It Never Ends [Of Mice & Men- Alan Ashby fanfic]

Chapter 11: A Really Happy Birthday

“Come on, Lydia. It’ll only be for the entire day and you can be with Austin until tomorrow,” Harper begged, trying to get Lydia to at least move from the couch. Things were not going according to plan for Alan’s birthday because of her.

“Naw, I think I’ll chill with Austin here,” Lydia countered with a smirk.

“Lyyyddiiaaaa,” Harper begged, grabbing her hand in attempt to pull her off of the couch. She wasn’t budging. Harper knew she was just doing this to tease, but she seriously needed Lydia to move.

“Are you kicking me out because you want to do the sex? Do you finally want him to put his pickle in your barrel? Are you craving his hot dog in your bun?” Lydia teased, causing Harper to blush.

“Will you just leave?” Harper asked, sounding exasperated.

Lydia sighed. “Fiiine. As long as you agree to give me every detail.”

“I’m not telling you anything,” Harper shot, crossing her arms over her chest. She couldn’t even talk about a simple kiss, let alone something like this.

“Oh look, there’s a Criminal Minds marathon on all day,” Lydia taunted as she stared at the TV.

“Fine! I’ll tell you things!” Harper yelled in defeat.

“Everything?” Lydia asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Everything!”

“Even the kind of condom he used?”

“Will you just leave?”

  

Harper let out a deep breath as she gave her apartment one last look, finally deciding that everything she had planned for today was finally perfect. Alan would be here any second and Lydia gladly went to visit Austin after their little deal was made.

Harper told Alan everything, except the one thing she knew would drive him away. If she told him how suicidal she was and how emotionally unstable she honestly was, he would never talk to her again. No one ever talks to her after she tells them.

Nicole, Harper’s “best friend,” doesn’t even talk to her anymore. She acted like Harper disappeared off the face of the earth and doesn’t even exist anymore. Harper would feel so much more empty if it wasn’t for Lydia.

Alan gladly let himself into Harper’s apartment, smiling at her.

“Happy Birthday!” Harper enthused, wrapping her legs around Alan’s waist while giving him a passionate kiss. “Open your present!” She quickly remembered the gift she got Alan and left his arms, grabbing the box from the floor and handing it to him.

Alan smiled as he opened the card first. It was a cat playing the guitar. Doesn’t get much better than that. When Harper saw it, she absolutely flipped and bought it right away. It was basically everything Alan ever loved besides alcohol.

He gave her a kiss before opening his present. Inside was a picture of him and Harper at Phil’s birthday party. Alan was pretty drunk but both of them were smiling like they were having the time of their life. Harper’s favourite part about the picture is the barely noticeable Austin and Lydia grinding on each other in the background.

Harper also got Alan a series of AC/DC guitar picks and a tiger-themed sweater with little ears and stripes. Harper would probably wear it most of the time but she didn’t care because it was amazing.

Alan laughed as he put on the sweater and put the other things on the coffee table where he wouldn’t forget them. “Thank you, I love them, and I love you,” he said, giving Harper another kiss.

Harper smiled against kiss lips and pulled away, pulling him onto the couch where they immediately cuddled close to each other. Harper put on Jackass and passed Alan a beer as they began the perfect chill day.

“Happy Birthday to you,” Harper finished singing as she put the cake in front of Alan. She had so much difficulty baking the stupid thing, but she thought it came out pretty well. Besides the fact that she tried to write ‘Happy Birthday, Alan’ on the front and it ended up looking like ‘HOddy BIRtndoy satanic symbol LAN’. Just that much more personalized, right?

Alan laughed as he read the messy writing. He quickly blew out the candles and Harper took a picture with her iPhone. She ended up getting a total derp face and was quick to post it on Instagram. Karma was a bitch.

Satan jumped on Alan’s lap once the fire was gone and tried licking at the cake.

“This is my cake, you fucking devil,” Alan sneered, putting Satan back on the floor. He looked at a sad-looking Satan and quickly put some icing on his finger and fed it to the cat.

Harper laughed before using his distraction against him as she grabbed a piece of icing and shoved it in his face.

He pouted at her as he stood up and wrapped her in a tight hug. He gave her a kiss, smearing the icing all over her face. “The cake is delicious, isn’t it?” He murmured with a smirk.

“Not as delicious as Pepsi cola,” Harper murmured back.

Alan widened his eyes, quickly wiping the icing off of his face with a napkin on the table. “Wait, are you serious?” He asked, wiping some more.

Harper chuckled and slowly nodded. “I’m ready.”

Alan beamed as he kissed her passionately, kissing away all of the icing. He kissed down to her neck and Harper suppressed a moan.

“Bedroom,” she whispered.

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OMG WHAT ON EARTH COULD THEY BE DOING IN THE BEDROOM? c;

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