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Charlie was sitting on the couch. He didn't there was much to do. Alex was in his room and something told him he did not want to be disturbed. Charlie got up and went into his room. Maybe he could find something to do else then think of his flatmate: Alex, his guitar and his oh so sexy voice. What was wrong with Alex today? Charlie had woke him up at ten and he seemed happy. But when Alex had got a cup of tea he went back and his room and never came out. It really wasn't like him to do that. Every day he would stay in the kitchen or sit on the couch beside Charlie. They would sit there and just think. Charlie wanted to see what was wrong. He went to Alex's door and tried to hear what was going on.
" ... What if it doesn't work? ... But how do you know it will?... Do you really think I should do it?"
What was going on?! What did he want to do? Charlie had to sit down and think. He sat on the floor beside the door. There were so many questions he wanted to ask. Charlie sat there for hours. He heard Alex playing guitar and it made him sleepy. It was a song Alex had written on an evening where Charlie couldn't sleep. Charlie fell asleep. When he woke up Alex was looking down at him.
"What are you doing beside my door?! Were you spying on me?"
Charlie looked at his phone it was ten pm. He had slept all day.
"No!" Charlie was sure Alex didn't believe it. "... I just heard you playing your guitar. And feel asleep. "
Alex had a smile on his face.
" Do you want to come in? It must not be very comfortable on the ground like that. You can sleep in my bed."
"Okay ..."
Charlie was about to pick himself up but Alex was quicker he had him in his arms in less than 10 seconds. He transported Charlie to his bed and set him on it like if he was dynamite you did not want to burst. Charlie curled around Alex and listened to the guitar chords strum. Should he tell him? Was this the time where he would finally tell Alex how he felt?