The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

I guess he's not too bad.

Arielle's PoV

Waking up to the sunlight beaming through the blinds was not something I enjoyed. Some people love the brightness in the morning but I, well I really hate it. I couldn't think of anything worse.
The smell of a fry up suddenly filled my nostrils and I sat up, looking around the room. The bed beside me was empty and Noah was no where to be seen. I ran my hands through my hair, letting out a yawn. Man it feels weird not being home.

The door suddenly opened and Noah appeared, a towel wrapped around his torso and beads of water dripping down his chest. I bit my lip, trying not to get myself too flustered at the sight in front of me.
"Morning sleepy head." He chuckled lightly, tossing his dirty clothes in the little pile we had started to create on the floor.
"Morning." I mumbled back, watching as he dug through his suitcase for some fresh, clean clothes.
"Your dads making a fry up, heard he's really good at them." He smirked, looking at me.
"You've never had one of his fry ups?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Dad loves to make his fry ups so it had surprised me that he's never made one for Noah.
"There was this one time he was making one but I had to rush out for work so I missed out." He replied, dropping his towel and pulling up some boxers. My breath hitched in my throat, I had forgotten how big he actually was. It kinda made me nervous for the real thing if we ever get round to it. Woah.
I squeezed my thighs together, pursing my lips and letting out a little whimper. Ok the thought has turned me on a little. Noah looked at me, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He knows exactly what he's doing.
"What's wrong, Arielle?" He snickered, pulling a white top over his head.
"N-nothing." I stuttered, getting up from the bed and making my way to the door.
"Where are you going?" He frowned.
"A girls gotta pee, sorry." I quickly rushed out of the room and into the bathroom where I released my full bladder and brushed my teeth.

I looked at my appearance in the mirror. Gross. My hair was a big mess, mascara smudged under my eyes from the makeup I hadn't taken off last night due to my drunken state.
I reached for the brush that sat on the bathroom counter and I brushed through my brown locks, wincing everytime I pulled a knot. It hurts a lot, ok?

Once I left the bathroom, I headed to the kitchen to see my dad already dishing up breakfast.
"Ahh, just in time. Take a seat." He beamed at me, gesturing to the ready laid out table.
"Mmm fry up, my favourite." I grinned, watching as Kelly took the plates from my dad and set them around the table.
"Noah! Breakfast!" Kelly hollered to her son as she took a seat opposite me.
Noah soon came rushing in, his wet hair sticking to his forehead. He took a seat beside me and tucked in straight away.

"Any plans for tonight?" Noah asked our parents.
"Actually we were going to go out for the night, just the two of us." My dad beamed.
"You were?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Your dad had this date night planned out before we even left the country." Kelly giggled.
"Going anywhere nice?" I questioned, shoving some bacon in my mouth.
"All I know is that we're going out for dinner and then there's a surprise." Kelly looked at my dad who gave her a slight smile. He seemed somewhat nervous. Oh no. Dinner date with a few surprises in Bora Bora. He's definitely going to propose tonight...
I gave him a small confused look but he soon shook it off when he changed the subject.
"How was it in the room last night? I hope it's not too much of a bother sleeping in the same room." He chuckled.
"As long as we don't make eye contact or talk then we're fine." Noah responded, lightly kicking my leg under the table.
"Oh come on, you two are getting along just fine now." Kelly laughed at her son.
"I guess he's not too bad." I shrugged, turning my head to look at Noah who was already looking at me. Gosh, isn't he just beautiful.

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"Can you believe that we've been left with no yummy snacks." I gasped jokingly as I drastically shut the cupboard door. My dad and Kelly had left not too long ago for their dinner, leaving Noah and I all alone in this villa.
"I can think of one." Noah smirked, placing his hands on my hips as he licked his lips.
"Smooth." I rolled my eyes playfully, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"We should do something tonight." He said.
"Like what?" I asked. Being in a country I didn't know sure did have its faults. I had no clue what there was to do around here.
"Ummm..." he started, his lips now inches away from mine.
"We could..." he started, our lips now softly connecting.
"Go shopping." He now pecked the corner of my lips.
"I doubt anything is open now." I shook my head.
"Swimming?" He kissed my cheek.
"Too cold." I breathed out.
"Dinner?" He started tracing kisses along my jawline.
"Not really hungry." I squeezed my eyes shut.
"A walk?" The second his lips touched my neck, my legs went like jelly.
"E-effort." I stuttered.
He suddenly pulled away from my neck, leaving me wanting more and he grinned down at me.
"I have an idea. Get your shoes on, love." He quickly pecked my lips before running off to our bedroom.

I stood there, my heart beating a million miles per hour. Why? Why do me like that? Goodness me.
I ran my hand through my knotted hair and soon followed him into the bedroom.

I wonder what he has in store for tonight.