His Soft Spot

Confessions

A/N: This chapter is going to contain a few pov switches and we're kicking of with Dylan.

Alya doesn't wait around at school instead she leaves as fast and soon as she can. I know for a fact that I need to talk to her and tell her how I feel before it's too late. I pack my bag and walk out of the school making my way towards the car park. I spot my car and quickly walk over to it. 

I get in and drive of home.

But all that's on my mind is Alya, I can't stop thinking about her. 

Does she like me? Or does she not like the guy who's got a title hookups? I drum my fingers on the steering wheel and wait impatiently as the traffic fails to move along. 

I'll tell her tonight. 

But what is she rejects me? Doesn't like me back? What then? What do I do? I can't just go on and pretend it won't effect me. And what about this whole relationship thing. It seems easy enough but, I've never really been in a serious committed relationship. What if I mess this up? I can't though and I won't mess this up. As long as it's what Alya wants. 

Alya

I basically run out of school and try to make it home as fast as I can. I don't really want to see anyone or talk to anyone. Don't ask why because I don't have a good answer to the question.

I hastily unlock my front door and let myself in. I pull my shoes off and chuck my bag at the bottom of the staircase. Then I slide the back door open to let a very happy Timmy inside.

"Aw who's a good boy, huh? Is it you?" I coo at my dog as his tail wags madly behind him. I pet him softly and give him a big hug before he settles down on his bed in the lounge room.

I rummage through the fridge to try and find some sort of leftover. Aha I think as I spot my mums leftover pumpkin soup. I grab a container out and put it in the microwave. I then search the fridge far and wide for some bread. We always buy loads of it but we never have any. I then open the freezer to find stashes of it.

"There it is!" I say as I pull it out along with the butter from the fridge. I chuck it in the toaster so its not rock hard and spread some butter over it. By that time my soup is all warm and I'm ready to dig in.

"Hey Lou," my mother calls out to me as she exits her room and enters our kitchen.

"Hey mum, how are you?" I say biting into a piece of bread.

"I'm doing well hun, what about you?" She asks laughing at me stuffing my face with food.

"Better now that I'm eating!" I say through spoonful's of soup. She chuckles at me and shakes her head slightly.

"How's Dylan?" I choke on my soup nearly spitting it out. Dylan? Why- how- who- what!? My mother senses my confusion and leans over the counter.

"Just wondering because I talked to his mum earlier today that's all," she waves her hand dismissing my choking fit and goes back to making her coffee.

"Oh- I umm yeah he's good," I say weakly and my mother spins around to face me with a wide smile.

"I was thinking we could invite them over for dinner sometime. Maybe on Friday so it's not a school night and we can stay up. He could even spend the night is he wants to, obviously not in that way," My mother finishes quickly but the rest she said like it's not a big deal. Little does she know my stomach is doing little somersaults at just the idea of him.

I compose myself quickly, "Yeah that sounds alright," I try to play it off cool and go back to eating.

Dylan

It's quite late now so I decide to suck it up go over to Alya's house. I can hear the tv playing on full blast as I walk up to her door. I just know she probably hates it but doesn't want to say anything. I knock on the door and say I'm slightly nervous would be an understatement. I'm a wreck an absolute wreck. But that's okay nothing wrong with being jittery as hell right before I confess my feelings to the girl that I am so-

"You again?" Her dad exclaims at me sarcastically, I chuckle nervously and let myself in. 

Alya looks at my slight confusion evident in her beautiful dark eyes. I smile at her warmly she returns one but it's still full of sadness. She can't hide that not from me. Alya finally stands up and leads me outside. 

We sit on the porch outside and both gaze up at the moon. 

Well, this is it. This is your time to shine. We're all ears Dylan so take it away. 

"Dawson?" She turns over to look at me, "are you okay?" I ask not really sure how this is getting to my main point. 

"No, not really," I nod slowly awaiting for her to continue, "I just am so stressed about everything. I can't stop overthinking every little detail about my life. And my brain isn't doing much to help al it's doing is stressing me further. I can't focus anymore. I hurt you and I'm so sorry for that, I didn't meant to. And I'm just so unsure about so many things!" Alya lets out in a small rant. She's so adorable when she lets it all out. 

Not the point right now. 

"I'm here Dawson anytime you need to talk to me about anything you're unsure of, I'm here. An please don't be sorry, I know you didn't mean to hurt me. You have nothing to be sorry about. It's me who should be sorry instead." I state looking at her soft face she crinkles up her face. 

"Sorry for what?" You ask and you shall receive. 

"For not telling you sooner," I move in closer to her, "Alya Louis Dawson, I like you so much words can't explain."

I lean in to her and place my hands on her cheeks. I linger my lip just in front of her own. Letting her push me away if she wants to. But she doesn't and we both get hungry to close the gap in between us. So, that we do.

"Dylan... Grey... Hale... I like you even more," She manages through kisses. 

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I re-wrote this chapter I wasn't really happy with it, still not sure if I am. But the wait was worth it, right?