A Sequel to an Alan Ashby Fanfiction

It was 1am and Alan and I had spent the past two and a half hours watching cats on YouTube. It had been really fun. With tears in my eyes, I shut down my laptop.
“Bed now I think!” I stood up and stretched. Alan yawned in agreement. We turned everything in the bus off, said goodnight to our driver, Dave, and headed to our room.
“Fucking hell!” I said as I opened the door and looked at my bed, which was covered in paperwork that I had forgotten to move. “This is going to take forever to move!” I sighed.
“Leave it.” Alan said as he appeared into the room. Shirtless and only in grey tracksuit pants.
“And then where do you suppose I sleep?” I asked him.
Alan laid down in his bed and patted the small empty space next to him;
“Right here.” He said. I agreed and took off my bomber jacket and beanie and left on my loose white t-shirt. I put my glasses on the nightstand, turned off the light and slid into bed with Alan.
Alan threw his arm over me as we spooned and I couldn’t help but think ‘spooning almost always leads to forking.” I slapped the voice in my head and told it to shut up.
That night I didn’t have any night terrors about Jared for the first time since the last tour ended. I had the best sleep I could have ever asked for, I wonder if it was because I had been snuggling with Alan…

I awoke around 7am, unsure of where I was, I felt an arm tighten around my waist and I freaked out. I jumped out of the bed, causing Alan to wake up.

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