The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Dance with me.

Arielle's PoV

"I like it when you hold me like this." Noah slurred as I had my arms wrapped tightly around his waist, kicking his bedroom door open with my foot gently.
"Yeah, well it's not very comfy for me." He pretty much had his whole weight on me so saying that I was struggling was most definitely an understatement. I'm not very strong.

I carefully sat Noah down on the edge of his bed, him instantly shoving more crisps in his mouth. How much had he drank tonight? I mean, don't get me wrong, I've had a couple of glasses myself but I was nowhere near as drunk as Noah. I was only a tad tipsy.
He looked at the crisp that he held in between his thumb and index finger with a frown and a pout.
"Whats with the face?" I asked him, walking over to his door to shut it.
"Nothing, I just really love these crisps." He gently placed the crisp on his tongue, slowly chewing it as if to savour the flavour. So he's drunk drunk. Okay.
I fought back a laugh as he sloppily held the bowl out to me.
"You want some?" He asked to which I shook my head.
"Suit yourself." He licked his lips, leaning over his bed and placed the bowl on his bedside table at a dodgy angle. I quickly rushed over, steadying it so it didn't suddenly fall off.

"You're very helpful, Miss Hartman." Noah was now laying on his side, a hand under his head to hold it up.
"And you're very drunk." I smirked.
"Just a little." He held his fingers up to show me how drunk he thought he was. Liar.
"You had fun at dinner?" He questioned, his eyes scanning up my body. The way he was looking at me sent chills throughout me. Stop it Arielle. He's drunk.
"Yes." I wasn't going to tell him that I'd have preferred it if he was there.

He nodded his head a little before looking around at his bland room. He should really decorate it some more.

"Do you want to get changed? I mean, you're covered in crumbs." I quirked an eyebrow at his top which seemed to have some wine spilt down it too.
"If you want to see me naked, all you have to do is ask." His signature smirk was slapped across his face.
"I don't." I lied.

Noah flashed me one of those half smiles I loved and he stood up from his bed, stepping closer to me.
"You smell good." He paused to draw in my perfume. Oh.
"Really good." I was trying not to get sidetracked at our close proximity, but I couldn't help it.
"You're drunk." I shook my head, reaching for the hem of his top to help him change. I know he won't do it himself.
He lifted his arms up, allowing me to lift it over his head. It was only then when I noticed the bruises covering his torso. Seeing him like this hurt.
He didn't seem to notice me looking at them as he snuffled into the crook of my neck.
"And you're so warm." He rested his forehead on my shoulder and I felt his arms drape around my lower back. He relaxed his entire body on me again.
I'll admit I liked having his weight against me, it was something I had grown to miss over the last couple of days.

"You look so good tonight." He said, causing me to shudder at the rumble of his voice against me.
I bit down on my bottom lip gently, and removed his arms from around me. As much as I'd love to stay like this, we just can't.
"Noah, lay down, you need some sleep." I insisted.
His smiled faded and his expression grew deep. His eyes stared intently back at me, searching for any sort of approval.
His eyes then travelled down to my lips. Oh no.
Slowly, he reached forward and pushed away loose strands of my hair, tucking them behind my ear. The need I felt for him earlier had returned again.

I licked my lips as I looked down at his. They were so plump and red and I wanted to kiss them so badly.
"I want to dance with you." He suddenly whispered, pulling away from me and grabbing his phone. I stood frozen in the spot, my knees weak. What is he doing?

Suddenly, the sound of Marvin Gaye's 'let's get it on' filled my ears and my eyes went wide.
"I'm totally kidding." He shook his head, laughing once he saw my face. Don't get me wrong, I liked the song but it just wasn't a song I could imagine us dancing to.
My heart hammered in my chest as 'love me' by Elvis Presley began to play softly from his phone. He knew that this was one of my favourite songs.

As he stepped closer, he held his hand out to me. I gulped, knowing that if I took them, I would melt away in his touch and I'd be all his again. This whole scene is like something you'd see in the movies, something I've always wished for.
"Dance with me." He voice was like music to my ears and I couldn't say no.
I gently placed my hands in his, smiling as he pulled me into him, placing my hands onto his neck where I let them loosely hang as his snaked around my waist. Our bodies swayed in perfect time to the music and every doubt I had about us went away. It was just him and I. It's all it will ever be.

I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as our feet moved in sync side to side. This was magical, I've never felt so loved in my life. I wouldn't get this with anyone else. Not anyone that would make me feel the way Noah makes me feel.

He reached up to my left hand around his neck and pulled me back, twirling me in the spot. I let out a little giggle, watching as he grinned widely at me.
My right hand went back to Noah's shoulder as he continue to keep my other in his large hand, slowly waltzing around his room.

"I love you." His voice was soft. It was almost like the first time he told me, the fireworks had erupted in my stomach again.
"Are you still drunk?" I looked up in to his eyes.
"No." He shook his head, the steady movements of his feet proved that.
The music began to die down, leaving us in silence. My breathing was shallow as he looked down at me, holding me in place.
"I love you too." I licked my lips.

His head dipped down, slightly cocking to the side. I couldn't stop this. I want him. I need him. We can keep this secret going for as long as possible, as long as we stay like this. He was such a hopeless romantic and he didn't know it.

Before I knew it, our lips moulded together. The kiss was slow and full of love. I removed my hand from his and placed it back around his neck, pulling him into me some more.

This is what was good of us. We were good for each other. We weren't even apart for very long yet we obviously couldn't cope.

As much as our parents are going to dislike this, I love him and he loves me. Nothing will ever change that.