Ally woke up incredibly disorientated. She wasn't at home, she was still tucked into Dylan's bed. Crap, she hadn't meant to sleep over. She flipped herself over, so that she was laying on her front and cursed into the pillow. Crap. Crap. Crap. She hadn't even informed her Mum of where she was and the thought made her feel anxious. Her mum would be worried sick, no doubt about it. Scrunching her eyes she looked into the brightness of her phone. She had been expecting a hundred missed calls and messages asking where she was but there was nothing. Nada. No one had tried to contact her all night. Had her mum even noticed she hadn't gone home? She opened her messages just to be sure that her mum hadn't text and she had missed it. She did that a lot. She hadn't. The last text on the list was actually from her which surprised her as she couldn't remember using her phone last night: she had been too busy getting Dylan naked. She looked to see when she had supposedly sent this message. It had been sent at three thirty that morning, long after Ally had fallen asleep.
Mumma bear, I bumped into some old friends, I'm crashing at theirs. Call me if you need anything. Love you big.
Ally felt a tug in her heart. Dylan obviously knew that she would wake up and regret not letting her mum know she was staying out and it was shockingly sweet that he would text on her behalf but that wasn't what made her heart slam against her chest. He had remembered. The first time she had told her mum that she loved her big she had been three and she had always gotten her lots and bigs mixed up. Her mum used to say it was what made her extra special. She had never just loved her mum. She had always loved her big. When Dylan had first heard her say this he had laughed. Chuckling, he had pulled her towards him, planted a kiss on her forehead and told her she was cute. She couldn't believe he remembered.
Sitting up right, she glanced around the room which was already lit from the day's light. She must have slept in although she didn't feel like she had slept at all. Dylan had given her a good work out last night and her body ached today. He had left one of his tops at the end of the bed waiting for her to be put on. It was green, her favourite colour. Instead, flinging the covers around her body tight, she sprinted across the room and grabbed her dress. She dropped the sheets covering her exposed body and slipped the dress on as quickly as she could, in fear that Dylan would walk in and see her stark naked.Although, why it mattered she didn't know as he had seen her nude hundreds of times before. But the thought of him seeing her naked this morning made her feel vulnerable. It was also the reason she didn't want to wear his top. She didn't want to kid herself that this was something that it was not. She knew what it was and was fine with it.
Her dress hung just above her knee and hugged her curves tightly. The decent length hid some of her embarrassment. She didn't have her knickers, she had looked everywhere but eventually remembered where they were. They were the first thing to be lost when they had stumbled into the flat. As soon as he had shut the door Dylan pulled them down so fiercely she thought they had ripped. She hadn't cared. Unless he had remembered too they would be laying on his front mat forgotten. As she walked through the halls the sound of the radio grew louder, as well as the awful singing which accompanied it. She entered the kitchen, which connected to a large lounge, and burst into laughter. Dylan was next to the hob, wearing a red poke-a-dot piny singing a the top of his lungs to Taylor Swift's Shake it off. She loved this song and wondered if he was singing it because of her.
He had never listened to this singer before, it was only because of Ally that he would even contemplate listening to music like this and he hated to admit it but it wasn't that bad. During breakfast he had played her entire album and couldn't help but sing. He even lost himself in the music little bit. It wasn't until he heard Ally laughing at him that he was reminded he was cooking her breakfast: a big old English fry up. She had sucked his energy dry last night and knew they both needed to reboot. It had been eight years since he'd held her like this but it felt as if he had never let her go. He felt as if he were a young twenty year old again in love with his girlfriend. She belonged in his arms. He knew this wasn't true, so much had changed since they were last like this. They weren't together, no longer in love but he liked her, liked her more than was wise. Yet he could not think like that. His life was complicated as it was without falling for Ally. His stomach twisted as he realised this is all they will ever be but for know it would be enough. It had to be.
