I swear to God, My intentions were gold

I woke up pressed against his warm body, but I was shaking. It must've been around 3 in the morning. Why am I awake? I knew I was having a bad dream, But now that I was conscious I just couldn't remember it. I shook Alan on his shoulder and he began mumbling something as he opened his eyes.

"Babe, you look so scared, What's wrong?" His face was filled with concern.
"I'm not sure why I'm even awake at this hour, I guess I was having a bad dream."
I felt like a little kid just for admitting that.
"Come here." He pulled me into his arms and had me leaning into his chest.

He kissed my temple and dozed back off to sleep. I slowly did the same. All while in his arms.
It was around 11 am and there was banging on the door into his hotel room. I glanced around the room for Alan but saw that he was still next to me. He had pulled all of the sheets off of me when were asleep! That bastard. I shook him from his sleep for the second time. As soon as he had opened his eyes the banging on the door started again. He jumped out of bed repeating "shit shit shit shit shit shit" to himself. I watched in confusion as he ran around the room looking for some sweat pants. He immediately yanked them up and ran to the front of the hotel room. When he opened the door I heard a man shouting at him. Alan had almost missed a meet and greet at the venue the concert was at. The two of them dropped their voices to whispers and I figured they were talking about me. But I was just too tired to care. I closed my eyes, nodding off once more. Alan woke me about thirty minutes later saying that he had to leave, and that I could make myself at home.

Almost immediately after Alan had closed the door there was a persistent knock again. I got up and threw on the sweat pants Alan had been looking for and went to the door. I opened it, being greeted by a man in a suit pushing a cart of food into the room before i could form words.

"Excuse me, sir. But I didn't order anything."
"Oh but your boyfriend ordered this for you!"
" Um He's not my boyfr-" I stopped.
"Aw, okay thanks." I waved the man off with a smile.

I pushed the cart into the tiled area of the hotel room. It was kind of a kitchen type section I guess. I sat in the nearest chair and opened the Tin cover to have my face fill with the lovely scent of freshly cooked bacon. There were scrambled eggs and biscuits and gravy, and a pint of apple juice, my favorite! I lifted to napkins and on the top one it read:

Sorry I couldn't be there to enjoy this lovely morning with such a lovely girl. But I hope this will make up for yesterday when I failed to cook for you. I'll be back around 3 pm but don’t feel the need to wait for me. I’ll call you when I leave the venue. -Alan <3

I couldn’t help but smile as I set the napkin back down. After I finished eating I went to put my clothes on from the night of the concert. I threw the shirt I had borrowed from Alan into a corner, where he seemed to have been leaving all his worn clothes anyways, and searched around the room for my phone. 3 missed calls from Callie, 5 missed calls from Matt? What does he want? I brushed it off assuming he and Callie were probably together and both trying to get a hold of me. I called Callie back.

Callie: “Finally! Where the hell have you been? You haven’t been in the apartment in two nights Kate!

Me: “I know, I know. I’m sorry, I just, uh… I’ve been with Alan Ashby… Staying with him in his hotel room. I’m coming home today though. Sorry to keep you worrying.”

Callie: “Not a problem! I’d just like to know where my room mate is every once in a while. But hey, since you have been gone the past two night Matt and I have been getting pretty freaky…”

Me: “Ew! I do not need to hear about that! Just stay out of my room.”

Callie: “Whatever bitch, see you when you’re home!” She blew a kiss through the phone and hung up.

I collected my shoes from the room and went to the note pad that the hotel leaves in every room. I wrote:

Hey Alan, I went to my apartment to
freshen up and relax. Call me when you’re
free and maybe you could come over. (:

Thank god for bus transportation or I would’ve had a long walk from the hotel back to my place. About 30 minutes later I arrived in my apartment. It looked about the same, except clothes were peeled off in just about every room. Callie and Matt must’ve gotten pretty wild. I passed through the kitchen to grab a water and noticed a phone that didn’t belong to anyone I knew. I picked it up and saw the ‘& symbol’ on it. In fact, it was the Of Mice & Men logo. Neither Matt or Callie had an iPhone so I couldn’t imagine whose phone this might be. I clicked the button and the screen displayed a name all too familiar to me. Alan had been sending this phone messages for over an hour. Luckily this phone didn’t have a lock on it so I could find out who the phone belonged to. I didn’t want to invade any privacy so I clicked the Instagram app to find out that this phone belonged to… Austin Carlile?

“What the hell?” Callie came out of her room, looking like she just got out of bed. I quickly shoved the phone into my back pocket and greeted her with a hug.

“Morning, Kate” She managed to say in between her yawns.

“More like afternoon. Where’s Matt? His clothes are everywhere!”
“He must’ve slipped out the door for work I guess”

Callie’s face was full of guilt. She was such a horrible liar. I doubt Matt was even here last night.

Notes

I lost access to this account for a while but I'm back now. Sorry this chapter is a bit of a filler, but there will be drama to come! leave me comments on what you want to happen. Thanks for reading! <3