I'm Broken. Fix Me.

Austin; POV
after i cought the ginger looking at me i asked him what his name was.
he told me alan. alan ashby. i asked if i could take him home but he shook his head no, which pissed me off becuase i litterally just saved his ass.
but then again he could've been scared becuase i was taller than him and a lot older. probably thought i was a molester.
Alan's POV
i walked home trying to remember what i had just done. i told him i didn't want a ride home, but actually my leg really did hurt from geyting slapped on the shin. i was such a dick head. so i walked home. limping of course.
i saw in the driveway my dad's car so i figured they were home so i had to walk into the house faking i was fine.
but in a way i just encountered a good moment with looking at austin. i trudgedd upstairs and found my room a mess, as usual.
Austin's POV
i had to. i seem stalerish but i had too. he was so.. mysteririous.
i followed him home keeping a distance so he would'nt notice me.
i felt like an intruder but then i looked at my phone to find it was almost 8. so i ran back to the bar until my shift was over at 2 a.m.
i walked back over to allan's house and found a few pebbles to (hopfully it was in which his bedroom) and threw it up there.
i dont think he heard it so i thought, weell shit austin, one hes probably straight, two he might be ignoring it considering hes still in highschool and hes sleping, so i slowly trdged down the driveway whn i heard the window open.
i looked up and say ginger hair and sleepy eyes.
Alan's POV
now normally i would havebeen pissed off about my sleep, but then i saw bright brown eyes looking up at my and a creeping bright smile crawl onto his face. austin.
i waved over at him. then i went back into my room hoping h would climb the stirdy drain pipe.
shit alan. look at your room. its a fucking hurricane. i tried to sweep up my laudry into a pile into a corner and a few other things before he would be in my room, but that didnt happen. he was so quick.
he slumped into my window through my room and asked to sit down.
'yea on my bed i guess, cant sit on dirty clothes" i replied he chickled.
then it hit me. this person was in my room. and i barely knew him. he could kidnap me or something. then i asked why he was here and how he knew where my house was.
"i.. er.. uh.. no need to sound stalkerish but..."