your nipple and it instantly hardened at the contact. "Fucking hell. Like you're trying to kill me or something, love."

His tongue flicked over your breasts, teeth nipping everywhere. As he sucked a mark into the valley, Alfie's hands trailed down your body, hooking into the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down without warning, your panties following suit.

Alfie's hand trails up your inner thigh before his fingers glided through your glistening folds. The touch is featherlight, but your back still arches off the bed and toward his hand, desperate for more.

Alfie chuckles, picking his head up to watch the expression on your face as his middle and ring finger slid through your slick folds. He teased your entrance, just barely pushing his fingertips inside, leaving you a whimpering mess.

"Look at you..." Alfie said, before thrusting his fingers roughly, eliciting a loud moan from you. "Such a mess for me."

The pace of his fingers quickened to a relentless pace. They curled just right, hitting that perfect spot every time. It had only been a few moments, but that familiar feeling at the base of your spine was already approaching you.

"Fuck!" You squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into Alfie's large shoulders as your toes curled. "Alfie, I—I'm gonna—"

"Hm?" Alfie smugly replied, not relenting his pace at all. He was once again being a cocky bastard, because he knew you were close. "What are you gonna do?"

You sat up on your forearms, moaning loudly as your walls spasmed around Alfie's fingers. Your hips bucked involuntarily, riding out the waves of your orgasm on Alfie's hand. Through it all, he didn't stop the thrust of his fingers—not until you pushed his hand away because you couldn't take the stimulation anymore. Alfie just laughed.

"Missed hearing those sounds from you, love," Alfie murmured, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the side of your throat.

Your breaths were shaky as you were still coming down from the high. Your fingers snaked into Alfie's curls, tugging gently. "It's barely been a week."

"Shit, you're right." Alfie stood up then, undoing the drawstring of his joggers. "Guess I should make you cum again, then." He reached into his nightstand and grabbed a condom. He ripped the package open with his teeth before rolling it over his thick cock. "For old time's sake."

You rolled your eyes at him. But Alfie barely gave you a moment to be annoyed with him, because he was hovering over you again. One hand gripped your hip while the other gripped his cock, slipping it through your slick folds teasingly, catching your clit and making you whimper.

"Please, Alfie..." you begged, attempting to clench around his leaking tip. The teasing was becoming too much. You needed him to move.

As if he had heard your thoughts, Alfie suddenly pushed all the way inside you in one swift motion. You yelped at the sudden fullness, but it was a delicious stretch.

Alfie watched your face as he began to move, your head falling back in a silent moan. He took the opportunity to bend down and swallow your lips in a kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth as he thrusted in and out.

You hummed into the kiss, letting your fingers dance into the curls at the nape of Alfie's neck. Alfie quickly started thrusting in a rhythmic pattern, finding that sweet spot inside you and hitting it over and over.

"Holy fuck," Alfie pulled back from the kiss, closing his eyes while still pumping into you quickly. He opened them again, letting his forehead rest against yours. "You gonna come for me, love?"

You could barely nod, the sensations becoming all too much for you to bear. And as if Alfie sensed all you needed was a little more to push you over the edge, his thumb found your clit and pressed down roughly.

Your second orgasm washed over you even more suddenly than the first. You let out a loud cry as the knot in your stomach that had been building finally snapped. Alfie followed directly after you, bottoming out as he filled the condom inside you.

His grip on your hips loosened as he pulled out and threw the condom into the trash can. He settled back on top of you, wrapping his large arms around your smaller frame. Alfie's face curled into the crook of your neck, pressing a long, warm kiss to the delicate skin there. "You did so well for me."

You couldn't help but smile at Alfie's words. You let your fingers dance across his back, tracing the defined lines of the taut muscles there. You caught your breath, the urgency of the moments before melting into something calmer.

Alfie's thumb rubbed slow, soothing circles across your hip absentmindedly. Your eyelids grew heavier with each slow circle.

"You gonna stay here?" Alfie's voice woke you from your drowsiness, your eyes shooting back open to meet his. He looked softer now than he did before. He looked like he wanted you to say yes.

Your expression softened, too. "Yeah. I mean, if you don't care, obviously."

Alfie's expression turned into another smirk. It wasn't a second longer before he was wrapping his arms around your waist and flipping both of you, so his chest was pressed against your bare back.

"Good," Alfie murmured, voice low with post-sex dreariness. He pressed a slow kiss to your shoulder blade, sending a shiver down your spine.

YOU TOOK A QUICK SIP OF WATER, LOOKING OUT AT THE WEMBLEY CROWD. It had been a great show so far, but before you played the song "Juno" you typically took a short break to talk to the crowd.

It was a cute tradition you had started on this tour, where you "arrested" someone for being too hot with fuzzy pink handcuffs, referencing a lyric from the song. Sometimes you would arrest a fan, a celebrity, or a friend who was in attendance. But no matter who you arrested, it was just a fun way to do some crowd work during the concert.

"How are we feeling so far, London?!" you turn the microphone to the crowd as they erupt with cheers.

It never fails to fill you with glee when you get to play to any crowd, especially when the crowd is as loud as London had been so far this evening. This was the last show of the tour and the crowd was clearly shaping up to be the best of the entire tour. But you may be a bit partial.

Not only were a lot of your close friends in the VIP box tonight, but your boyfriend was there, too. Chris had come to a few shows in other cities, but you had yet to arrest him during your "Juno" segment because you were waiting for the perfect time.

"London, I can't lie. There's a lot of attractive people in the audience tonight..." you said, twirling your hair around your finger playfully. "You lot are making me nervous!"

You laughed as the crowd went crazy again. When they simmered down a bit, you spoke again. "But I've gotta be honest with you, London. Someone here tonight has caught my attention..."

You made your way to where you knew Chris would be. He was standing right at the edge of the stage, trying to act nonchalant, but failing miserably when you stopped and pointed at him.

"Oh my God!" you said as the red and blue lights began to flash and police siren sounds began to play. "You, Sir. I've had my eyes on you all night! What's your name?"

When his face appeared on the screens throughout the arena, the crowd went insane. Chris flushed red as a spotlight turned on and pointed at him, ensuring everyone in the crowd had their eyes on him. When the crowd quieted a bit, Chris cupped his mouth with his hands, yelling "Chris!"

"Wow." You bring your hand up to your face, fanning yourself with it. "Chris. That has a nice ring to it." You tapped your chin, turning to the rest of the crowd. "London, doesn't that have a nice ring to it?" Chris tries to act humble, laughing as the crowd goes crazy once again.

"Listen, Chris. I have something to give you. Did you know that it's cuffing season?" you ask, kneeling near the edge of the stage where Chris was standing. You dangled a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs from your finger, and Chris instantly stuck his wrists out, like he was ready for you to actually put them on him, making you laugh.

"Oh, wow. You seem very eager!" you said, chuckling. Somehow, in the crowded stadium, this moment felt like it was just you and Chris. "Well, these are for you, Chris," you said, handing the handcuffs down to Chris. He took them, his warm touch brushing against your hand.

"Hopefully you can give me that ChrisMD later," You said with a wink. The crowd roared at your crude pun as you stood up. You watched as Chris's face flushed pink, not expecting you to say something like that.

"Alright, I'll end his suffering," you said as the backing track for the next song started playing. "This next song is called 'Juno!' It's dedicated to Chris!"

Back at home, Chris was basically waiting for you by the door. When you were finally home, he jumped up to greet you.

"God, you were great tonight," Chris said the second you stepped into the house. It obviously took you a bit longer to leave the venue than it did him, so Chris went home with friends. Since then, he had been pacing the living room floor, thinking about you and those damn handcuffs.

Chris wrapped his arms around you, backing you against the door as he peppered kisses across your neck and collarbone.

"Thank you, Chris," you said with a giggle. You put both your hands on Chris's shoulders, pushing him back a bit. He looked down at you with lust in his eyes. "At least let me walk in the door though, love."

"Fine," Chris grumbled, taking a step back. You walked through the house and toward your shared bedroom, your bag slung over your shoulder. He followed behind you like a lost puppy.

"The crowd loved you, Chris. They were so loud!" you said as you unpacked your bag. When you turned around, you had a sneaky look on your face. "What did you do with those handcuffs?"

Chris smirked, reaching into his back pocket and pulling them out. He let them dangle from his finger, just like you had a few hours ago on stage, when you were giving them to him.

"I'm glad you kept those," you said, taking slow steps toward Chris. He gulped when you reached him and touched the handcuffs. "What were you planning on doing with them?"

Chris shook his head, stuttering. "I, uh, don't—"

"Good," you said, taking the handcuffs from him assertively. "I've got an idea."

The look in Chris's eyes was a mix of desire and morbid curiosity. You were a pillow princess to your core, so neither of you were used to you exploring your more dominant side. However, tonight those handcuffs had you feeling some type of way.

Chris's mouth went dry as you backed him toward the bed. He felt your gaze rake across his body, eyes settling on the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Babe…" you said, your hand toying with the waistband of his sweats. As your fingers dipped just underneath his sweatpants, Chris’s breath hitched. "You need to lose these trousers."

Chris didn’t even hesitate. He untied the drawstring and removed them quickly. You were pleased when you saw the already hard ridge of him through his boxers, showing you he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

Chris sat on the bed, back against the headboard. You followed, straddling his lap. Chris hummed as you ground down against him.

You leaned down and kissed Chris messily. Your mouthes worked together into a hot and sloppy kiss. Your tongue dipped inside his mouth and your hands danced through his curly hair.

You grabbed the hem of Chris’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Beneath you, Chris was left in just his boxers, while you were above him still fully dressed. When Chris notices this, he reaches up to the hem of your top.

"No, no," you said, leaning back from his grasp. You reached beside him and grabbed the handcuffs once again. "Put your hands together."

He knit his brows together. "Are you actually going to—"

"Chris," you said, more stern now. He gulped, but then he did it. You smirked as you felt Chris’s erection beneath your core, knowing that he was getting off on this too.

You moved his arms above his head and clasped the handcuffs around his wrists, leaving his wrists restrained to the headboard. He was below you, completely at your mercy. His eyes were full of lust, ready for you to do whatever you want to him.

Suddenly he's attacking you in a kiss again. His wet kisses trailed from your mouth and down your jawline and toward your neck. But you weren't having it. Chris gasped as you slipped your hands into his hair and tugged his head back.

His eyes met yours and his pupils were blown out, full of need. Desire, for you and only you. He tried to lean forward to kiss your neck, but your grip strengthened in his hair, forcing a whimper from his lips.

"You get what I give you," you said, letting go of your hold on Chris’s hair. He gulped, looking at you in a whole new light. Your dominant side was coming out in full force now, and the tightness in Chris’s boxers showed just how much he liked what you were doing.

You dragged your hands down Chris’s chest, your fingers roaming the hard ridges of his abs. You paused just before your fingers dipped into his boxers.

He just looked at you, practically squirming with need. "Reader… please."

You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck. You were extremely aware of Chris’s hardness below you, giving you an idea.

You swayed your hips, grinding down on Chris’s erection. Even through your clothes, his hardness hit all your sweet spots. He let out a groan, throwing his head back against the headboard.

"Come on, baby," you breathed out, leaning in mere centimeters from Chris’s mouth. "Can you come for me? I don’t need to touch you, do I?"

"Baby, I—"

You cut him off as you start to grind your hips harder now. He instantly starts falling apart, turning into a moaning, groaning mess below you.

You connect your lips to his, swiping your tongue across his lip as you continue with the rhythm you set with your hips, determined to make him come through his pants.

As you continue to grind down, the hard ridge of him hits your clit again and again. Even through your clothes, it was amazing.

The intensity of the moment builds and builds until Chris’s head falls back, his whole body going rigid. His mouth falls open, and you watch as his orgasm falls over him.

A warm sense of pride grows in your chest as you feel his release. He loves you so much that he came without you laying a finger on him. That made you feel things, to say the least.

"Oh my God," Chris laughed drily, looking up at his still-bound hands. "We are definitely doing this again."

You laugh, leaning down to press a short, sweet kiss to his lips. "Oh we definitely will."

the first time he stopped by your shop was an awkward disaster. alfie had gotten his first tattoo while on a trip to los angeles, and he had known that he wanted to get more. the only problem was, he had no idea what he wanted.

when he arrived back in england, he asked some of his london-based friends for tattoo shop recommendations, and they pointed him your way, as you’d done tattoos on several other youtubers.

the second he stepped into your shop, he looked like a deer in headlights. you had assumed he was an overwhelmed first time customer, so you waltzed up to him, ready to help him in any way you could.

"hi there! how can i help you?"

alfie stood frozen in the middle of your shop, looking at you like it was his first day on earth.

"uh—i’m alfie… i have an appointment. with tom, i think?"

"oh!" your eyebrows raised with recognition, remembering what your coworker had texted you that morning. "he messaged me about this. he had something come up and couldn’t work today, so i’m gonna do your appointment."

alfie just blinked at you. you were worried that you had said something wrong.

"is that okay?" you ask, scratching your neck.

"uh—y-yeah. that’s fine."

after a few seconds of alfie standing there awkwardly, you clear your throat and point toward your chair. "have a seat then."

alfie walked over and sat in your tattoo chair, mentally cursing himself for being so damn awkward as you grabbed your sketchbook.

you pulled up your stool, sit so close to alfie that you could smell his cologne. you put your book in front of him for him to look through.

"do you know what you’d like?"

"what?!" alfie asks, cheeks turning pink ever-so slightly.

"what would you like. for your tattoo?" you clarify, raising an eyebrow at him slightly.

alfie leans forward, scratching his chin idly. "uh… i don’t really—i had no—like—plan. i don’t…"

"that’s fine," you say, flipping through your sketchbook to some pages you usually show the indecisive people. "do you have any tattoos yet? or will this be your first?"

alfie blinks and holds out his arm. you take his arm, looking at the cute sketched deer.

"this is cool. is there a meaning?"

"oh, it’s kinda—fuck," he mutters under his breath. "it’s from a game. does that make me seem like a loser? i’m not, i swear."

you laugh at how awkward this man was being. "no, it doesn’t. that’s cute, actually."

alfie froze like a deer in headlights, awestruck that someone as pretty as you had given him even an ounce of a compliment. he tried to shake it off, but couldn’t as he felt his cheeks turning pink.

alfie looked through the book, settling on a pine tree. as you went to the back to get the stencil, alfie tried to get rid of his nerves, hyping himself up in the nearby mirror.

"come on, alfie. get your shit together. you’re embarrassing yourself. she’s a fucking rocket, but you can’t—"

the sound of you clearing your throat sent alfie flying back to the chair. he prayed you didn’t hear a word.

you applied the stencil, making sure the positioning was good for alfie before you began on the tattoo itself.

as you got close again, tattoo gun in hand, you got a whiff of alfie’s cologne again. it was deep and woody, and the scent alone sent butterflies to your stomach.

you made some awkward small talk with him. the tattoo wasn’t too big, so it didn’t take long before you were all done.

"what do you think?"

alfie doesn’t even look down at his arm before he’s nodding. "yeah, looks great."

"…okay," you said, getting up and heading towards the counter to write up the bill.

alfie gives you his card and you get the bill squared away, then hand it back.

"alright then, you’re free to go."

alfie took his card back, but stood there awkwardly, not quite leaving but also not quite staying. he finally turns to leave, but your voice stops him.

"alfie," you say, resting your hands on the counter. he turns to face you, eyebrows raised. "wanna get drinks sometime?"

he doubles over, laughing at himself. "yeah, jesus christ."

you laugh, walking around the counter and towards him. "i’m not doing anything now. are you busy?"

he shakes his head, rubbing his brow. “nah, let’s do it. thanks for putting me out of my misery, by the way. i almost died back there."

"yeah, me too," you said as you guys start to walk out the front of your shop. "you think i’m a rocket, by the way?"

he freezes in the doorway, bell jingling overhead. "you heard that?"

"uh huh," you say, pushing him lightly out the door so you could lock it. "you aren’t subtle either, love."

YOU HAD HAD A SHIT DAY TO SAY THE LEAST. For starters, your alarm hadn’t gone off that morning, causing you to have to rush to get ready for work. And since you were late leaving your flat, you were late catching your train.

As if being nearly an hour late to work wasn’t enough, the universe decided to throw more at you. There was a meeting first thing that morning that your boss had emphasized was "non-negotiable" in approximately a thousand emails. That you missed.

You caught the very end of the meeting, just walking in as everyone was leaving. Your colleagues sent you judgmental, disapproving looks as they walked out past you, leaving you alone with your boss, Mr. Williams.

"Well, Reader…" he said, setting down his coffee mug with a bit too much force. "What made you finally decide to show up?"

You couldn’t help but frown. Because you tried your fucking hardest to get here on time. Instead of replying with a snippy reply, you bite your tongue, valuing keeping your job over cursing out your boss.

"I’m sorry. My train—" You start, but Mr. Williams cuts you off with a hand up.

"Save it," he said, standing up. He couldn’t even bat an eye in your direction. "If you want to keep your job, you’ll make yourself useful and get me another fucking coffee."

And then he left, leaving you standing alone in the conference room, fighting tears. All of this because of your stupid fucking alarm clock.

The rest of your day at work consisted of you running mindless errands for your boss, in hopes that he won’t fire you. Five cups of coffee later, you seemed to have survived the day with your job as you leave work, heading back home on your train.

You pull out your phone to see a text from your boyfriend, Arthur.

arthur: be safe getting home from work lovely. i can’t wait to see you this evening, i missed you today! ❤️

You couldn’t even muster a reply. If you did, you’d probably burst into tears right there on the train. You were just too exhausted.

By the time you got home, you were exhausted. You had a tension headache that felt like someone was ripping out your hair, your neck hurt from slouching at a screen all day, and you were overall just irritated and overstimulated to all hell.

As you shoved your key in the lock to your front door, you took a deep breath. You were pissed off at the world today, but you were not going to take out your emotions on your boyfriend. Hopefully.

As you stepped into the front door and slid off your shoes, a pleasant aroma hit you and stopped you in your tracks.

You followed the smell, making your way into the kitchen.

Arthur was stood there in a black hoodie and grey joggers with his back to you, Chinese takeaway containers strewn across the countertop. He had two plates out in front of him and was scooping noodles out of a container with careful consideration.

And just beside the mess of the takeaway containers, was a beautiful bouquet. They were a mix of pink carnations and lilies, your absolute favorite flowers. They were wrapped in brown paper and tied with a bow.

You nearly lost it at the sight, but you managed to contain your emotions enough not to burst into tears then and there.

Arthur noticed you and jumped a bit, not realizing you had come in. "No! This was meant to be a surprise! I didn’t think you’d be home yet."

And there you went. Hot tears streaked down your cheeks, surely messing up your makeup from the day you’d had.

"Oh, love." Arthur’s face instantly knit into concern, dropping the takeaways on the counter and walking right over to you. He placed both his hands on either side of your face, lifting it to face him. "Please don’t cry. Talk to me."

Arthur wrapped his arms around you, rubbing a comforting hand up and down your back. You just leaned into his chest, tears staining his hoodie. When you finally calmed your tears down, you pulled back, looking up at Arthur through teary eyelashes.

"I had a really shit day." You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. "But I’m just being ridiculous."

"Oh, baby," Arthur said, chuckling lowly. His thumb brushed over your cheeks, swiping away your stray tears. "You’re not being ridiculous. It’s okay to have a bad day."

Arthur kissed your hairline absentmindedly, because he was just that sweet. You’d just walked in the door and started crying and he didn’t even bat an eye. He just instantly started comforting you, because that’s the man he was. And you loved him for it.

He didn’t say anything, he just wrapped a delicate hand around your wrist and led you toward the food he had on the counter.

You guys sat there and ate the food right there on the kitchen floor. You told him about your day from hell, but you didn’t cry. You just moved on, choosing to live in the moment with your boyfriend, instead of dwelling on the past.

"I nearly forgot about your flowers, love," Arthur said, jumping up from the floor to grab the bouquet of flowers you had noticed when you got home earlier. He held a hand out to you to pull you up, while simultaneously showing you your flowers with the other. "Do you like them?"

You knew that the flowers existed, but your eyes still watered when he showed you them. This man was too sweet for his own good.

"I love them," your voice broke as the tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. "Fuck, Arthur. I don’t deserve you."

"Hey," he said, setting the bouquet down again. He held your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting your head up toward him. "Don’t say that. You deserve the world."

You just stared at him for a moment. Then you leaned forward and kissed him. He melted into it instantly, meeting your lips with a soft and warm kiss. His hand slid around your waist, the other running up your neck and into your hair.

When you finally pulled apart, your foreheads rested together, both of you soaking up the bliss of the domestic moment.

"I love you, Reader," Arthur said gently. Then he pulled away, finding a spare vase and prepping the bouquet for it.

You just smiled at the sight, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s waist. "I love you too, Arthur."

THE SUN HAD JUST STARTED TO PEAK THROUGH THE CURTAINS WHEN ALFIE BLINKED AWAKE. For a moment, he just lay there, watching you sleeping peacefully beside him. You breathed softly, getting some much needed rest after a very long week.

You had had a lot on your plate the past week. Alfie had been off on a trip for YoungLA, leaving you home with your two year-old, Willa. Normally, you would be fine handling Willa on your own, but the day that Alfie left Willa had gotten a stomach bug.

Willa was sick for days, and caring for her had left you drained. She was feeling better now, but all of her unspent energy from when she was ill had caught up to her, and now she was barely sleeping through the night. Which is why Alfie heard the low muttering of her talking to herself in her room through the baby monitor.

He slipped out of bed slowly, careful not to wake you as he bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. He padded out of your shared room and toward Willa’s, rubbing his eyes of sleep.

The second Willa saw him, her eyes lit up. She lifted her arms up toward him from where she sat up in her cot. "Daddy!"

"Morning, bug," Alfie whispered, wrapping Willa into an embrace. He picked her up and held her at his hip. She rubbed her eyes as he stepped out into the sunlit hallway and headed downstairs.

"Where Mummy at?" Willa asked, resting her little head against Alfie’s chest as they entered the kitchen. She was always so sleepy, but she still insisted on waking up in the early hours of the morning for some reason.

"She’s asleep." Alfie sat Willa on the counter as he began getting things they’d need from the cupboard. He pulled out a big mixing bowl and put it beside Willa on the counter. "We’re gonna surprise her with some breakfast. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah!" Willa called, immediately trying to grab the bowl Alfie had just sat down. "Pancake?"

Alfie smiled down at his daughter, tucking a strand of her messy hair behind her ear. He leaned down and pressed a small kiss to her forehead. "Of course pancakes, Willa. Mummy's favorite."

They didn't even last ten minutes.

The kitchen was a complete disaster. They had used approximately 30 different bowls, flour was scattered across every surface imaginable, and somehow batter had ended up in both Alfie's and Willa's hair.

"Right, bug. It's time for us to—" Alfie turned around to see Willa stealing blueberries with a mischievous look on her face, thinking Alfie couldn't see. He pointed the wooden spoon he'd been using for the batter at her. "Oi! Put those down!"

Willa froze with a handful of blueberries incriminating her. Without even batting an eye, she ate the rest. Then she laughed in Alfie's face like a true daddy's girl who knows her dad won't yell at her for it.

Alfie just sighed, then scooped Willa up and brought her over to the stove. "We've gotta start cooking these, bug. Before your mum wakes up."

She nodded like she had a mission now. "'Kay!"

Alfie touched the pan lightly to see if it was hot enough and hissed as it burned to the touch. "Fuck!"

Willa looked at Alfie with a mischievous glint in her eye. She opened her mouth to repeat Alfie, but he spoke up before she could. "Do not repeat that! Your mother will kill me..."

"Kill?" Willa asked, turning her head to the side out of curiosity. Alfie just dropped his head, accepting defeat that he had taught your daughter some new vocabulary words this morning.

Willa watched with an excited grin as Alfie got the bowl of batter and poured out the first pancake. It was going great. Until he flipped it and it fell apart completely. The next one looked promising, however.

"Now we're cooking, Will!" Alfie ruffles your daughter's hair before turning around to grab a plate for the pancakes. He was not even turned around for five seconds when he smelled something burning.

He turned around quickly, running over to the stove and pulling the pancake out of the pan. It had somehow transformed into a hockey puck in the five seconds he was across the kitchen.

Smoke curled up from the stove and toward the ceiling, and Willa pointed to it and laughed like the menace she was.

Then the smoke alarm started up with a loud: BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

"No, no!" Alfie yelled as Willa continued laughing. He lunged into action, grabbing a tea towel and waving it frantically at the smoke. He cracked the windows in the kitchen as well, then grabbed the smoke detector and pulled the batteries out. He grabbed Willa from the counter and sat down on the kitchen floor, catching his breath.

"Fuck," Willa giggled, looking up at Alfie. He couldn't even be mad at your daughter for swearing, because she used it in the perfect context.

"Yeah," Alfie said, rubbing his brow. "Fuck."

Upstairs, you jump awake at the sound of chaos downstairs. You basically fall out of bed, leaving your room and heading down to where the noise was coming from.

You take in the state of the kitchen. Alfie and Willa must have used the whole bag of flour, judging by how much of it was throughout the room. The smoke detector that had woken you a few seconds before was on the counter with the batteries taken out.

And on the floor, right in the middle of the kitchen, was Alfie and your daughter Willa. He looked out of breath, clutching a tea towel for some reason. Beside him, Willa just grinned.

"Mummy!" she smiled and jumped up, arms out for a hug. You reach down and scoop her up. “We make pancakes!"

"Really?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at Alfie. "Where… are they?"

Alfie shakes his head, standing up from the ground. "I’m sorry, love. We wanted to do something nice for you. But we’re just so shit at cooking and we kinda fucked it. I’m sorry."

Your chest tightened as you looked between your beaming daughter in your arms and your doting boyfriend in front of you. Your eyes watered slightly as you thought about how lucky you are for your little family. Even if they can’t cook for shit.

"That is very sweet, Alfie," you said, putting Willa down.

A faint pink rose to Alfie’s cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you said, wrapping your arms around his waist. You kissed him slowly, tasting the pancake batter on his lips. 

On the floor behind you, Willa dropped a metal bowl with a loud clang. "Fuck!"

You had never pulled back from Alfie quicker. Your eyes were open wide at him, but he avoided eye contact. You turned slowly toward Willa.

"Willa." you picked her up and propped her on your hip. She practically melted into your side. "You can’t say that word, baby."

"Daddy says it!" Willa said, pointing to a very guilty looking Alfie.

You narrowed your eyes at Alfie. "Well, daddy’s gonna be in big trouble for saying that."

Alfie just grinned that wicked grin he had when he was saying something inappropriate. "Guess you’re gonna have to punish me then."

THE BASS THUMPED IN YOUR CHEST. Enough to rattle your eardrums a bit. The trendy rooftop bar you were at buzzed with people laughing, the clink of glasses, and the sounds of the city of London at night.

As of late, your mind has been stuck on one Alfie Buttle. You had been seeing each other casually, but you were slowly developing feelings that Alfie did not reciprocate. Most recently, you had hooked up with him and the next morning, he could barely look you in the eye, leaving you confused and upset.

So, your girls (Liv and Sabina) decided to take you on a night out to get your mind off of Alfie.

Sabina and Liv were clearly a bit overwhelmed by the chaos that surrounded them, sending each other tentative glances whenever things got a bit too much. However, you were just tipsy enough not to care.

You leaned against the bar as you swirled your drink on the counter. It was your usual, a gin and tonic.

If Alfie were here, he'd be chirping about how gin and tonics "taste like cleaning chemicals" or something else equally annoying that would make you smile. The smile flew off your face though when you caught what you were doing.

You were not supposed to be thinking about Alfie tonight. The whole reason Sabina and Liv had brought you here was to get your mind off him.

You mentally cursed yourself for being so easy once again. You and Alfie had hooked up only a handful of times, and somehow he had found himself a permanent spot stuck in your mind.

When you finally tuned back into the conversation, Liv was waffling about Isaac and mugs, gesturing wildly with her hands like the true Italian girl she was. Sabina nodded along enthusiastically, sipping her drink.

"And then he told me I should put the mug back! Which is crazy, because he was buying another little football goal for the apartment!"

Sabina shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Men. They just don't get TK Maxx like we do, do they?"

Liv shook her head. "Absolutely not..."

Across the rooftop, you could hear the starting notes to a song. Your song. As your ears piqued, you grabbed Liv's and Sabina's wrists so hard that it almost knocked their drinks out of their hands.

As you began pulling the girls toward the dance floor, Sabina spoke up, nearly tripping over the bar stool she was sitting on. "Y/N, calm down! You're gonna rip our arms off if you keep up."

You spun around, still walking toward the dance floor, just backwards. "Sorry," you said, letting go of the girls' wrists. "But this is my song!"

Liv and Sabina shared a knowing glance before Liv spoke. "Never Say Never?"

"Yes!" You jumped as you got to the floor before you began to dance like nobody was watching.

You were buzzing with energy now, and as much as Liv and Sabina would rather sip drinks and chat than dance all night, they couldn't help but feel glad that you were having fun and getting your mind off Alfie.

You were having so much fun on the dance floor, that as you spun, you knocked right into somebody behind you.

"Shit, sorry," you said, turning to face who you'd bumped into.

He was... fine. That was the word for it. He had a nice enough face, and a decent outfit on. He was taller than you, but not that tall. Not as tall as Alfie.

"It's okay," he said, steadying you by your elbows. The quick gaze up and down he gave you went unnoticed by yourself. You were too busy thinking about what Alfie would've done if he'd been the one you bumped into.

Stop doing that, you thought to yourself. You are supposed to be forgetting Alfie.

"I'm Mark," he added, sending you a charismatic smile.

You took one look at Mark and made a decision. He was exactly what you needed right now: somebody to get your mind off of Alfie Buttle.

"Y/N," you offered, beginning to sway to the music once again.

The song had changed, and Sabina and Liv were nowhere to be found. You assumed that they'd snuck off to continue sipping drinks and chatting about God knows what, but you didn't mind. You had other things to do now.

"Has anyone ever told you you’re a good dancer?" Mark leaned in slightly so you could hear him over the loud music. His hands hovered at your waist, as if asking permission silently.

"Once or twice," you said, a smirk tugging at your lips. That was the tackiest line ever. If this was any other night, you wouldn’t even give this man the time of day.

"Figures," he said with a smile. He had taken another step toward you, allowing his hands to settle on your waist confidently now. "You've got actual rhythm. Most of the people here are just... jumping."

You giggled. "Right."

You danced with Mark, swaying to the music with him easily. He spun you sloppily, but he did it with enough confidence that it made you smile. When you turned back to face him, he stopped you against his chest.

And then it just... happened.

Mark leaned down toward you. Slowly, as if he was giving you the option to back out if you wanted to. You didn't, though.

Instead, you closed the distance between you two. Your lips pressed together in a slow, sweet kiss. It was fine. Not terrible, not amazing, just fine.

Even as you tried to lean into it, your mind betrayed you. Because you couldn't help but think about how you wished it was Alfie.

You pulled away with a breath, putting a bit of space between you and Mark.

Fucking Mark. What the hell were you thinking, kissing some random guy at the club? Liv was gonna be pissed. If she wasn't already watching you from some corner of the roof, shaking her head disapprovingly.

"I'm gonna go grab another drink," you said, gesturing toward the bar, already stepping that way.

"Fair enough," Mark nodded, scratching the back of his neck. "I'll be here."

You sent him a small nod before ducking off the dance floor. You beelined straight for the bar, not even bothering to look for Liv and Sabina. You needed another drink.

"Can I get a shot? Tequila?" You asked the bartender, drumming your fingers gently on the bar top as you waited.

Within a few moments, the bartender was setting the shot glass in front of you. You picked it up and tapped it on the counter out of habit, before throwing it back in one go. It burned going down, and it made you wince.

"Right," you muttered to no one in particular.

Your hand reached into your bag and pulled out your phone on its own accord. Your brain didn't catch up to you until you were staring at Alfie's contact.

And then you were typing.

ALFIE DIDN'T KNOW WHY HE SHOWED UP TO THIS CLUB. Especially after you specifically told him not to show up. But you had texted him tonight. You may have been slightly inebriated when you did, but either way, you did it.

And Alfie couldn't get it out of his mind.

He had made some questionable decisions lately, but this one seemed particularly fucked. He had told himself to stop messing around with you. He knew you were too good a woman to deal with his commitment issues. He took a step back from everything to avoid anybody getting hurt, but he had somehow ended up hurting you more.

But you texted him. That had to mean something, right?

The second the lift doors opened, Alfie stepped out and onto the roof. The bass of the music thrummed in his chest. It was heavy and overwhelming, but it didn't stop him from scanning the roof for you.

It took him about five seconds to spot you.

You were standing at the bar, waving down the bartender. Your smile was beaming and your cheeks were flushed pink, a telltale sign that you were a bit tipsy already.

But just as Alfie started walking toward you, he saw something that stopped him in his tracks. You were with a guy, and his arm was wrapped around your fucking waist.

He watched as the guy leaned down and whispered something in your ear, making you laugh.

Absolutely the fuck not.

His jaw tightened as his feet carried him across the roof before his mind knew any better. He walked past dozens of people, all dancing, jumping, and having a good time, but his eyes never left you.

The guy looked at him first. He immediately straightened his posture, as if that would help his height in comparison to Alfie. He nearly laughed in the guy's face.

You turned to face Alfie a split second later. A spark of recognition washed over your face, before something else unreadable took over your expression.

"You came," you said, breathless. You looked Alfie up and down, no shame whatsoever. It boosted Alfie's ego just a bit more.

"Yeah," was all he said. He checked you out in return. Because apparently that's what you guys were doing tonight.

The guy looked between you and Alfie, confusion across his face. "Do you guys know each other?" he asked, gesturing between the pair.

Alfie didn't look away from you.

"Something like that," you said, glancing at the guy for only a second. Then your eyes were back on Alfie.

The guy wrapped his arm around your shoulders, obviously trying to get you to walk away with him. You shrugged his arm off smoothly.

"Sorry," Alfie said, finally turning to face the guy. "Who the fuck are you?"

He just blinked at Alfie. "I'm Mark."

Alfie took a single step toward him, and a flash of panic spread across Mark's face. "Well, Mark. You can fuck off. She's going home."

Mark's eyes darted between Alfie and you, not sure where to look or what to do. Mark noticed your gaze still fixed on Alfie, and he cleared his throat.

"Listen, Y/N," Mark started, leaning in toward you slightly. "Are you okay? Do you wanna get away from this guy?"

You looked between the two men. You looked at Mark and opened your mouth to speak, but Alfie beat you to it.

"I told you to fuck off, mate." Alfie stepped closer to Mark with a look of pure hatred on his face. He looked as if Mark stood in front of him for one more minute, he would knock his teeth in.

Mark stood his ground for about two seconds before he gulped and removed his arm from you. He took a step away, seemingly realizing this situation was not worth it.

"Uh, come find me if," he gestured toward Alfie, "that doesn't work out," Mark said before scurrying off across the rooftop.

Alfie just laughed before leaning forward against the bar, right next to you. He tapped the bar and somehow the bartender knew that he wanted a shot. He threw it back without missing a beat.

The second Mark was gone, you turned to face Alfie, crossing your arms. You were pissed off judging by the look on your face, but Alfie didn't pay it any mind. He liked it better when you were a little mad anyway.

"What the fuck was that, Alfie?"

He knitted his brows together, playing dumb. "What?"

You placed a palm to Alfie's chest and promptly shoved him. He didn't move much, but Alfie was impressed by the strength you did have. You were a small woman, but you could clearly pack a punch.

"Alfie, you don't just get to show up and mess everything up!" Your eyes glistened as you spoke, getting more and more worked up. "I mean, for fuck's sake! The whole reason I'm here tonight is to stop fucking thinking about you!"

Alfie, froze at that. For some reason, it had never occurred to him that you might be thinking about him, as he thought about you.

He placed both his hands on your shoulders, steadying you.

"Come on," was all he said. A hand slid to the small of your back, before he was guiding you through the crowd and to the lift.

You didn't protest. Not as you got into the lift with Alfie, not as he called for an Uber, and not as you stepped out onto the pavement to wait for it.

"Alf..." you spoke, nearly a whisper. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering a little bit in the crisp night air.

"Hm?" Alfie hummed, looking up from whatever he was doing on his phone. He slipped his jacket off absentmindedly and laid it over your shoulders.

"Liv and Sabina are gonna freak out when they can't find me," you said as you slipped your arms through the sleeves of his coat.

"I already texted Sabina." Alfie waved his phone before he stuck it in his jeans pocket. "That's our car, by the way."

He opened the door for you without a word. Like this was all normal for you two. You slid into the backseat, Alfie's jacket still clinging to your shoulders. He slid in beside you, shutting the door.