Who Would Have Guessed?(Austlan Cashby)

You Mean So Much To Me - Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Austin's P.O.V.

I still had Alan wrapped in my arms. His crying had stopped, but I knew that he wasn't feeling okay. "Alan?" I whispered in his ear. "Yeah Austin?" he replied. "If you don't want to go get your stuff, then what do you want to do. Besides sleeping." I asked him. "I'm not sure. We just got off tour. There isn't much to do." he sighed. "Although that is true, there has to be something. Come on kitten. There has to be something." I tried to encourage him.

"I guess I've always wanted to go out to Point Dume. It's somewhere in Malibu, but I've heard that it's super pretty." Alan suggested. “Then let’s go do that. Let’s go watch a sunset, swim in the ocean and have a picnic.” I laughed as I started tickling his sides. “Austin, Austin!” he whined, barely being able to make out words, because of his laughing. I stopped ticking him and pulled him in for a kiss.

“You ready to go?” I asked when I pulled away. “Couldn’t we sleep for just an hour longer? I’m so tired. I just need a little bit of rest.” He groaned. I started tickling him again, and he started to uncontrollably laugh again. “Stoooooppppp.” He struggled out of my grasp. He wriggled out of my arms, and then fell off the couch. After he fell he sat still for a moment trying to catch his breath.

“You okay?” I asked him, my voice entwined with concern. “Yeah, just out of breath. A lot.” He gasped for air. I sat down on the floor next to him, and rubbed his back. “Sorry Alan. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I apologized. “It’s okay Austie. It’s the good kind of hurt.” He told me as he sat up. He sat up, and put his legs crisscross, like mine, then looked me in the eyes.

“How are you kitten?” I asked him. “I’m great, and you?” he responded. “I’m amazing, but I would be a lot happier if you came over onto my lap.” I told him. “Okay.” He said shortly. He crawls across the floor, much like a kitten would, and sits in my lap.

I wrapped my arms around his torso, and placed my head in the crook of his neck. “Hey Alan, guess what?” I whispered in his ear. “What?” he replied. “I think you’re really awesome, and I really like you, so I was wondering if you wanted to make what we have official, and be my boyfriend?” I asked. “Absolutely, now let me turn around so I can kiss you.” He commands.

He stands up, and turns to face me. He wrapped his arms around my neck, and his legs around my waist. He rested his forehead against mine. I could feel his breath against me. “Are you going to kiss me, or was this all for nothing?” I asked him playfully. He pressed his lips forcefully against mine. I took it in, and let my lips move with his. This was the furthest that Alan and I had gone so far, and nothing felt better than being with him.

Considering Alan weighed as much as a feather, I pulled him up, his arms and legs still locked around me, and carried him to my room. He had his head placed in between my neck, and was probably giving me hickey.

When we reached my room, I dropped him on my bed, and walked into my bathroom. “Um excuse Austin? What the actual hell do you think you’re doing?” he yelled from my bed. “I was going to shower, and give you a little bit of time to take a nap, but if you don’t want to, then you don’t have to.” I tell him. I hear his steps walk up to the door. The knob turned, and his head appeared in the frame. “Um yeah hi, do you wanna not be a tease. That was actually very rude.” He complained. “If you want to spend time with, you can shower with me. If you’re comfortable with that anyway, or you can go sleep. Your choice, not mine.” I told him.

“I would, but you know, sleep sounds so absolutely wonderful, and we should probably actually shower, and not just make-out. We’ve on a tour bus with those other boys for like three months, so yeah. I’ll sleep.” He said. “Okay, then I’ll do that. I’ll leave the door unlocked if you need anything, and if you’re hungry there’s food in my kitchen. Don’t eat all of it though, because I’m going to get you dinner.” I explain to him. “I’m just gonna sleep. So yeah. Go ahead and do the thing where you shower, and stuff, so yeah.” He responded, then plopped back onto my bed.

I chuckled at him, and closed the door. I turned on the water to the shower, and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a mess. Every little piece of emotion I’ve been holding in, while trying to help Alan with his issues, had started to surface. My face looked blotchy, there were dark circles under my eyes, and my eyes were also bloodshot. I looked horrible.

I had to conceal this constantly, that way I don’t stress out Alan. He was already having a hard enough time with his past relationship, that I didn’t want to worry him with my past relationship troubles. He means too much to me.

A/N: Omg hi. Sorry it's been so long since I've uploaded. My school life has just been a big jumble of homework, testing and posers. It's a mess. But I'm back with this chapter, and maybe a few more coming your way soon. Oslay, so that's all. Sorry if this sucks, I tried so hard to make it good, but my writing skills have gone to crap lately, and I just need to get back in the swing of things. Anyway, thanks for reading, make sure to comment/fan/vote ilysm.

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