You belong with me Chapter 1: The aftermath, an eastenders fanfic

It had been three weeks now. Three weeks since the wedding. Three weeks since his heart had been cruelly torn into tiny shreds. Syed had picked Amira. He had married her, only to face a life of lies, regret. Christian knew this all too well. He had tried it. He had tried to be straight, be something that he simply wasn't. He almost had it all – a beautiful wife, a wonderful family but then Gareth had come along and pretty much ruined it all by telling his fiancé about his sexuality. Christian had vowed to himself that he would never hurt Syed in such a way, for he had never really forgiven Gareth. Even though they were still in touch from time to time, Christian did not want Syed feeling like this. It would hurt too much, simply to know that he had destroyed the boys life and his family. This was Syed's choice, not his own.

Every day that he woke up, it felt like someone, something was punching his heart over and over. All dreams of the other male meeting up beside him had long faded and god, it hurt. Jane had been a help, but Christian hadn't seen her too much within the past week. He wanted to be alone, so remained within the four walls of his sitting room, listening to cheesy music about love and watching soaps which he did not really care for.

Today, today was special. The love of his life returned with his new wife from their honeymoon. Christian was debating with over fact of whether he should make plans to go out or remain inside. Perhaps it would make it easier to stay away? He'd get over Syed eventually, or so he hoped. Amira was his friend. He would have to. He couldn't hurt her..

A small sigh fled Christian's lips. He had made his decision and was headed to the door, having pulled on a fresh change of clothes and brushed his hair. Today, alike any other, he would have to wander around, pretend that his heart was not breaking, pretend that he was not slowly falling apart.

The door clicked shut behind him and he made his way to work, hesitantly. He had been calling in sick for the past few days. Luckily nobody but Jane and Zainab had actually guessed what was really wrong. Christian was curious to see the look on Zainab's face as he moved casually through the door the day that her son was due to return. She would probably assumed that he was still hopeful, even though this was not the case. Surprisingly, nobody greeted him as he moved and as he pushed through the door and made his way into the kitchen, hanging his coat up in the process, he was not greeted by Zainab or Jane or even Masood. It was Syed! The younger male stared at him in shock, but then simply turned around and carried on chopping what seemed to be onions. His heart skipped a beat.

"Sy..your back." Christian breathed, shocked. At this point, he was pulling the apron over his toned body.

"Yes, uh..we arrived back last week, Christian. Amira's father took ill and well, we had to rush back." Syed explained. He carried on chopping, but Christian could see that the poor boy was shaking slightly. He couldn't help but wonder why. Syed had got his own way – a beautiful wife, the support of his family and he had followed his religion rightly.

"Oh, is he okay?" Christian questioned, attempting to sound casual as he slipped over to the order and scanned it. They were making sandwiches. Easy. What was with the onions? His eyes drifted to a second order and he realised that Syed was preparing that first.

"I'm not sure. She's visiting him in the hospital now."

Christian, by this point, was headed for the bread and after grabbing it, moved beside the younger male, pressing his lips together; "Sy.."

"Christain, don't." Syed muttered, cutting the older male off.

"Sy. I love you..I need you, please." Christian could feel the tears welling up within his eyes, but wasn't going to allow himself to cry. He was many things, but pathetic wasn't one of them.

"We've been over this Christian. I've chosen my path..I want my family to be proud..I..I love Amira." He lied smoothly and before he could say anything else, Christian had pressed his lips to the younger males, seizing a heated kiss. Unlike the few times before, Syed did not attempt to pull away, but immediately wrapped his arms around Christian, pulling him closer, closing the gap and allowed his tongue to slither into the older males mouth. Groans followed and they carried on, pressing against one and other, kissing to a point of where their breaths were running short. Christian, surprisingly was the one to pull away first. Syed seemed more keen, for as soon as their lips broke contact, his lips pressed to the warm flesh of Christian's neck, planting as many kisses as he possibly could. Christian's eyes widened slightly and he allowed his eyes to roll back as he released a gentle moan, holding the other male close. "Now tell me you belong with her." He whispered.

Syed broke contact and immediately pulled back, his chocolate-brown eyes widening; "I-I'm sorry, I..we shouldn't of Christian."

"Can't you see?" Christian questioned, grabbing ahold of Syed's hand. He released a sigh before whispering; "I love you..you love me. Oh Sy, we belong together."

"Christian..stop.." Syed pleaded and before anything else could be said, their lips had crashed together again. This time, the passion was burning between the two to a point of where Christian felt as if he were going to fall from his feet. His hands rose and his fingers tugged roughly through the younger males chocolate-brown hair. Meant to be, they were meant to be. How he hoped that Syed would realise this. They could run off, get away. He wouldn't have to face his family, nor Amira. They could be miles away, over seas and never again would they have to face the pain..