Bloody Hands Stop Beating Hearts (A Cashby Fanfic)

Chapter 4-This is not pretend

Austin’s POV

I woke up with a huge smile on my face. I looked over to see a smiling ginger next to me, rubbing his hand across my thigh. We laid in silence for a few moments, staring into each other’s eyes. His eyes were so beautiful. I loved them. I decide to break the awkward silence and speak.

“Morning.” I say with a small grin. He squinted his eyes and stuck his tongue out making that adorable face that I loved. My grin grew bigger. He made me so happy. I couldn’t keep it all in anymore.

I yawned and sat up so I could stretch out my arms. Suddenly I was pulled back down on the bed. I looked over at Alan with a confused look.

“Stay with me” He stated. With his big innocent puppy dog eyes, how can I say no to that. I sighed and cuddled up with him. He snuggled up as tight as he could into my chest and I snaked my long arms around his small body.

Alan brought his hand up to my chest and started tracing my tattoos. Once all my chest tattoos had been traced, he ran his finger over my scar. He let his hand linger there for a while. After a while he finally spoke.

“Your mom would be proud of you” he said looking into my eyes. I had no words. My eyes began to fill with tears. My heart stopped as he said that. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Alan cupped my face with his hands and wiped away my tears with his thumbs.

“I’m proud of you.” He said quietly, looking down. I buried my face in the crook of Alan’s neck and hugged him tight.

“Want me to make you breakfast?” He asked. I nodded and let go of him as he rolled out of bed.

 

Alan’s POV 

While walking down stairs and into the kitchen, I started thinking about Austin and I. He was so perfect I just wanted to grab, push him against the wall, and kiss the shit out of him. The one thing that scared us being together, are the fans and them not agreeing with it. They probably would hate us dating. They don’t want to go to a show full of faggots.

I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on the breakfast I was making for Austin. I’m never good at this kind of stuff and I didn’t want to mess it up. He deserves nicely cooked eggs. I cracked the five eggs into the bowl I pulled out of the cabinet earlier. Crap. A shell fell in. I suck at this.

While trying to fish out the shell with my fork, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a chin on my shoulder.

“Need a little help” he says, clearly seeing my frustration.

I giggled a little before replying.

“No no. go sit. I got this.” I demand while turning his way and pushing him a few steps, before going back to my work station. Finally getting the shell out, I congratulated myself with a small pat on the back. I heard Austin laugh at me. I turned around with a confused face.

“Why are you laughing at me?”

“Because you’re cute”

“Nooo.”  I reply before sticking my tongue out at him and turning around to continue.  

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After 7 minutes and one carton of eggs, I finally finished a beautiful breakfast plate for a beautiful man. With the two plates in my hand, I walked up to him who looked pretty bored with his head on the wooden table checking twitter.

I cleared my throat before setting the plates on the table top, while Austin sat up and noticed me. He smiled at the eggs and looked back at me.

“Thanks man!” He said to me with a smile.