America x Reader: Kiss Me Slowly

Chapter One: Stay with Me

"~Tonight don't leave me alone.Walk with me, come and walk with me,To the edge of all we've ever known."

You sit at the local diner, waiting for your boyfriend, Alfred, to pick you up from work like he always has for the last year.
"Where is he?"  you look at your watch again, an hour had passed from when you had gotten off.
Your phone vibrates, showing a message from Alfred: "sorry____, kinda fell asleep. Don't worry! Your hero is on his way! Love ya babe, see you soon!  ~I'm-The-Hero <3"

" Well at least he's coming....." You sigh softly and sip your coffee, watching the rain fall. Your thoughts drift back to when you two had first met.

------flashback------------

It was raining, much like tonight, you had just gotten off the city bus to head home. You didn't mind the rain as long as you had your music. As you walk into your apartment on the fourteenth floor you  take a quick shower, throw on some sweatpants and relax on your battered couch, skimming through your favorite songs, finally ending on your favorite Parachute Album:  "The Way it Was".

"~I can see you there with the city lights, Fourteenth floor, pale blue eyes."

As you listen to the song lyrics you notice your childhood crush, alfred, who happened to move into the building next to yours, in your ipod's reflection.  You sigh sadly, remembering how growing up he never seemed to notice you,despite your best efforts to become friends, either way, it didn't help being shy in any case.  

From what you could see, it looked like Alfred was working out, through his glass balcony door's partially drawn curtains. Blushing, you decide to get a better look, peeking around your curtains.

He was wearing  a black tank-top and blue-grey sweatpants, and appeared to be bench-pressing something abnormally large. You couldn't tell what the object was and as you leaned further and further from the cover of your curtains, you notice it was a refrigerator nearly resting on his chest, his arms straining to keep it as far from his body as possible.

Instinctively you run to go help him, tripping and pulling your curtains down as you go running down the stairs into his building, you look for "A. Jones" on the fourteenth floor and take the elevator up, (because lets face it, its faster than running up all those flights of stairs). You knock and open the door to his apartment, running in to help.

"Alfred! Are you ok--" your words cut off.

You blush, speechless on the sight you are witnessing.