Alan was simply your old fashioned lover boy, it was never ‘baby’ or ‘babe’ but darling, and my love. You loved going for long rides, so occasionally he would drive you around town (at night most of the time) and talk. He was the definition of a dream, he was smart, kind, charming, and treats you right. The only issue with your relationship is the age gap. You knew he loves you, and you love him, but sometimes you just wanted to wait with baited breath, and cry in a corner. The age gap came with its problems, the fact you could never really go out in public and he tried to avoid it, as his public status was important to his career as an actor. And you weren’t exactly the brightest student in class, and he made sure to make you study whenever you came over. He knew he had to quit smoking, so he didn’t dare do it in front of you and let you get the idea it was okay. Now, taking a small road trip at night, his hand in yours while his other on the steering wheel

“…y/n? The things we did, stays between you and I” he said, he knew you just wanted to express your guys’ relationship in public, but it was far too risky when paparazzi were lurking in every corner. He saw you nod, silent and sad. He squeezed your hand

“Your hands are soft…” he said gently, caressing your knuckles with his thumb, eyes on the road still but every now and then glancing over at you with a soft smile