Alan had been keeping these feelings to himself for a while now, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He hated just wondering what it would be like to call you his, when he just wanted it to actually be true when he thought of holding your hand and saying sweet things back and forth. Now, he was feeling particularly lucky, and confident so he walked right up to you and said confidently,

“I love you” y/n: “what?” you said, having your headphones in, a puzzled expression evident as you pulled them off