The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Just talk to me.

Arielle's PoV

After chatting with Jason a little while longer, we said our love you's and goodbyes before I headed back inside, regret still playing on my mind. Woah, hold on a minute. I didn't mean regret because I don't regret being with Noah at all, I don't regret anything I've done with him. Ugh, it's too much to come to terms with right now. I just want to enjoy the rest of this holiday. Well what's left of it anyway. Today is our last proper day then we leave tomorrow afternoon, sadly.

When I headed back into the room, Noah was fast asleep again. Last night must have worn him out. Oh.
I headed towards my suitcase, taking out today's attire; a red boob tube crop top and some black leather shorts. It's appropriate enough for the weather here.

I took myself and my clothes to the bathroom where I showered and brushed my teeth. The shower is the worst place to think, you always come up with these stupid scenarios in your head and make yourself feel depressed. I slid down the wall, bringing my legs up to my bare chest as the water fell onto my body. My arms wrapped themselves around my legs whilst my chin perched itself upon my forearm. I hope I'm not making a mistake. I know I keep saying it but the more I think about it, the more I'm feeling guilty about everything. Noah's my step brother for goodness sake.

"Arielle honey, are you in there?" Kelly asked as there was a soft knock at the door. I was quick to stand up even though she couldn't see me.
"I am yeah." I replied, my hands running through my wet hair.
"Your dad and I are going to the beach for a few hours to soak up the sun." She told me.
"Have fun." I put on a cheerful voice.
"Would you let Noah know please?" She asked. I could barely hear her over the shower. It's so annoying.
"Of course." I replied, grabbing my little travel size shampoo and squirting it into my hand. She hadn't replied so I just assumed she had walked away.

Once I was finished and changed, I snapped a picture of myself, updating my Instagram. I hadn't done that in a while.

@ariellehartman Bora Bora is a dream ✨

Jay was instantly the first one to like and comment, hyping me up like always. I'm so glad we had sorted things out between us, he's my Little Rock.

I had walked back into Noah and I's shared room and Noah was now sat up on his bed, flicking through his phone. Once he had noticed that I had entered the room, he looked up at me with a grin.
"Are you trying to make me drag you back into bed again?" He smirked standing up and walking over to me.
"Your mum told me to tell you that her and my dad have gone to the beach for a few hours." I ignored his comment and turned to make my bed.
"Perfect, more time to spend with you." He came up behind me, his hands moving my hair off of my neck and replaced it with his lips. My breath hitched in my throat and my eyes screwed shut trying to savour the moment. No. I can't.

I pulled away from Noah's touch slightly, pulling my covers up to the pillows so it was neatly made.
"Are you ok?" He frowned as I turned to look at him.
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" I asked. I need to talk to him about all of this but I know he'll hate it.
"You just seem weird." He shrugged his shoulders, moving to his own bed to make it quickly.
"I'm fine." I mumbled, walking over to the clothes that scattered the floor. I may aswell clear up the room a little, it's pretty messy.
"I'm going to go and shower." And with that, Noah had left me in the room to my own thoughts again. Ugh.

Not even ten minutes later, he had returned with a towel wrapped around his torso and his hair wet. I almost drooled at the sight but I had to regain myself.
"Jason called earlier." I told him, removing my gaze from his wet body as he pulled his boxers on.
"Did something happen on the phone to him? Is that why you seem grumpy?" He asked to which I shook my head at.
"No, not at all. We've made up again, everything's fine." I answered.
"Oh." Was all he said. Did he not care that Jason and I were friends again? Not that we weren't ever not friends but you get what I mean.
"Oh?" I raise my eyebrow at him.
"What else am I supposed to say?" He sighed, walking over to his suitcase.
"You're saying that I'm moody but you're the one acting moody now." I sat down on the edge of the bed, frowning at him.
"Arielle, I know you well enough now to know that there's something wrong with you. It's frustrating me that you won't talk to me about it." He huffed, reaching for a blue vest top. He somehow managed to pull it off perfectly.
"I'm fine." I repeated my previous words sternly. Fuck sake, why am I no good at hiding my emotions?
"Just talk to me." He groaned, pulling on some knee length shorts.
"Can we just leave it until tomorrow when we get home?" I practically begged. I didn't want to say anything right now that would ruin the holiday. 
"Is it something I've done?" He frowned, running his hands through his damp hair.
"No." I shook my head.
"Then what is it that's so hard to tell me right now?" He pushed, sitting on his bed opposite me, his eyes never leaving my own. Don't say something stupid right now Ari...
"It's about us." I gulped. Well fuck, I'm going to have to tell him now.

Goddamnit.