A/N – this is the first crossover i've done, and i love both AARSON and CHRYED and thought what it would be like to put these characters together. I've only intended to write a few chapters, but if you like the way i'm going with this and want me to keep going i will and if i do keep going then more characters will be wrttin in. I hope you enjoy.
"You haven't lost me, i never had ya" Thosewere the last words Jackson said to his lover, Aaron. Jacksons mind kept going back to that night, the night were he told his boyfriend that it was over for good, that he had enough of his temper. It had been two months since he saw his ex lover, His heart, still dented by the words of Aaron telling him he didnt love him back. But it was healing and it was time to move on. The builder got a job in East London to help re-build a fish and chips shop that got caught on fire, At first he wasnt going to take the job, but he had to get out of that village, he had to get away from him. Jackson climbed out of the taxi with his ruck sack, he looked around the busy streets of Albert Sqaure, He saw a busty women with short black hair arguing outside the local pub, this put a smile on the builders face, as it reminded him of someone else he knew. He sighed at the thought of the women who popped into his mind, He missed the village, he missed his mother, he felt bad for just leaving her at Paddy's, but he couldnt stay there any longer, he couldnt bare to see the mechanics face, it would just break his heart even more than it did. Jackson heads to Kim's Palace to check in. Once he's in his room, he makes sure the door is locked, the women who runs the B&B scared him a little. Once he's settled, he picks up his mobile to call his mum, Hazel. The phone call lasts upto four hours, it was only meant to be a quick hello and to tell her he arrived okay, But Hazel knew how to talk. It was mostly about how Hazel couldnt take anymore of working with Brenda. Jackson finally ends the phone call and grabs his leather jacket. The builder sits at the bar enjoying his pint, he has already met Alfi, the owener of the Queen Vic, Telling him the reason why he is in Walford. The night comes to an end and Jackson heads back to the B&B and tries to advoid Kim, as much as possible. The brown eyed builder gets changed and climbs into bed, lying there, everything that's happened over flows his mind, why can't he just forget him? Just move on and be with someone that didnt involve drama, Is that even possible? Maybe he just needed a friend, someone to talk to, someone who was going through the same thing, Then he relised, he has no friends, he has left everyone. But is that going to change? Will he meet someone to help him through his broken heart? Jackson turned the lamp off at the side table and rolled on to his side to fall into a deep sleep.
Syed stands outside his parents house, in the early hours of Sunday morning, nervous about walking through those doors and explaining why he isnt in America with his husband. Syed took a deep breathe and chapped the door in front of him, he waited which seemed two seconds, before the door swong opened, Syed stared at his father, looking back at him with suprised shock on his face! Masood huged his son and invited him into his home. He could hear his mother moaning from the kitchen, he missed her moaning and complaining, he was glad to be home. He walks into the kitchen to find his mother cooking breakfast, he watches her for a second untill he finally speaks.
"Hello Ma" Zainab turns round to see her eldest son standing in the door frame.
"Syed?" she cries out and greets her son with a hug. "I've missed you so much, Pappu!" Says Zainab while hugging her son.
"I've missed you too!"
"Christian not with you?" his mother asks
"uh, no. He couldn't get time off work" He lied.
"That's a shame! Right, well I'm going to make something really special tonight!" Zainab says with excitement.
Syed smiles at his mum and heads into the living room, he felt bad for lying to her, but he didn't want to get into the real reason why he is here, he is sick of his family thinking he is a failure and wants to prove them wrong, even if its covered with lies.
Syed is sitting around the dinning room table with his family, his mother made Samosa's, her sons favourite.
"So, what brings you back to London?" His father asks him.
"Just thought wanted to see my family" Syed smiles
Masood just nods, he knew his son was lying, he knew him to well and he was going to get to the bottom of it!
After Dinner, his father asks the oldest son to help with the washing up, as they both get into the kitchen, Masood shuts the door.
"Don't tell me you two have ran out of money already!" Masood moans
"What? No, its not that!"
"Then what is it? I know for a fact you didn't come all this way from America to just to visit! What is it Syed?"
"It's nothing! Don't worry about it dad, it will all get sorted" Syed puts on a fake smile
"So, you and Christian are okay, yeah?"
"Yes! Now stop worrying!" Syed pats his dad on the shoulder with a sad look on his face, he had no idea what to tell his parents, two failed marriages and no job, wasn't exactly something to be proud of and he knew how is mother would react. Syed heads up to his room, he throws his bag on to the bed and pulls out an envelope, he stares at it for awhile before finally opening it, he sits on his bed, with a deep sigh he reads the letter.
Dear My Syed, I am so sorry to do it this way, but I have no other choice, you would of just looked at me with those beautiful eyes of yours and everything I have built up to say would be all gone, but that's not fair on you. I spent a long time loving you and caring for you, but its not enough any more, I have told you a million times before that I wanted us to have another child, I love Yasmin with all my heart, but you only see her as yours and not mines and yours, every time I brought it up, you would say sorry and then never bring it up again, I cant keep living my life like this. I have put up with so much from you and I just can't do it any more, I got offered a job in New York, and I'm going to take it, I need to get away for awhile, have time to think about things, Don't think I don't love you, because I do Sy, I do with all my heart. I just need to do this, please give Yasmin a kiss for me. Love from your Clarkey. X x
Tears run down Syed's face as he reads the last line of the letter. Why does he always do this? Every time something is actually going good in his life, he messes it up, one way or another. He throws the letter to the floor and wraps himself with his bed cover, Is he ever going to change? Will someone help him through this heard time? Syed hugs into his duvet as he sobs in the darkness.
A/N – hope you liked the first chapter, please tell me what you think and I will keep writing:) All reviews are welcome!