Pretty Little Lady

Stolen

Stolen
Alaska's P.O.V
Someone's phone ripped me from my peaceful sleep. I groaned and rolled on my side hitting someone's chest. Is it Austin?. My eyes slowly drifted up till I saw the familiar face. Alan slept with his arms around me. His breathing was slow and quiet. Everything that happened last night flew back to me. I wiggled out of Alan's arms and tip-toed to the bathroom. I slowly shut the door being as silent as a snake sneaking up on its prey.
I slid down the door replaying what happened. Am I imagining this? We kissed and fell asleep on the couch, together. He must have carried me up stairs. What if Carly saw him? Would she tell Austin? Oh, no. I slid my fingers through my hair and sighed. A smile crept up on my face, why am I smiling? I kissed Alan, I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm not. I ran my finger tip over my lip, and pictures last night.
"Alaska, are you in there?." Alan asked from the other side of the closed door. I stood up rapidly and swung the door open. Alan shot me a weird look which caused me to blush.
"Um- how'd you sleep?." I asked awkwardly. Did he remember?.
"Great, how'd you sleep beautiful?." Alan asked casually. My cheeks flushed, my cheeks probably looked like freshly grown roses in the spring.
"G-good... I'm gonna get in the shower, you can stay in my room or something." I said shyly. Alan nodded and pulled me by the waist closer to him. Our bodies touched, I felt nervous, like I was on stage in front of a lot of people.
Alan's lips gently laid on mine. It was a simple kiss, but it felt like so much more. My heart was pounding a million miles an hour, how did he have this affect on me?. Alan broke the kiss and smiled down at me. Our noses touched at the tip. I nibbled on my lip waiting for something. For him to say something, do something, anything. But he didn't. Alan walked back into my bedroom and laid down.
I shut the door, still in amazed by what just happened. He left my lips tingly. I climbed in the shower with my mind still locked on everything.
I stepped into my room, the cold air wrapped around my body. Alan must have left or is downstairs. I got dressed in yoga pants and a black tank top. I jogged down the stairs and was greeted with the smell of French toast. Carly and Alan next to each other eating the French toast.
"Hey," Carly chirped. I smiled and grabbed a plate. I put two piece of the French toast On my plate. I sat next to Alan and grinned. "So can Austin come to the family reunion?." Carly asked before shoving a piece of the bread in her mouth. I sighed, I had totally forgot about the whole Family reunion and Austin not being able to go.
"Wait, what?." Alan said; confused. They both stared at me confused. I do not want to explain this to them, ugh.
"I'm having a family reunion and Carly and I are going, so I asked Austin if he wanted to go, but he can't because of that tour and stuff." I explained. Carly nodded and stuffed her mouth. Alan smirked then began eating his French toast. He probably is happy they have the tour just so I wouldn't be with Austin for the days we would be gone.
"Well I'm gonna go put my things in the car cause we should probably get going. We have a long drive." Carly said, I nodded in agreement. Alan glared at Carly as she walked away. As soon as Carly disappeared into her room, Alan twined his fingers with mine. I smiled down at the plate. His palm was soft and his finger fit between mine perfectly.
"Alaska, get your stuff." Carly ordered, Alan and I looked at each other and giggled. Carly stood with two of her suitcases in her hands.
"Okay, I will. Go put you stuff in the car then." I replied and chuckled softly. Carly rolled her sparkling eyes at me then went downstairs to her car. I walked up the stairs to my room, Alan's hand still locked with mine following me. He helped me bring my things downstairs to the car thankfully because I wouldn't be able to carry it all.
Carly sat in the drivers seat waiting to leave. "I'm gonna go check and see if we got everything," I lied. Carly groaned and gripped the wheel; annoyed. Alan and I jogged up to my apartment and looked around as if it were our last time there. I sighed and turned to him.
"So," I mumbled. Alan chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Um- Well have fun at your reunion." He said and tucked a strand of hair behind my ears. I looked down at my shoes and bit down on my lip.
"Well you have fun on your tour." I replied and laughed quietly. Alan smirked and stared in my eyes. It seemed as if I couldn't lose connection with the sight of them. Alan leaned in close. My breathing felt complicated.
His soft lips gently fell against mine. My eyes fluttered shut as he stole a kiss from me...