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A Place to Call Home pt. 5

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Wordcount: 7,069

Warnings: Mentions of the assault, language, miscarriage

A/N: To be honest, I thought this would come out better than I think it actually did. The idea was there, not sure the writing lived up to the idea lol. Again, thanks to Chloe ( @writing-obrien ) for helping me with the idea! I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think!

It felt as though my heart stopped when those three little words left his lips. I wasn’t even sure I’d heard him right until I questioned him and his reaction told me I’d heard exactly what I thought I did. I watched him for a moment, trying to process what he had just told me.

“I love you too.” I said finally causing him to whip his head around and look at me.

“You do?” He asked as if he was surprised by what I said.

“I do. So much.” I admitted, I think I had known for a while but was too scared to ever say anything.

Dylan smiled down at me, I could see the happiness in his eyes which only made me smile and cause butterflies to flutter in my stomach. He leaned down and softly pressed his lips against mine, careful not to cause me any pain. I kissed him back, smiling into it as I reached up to rest a hand on his cheek.

“I love you so much.” He whispered as we parted. “I think I’ve loved you since the moment I caught you in my arms in the club. And I know it’s crazy that I already feel this way, we’ve only known each other a little over a month but I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. It’s like I’ve found this piece of me that’s been missing, it sounds so cheesy but it’s like I finally feel whole when I’m with you.” Dylan’s tone was sincere, I could tell he meant every word he said which only made me fall for him even more.

“It’s not cheesy,” I smiled, “well it is but it’s okay because I feel the same way. It’s like when I’m with you I feel like I can finally breathe, like I��m home.” I said softly, my hand searching for his and tangling our fingers together once I found it.

I had never felt something for someone the way I felt for Dylan. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was finally learning what it meant when someone said they’d found their soul mate, something I’d never really believed in until now.

“Ms. [Y/L/N]?” I heard an unfamiliar voice say causing Dylan and I to look away from each other, “I’m Dr. Robbins, I’ve been overseeing your care while you’ve been here. It’s nice to finally meet you.” The woman said walking over to me and holding her hand out for me to shake. “I just wanted to come and talk to you about a few things now that you’re awake, let you know what’s going on with everything.”

The doctor pulled up a stool and sat down next to my bed before reaching out and introducing herself to Dylan with a handshake.

“Dylan.” He said simply with a smile. He moved off the bed and sat down in the chair next to me, taking my hand once more after getting settled.

“Well as I’m sure your nurses have told you, all of your scans from today look good, you seem to be healing well and at a normal rate. The trauma to your head caused some swelling in your brain which is what caused you to fall unconscious for so long but the swelling has gone down a lot and should be gone completely in the next couple days. Your skull was fractured along with your occipital bone and jaw. The jaw fracture was minor so, we were able to avoid wiring your mouth shut. You’ve got some stables in the back of your head where the trauma was and some stitches there on your cheek which I’m sure you’ve seen. The staples we’ll be able to remove in a couple days and the stitches should start dissolving on their own soon. You also suffered a stab wound to your side which caused a lot of internal damage and caused you to lose a lot of blood.” Hearing everything that those girls had done to me made me sick to my stomach and I could feel myself start to shake, my mind flashing back to that night. Dylan noticed and placed his other hand on top of our hands that were linked and gently gave my hand a squeeze to try and calm me before the doctor continued. “There was also a lot of vaginal trauma from whatever they used to penetrate you-“

“A golf club.” I whispered, tears beginning to fall.

“What?” Both the doctor and Dylan said at the same time.

“They u-used a golf club.” I sobbed, unable to control it anymore. Hearing about my injuries, remembering what they did to me all made it real and I couldn’t take it.

“Oh baby…” Dylan said and I could feel him move closer to me. “Shhh..” He cooed.

Dylan moved back to the bed and pulled me into his side gently, holding me close to him. He stroked my hair gently and kissed the top of my head, I could feel myself slowly starting to calm down the longer he held me until eventually my breathing had slowed and the tears began to dry on my cheeks.

“I know this all must be hard to process,” the doctor finally spoke after a few minutes of letting me cry. “And I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but due to all the vaginal trauma and the trauma from the stab wound, you lost the baby.” I looked over at her, eyes wide confused at what I had just heard.

“B-Baby?” I asked in a stutter.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” I heard Dylan say, obviously confused as well.

“You were about six weeks along. We were able to repair most of the damage that was caused but unfortunately you may not be able to have children in the future. I’m so sorry.” I heard the doctor speaking but I wasn’t comprehending it.

I felt like I couldn’t move, like the world around me had stopped. I didn’t know what to do, what to think, what to feel. I was completely numb.

“We should be able to have you out of here in about a week. If you need anything just let your nurse know.” I heard the doctor say and felt a hand on my shoulder, then heard footsteps leaving the room.

“[Y/N]?” Dylan asked but I stayed silent, what was I supposed to say?

I heard Dylan sigh next to me, his arms wrapped around me and pulled me into him once more, his hand resting on my head, fingers playing with my hair lightly. I closed my eyes as tightly as I could hoping that maybe everything that had happened was just a horrible nightmare. When I opened my eyes I was still in the hospital, tears began falling freely from them. When Dylan noticed he only held me tighter, his head resting on top of mine, gently rubbing my back. Finally, a loud sob escaped my throat, there was no stopping it.

“Shh, I’ve got you love, I’ve got you.” Dylan whispered as he held me and just let me cry.

“No! No, please stop…please…Stop!!!” My legs were kicking furiously, my arms swinging trying to get them off of me but nothing worked. They wouldn’t stop. They wouldn’t leave me alone. They were going to kill me and there was nothing I could do to stop them.

“[Y/N]! Baby! Wake up. You’re dreaming. [Y/N], it’s me! It’s Dylan, you need to wake up, you’re having a nightmare.” I heard his voice and my eyes shot open. His arms were holding me tightly as he tried to keep me from moving everywhere, trying to calm me down. “It’s okay, it’s okay…you’re okay.” He said softly.

I couldn’t breathe. It felt like the air had been sucked out of my chest and I couldn’t get it back. I tried to get a breath but nothing happened, again I tried but it was like my lungs were glued shut.

“I c-ca-can’t..I can’t b-breathe.” I wheezed, tears starting to form in my eyes from fear. A machine next to me had started beeping which must have alerted a nurse because she came rushing in.

“I think she’s having a panic attack.” Dylan told her.

The nurse grabbed a mask and placed it over my face, “breathe, honey.” She told me and I tried once more to take a breath. “Close your eyes and count to ten then take another breath.” I did as she said and closed my eyes, counting slowly in my head. Once I got to ten I tried taking another breath. This time I could actually feel air fill my lungs. “Good, and again.” I repeated it a few more times before my breathing had finally returned to normal.

The nurse removed the mask from my face then began cleaning up my arm. I looked down at it and noticed that my IV had come out causing blood to drip down my arm. She put the IV back in, checked my vitals and then headed back out of the room. I leaned back in bed, Dylan still sitting next to me. I could feel his eyes on me, like he wanted to ask what happened but at the same time, he knew exactly what it was. He sighed and I finally looked over at him, he had a sad look on his face, like he didn’t know what to say to make it better.

“I’m sorry…” I told him looking away again, feeling to ashamed to make eye contact. I didn’t know why he was even still here, I had gotten pregnant after sleeping with him twice, knowing him a month, then lost the baby, he had no reason to still be here when he could be back working on his movie and moving on with his life.

“Hey,” He said softly, placing his hand under my chin and gently turning my head to look at him, leaning down so we were closer together. “[Y/N], you have absolutely nothing, nothing to be sorry for.” He said shaking his head. “You haven’t done anything wrong, there is no reason for you to apologize for anything, love.” Dylan’s voice was soft as he gently brushed his thumb over my cheek wiping away a tear that had fallen.

I nodded, closing my eyes as a few more tears fell. I didn’t understand why he was being so supportive, so nice, when I had basically ruined his life.

“Ma’am?” A deep male voice said causing me to look towards the door. I saw two cops, standing there, holding a folder. “We need to ask you some questions about the night you were attacked.” He said again walking closer to my bed.

“O-Okay,” I said, sighing trying to calm myself down. I knew this was only going to bring back the memories, memories that I only wanted to forget.

Dylan sat by my side the whole time, I could only image what he was thinking as he heard me explain what the girls had done to me. He probably thought I was weak, that I should have fought harder, that I should have yelled, something. Hell, I thought I was weak, I thought all those things about myself, of course he would think them about me too. Finally, the cops told me about what had happened at my apartment, that Dylan had been there and caught the girls but they needed me to identify them. They showed me a couple sheets of paper that had nine pictures each on them. The second I saw the girls who attacked me I felt the air leave my chest, it felt like I was living that night all over again. After I pointed them out the officers told me that they had confessed they just needed me to confirm it was them before they officially charged them. I was told there wouldn’t have to be a trail since they had confessed which was a relief, the sooner I could try and forget what happened the better. I didn’t think I would be able to live through having to tell anyone what happened again.

After the cops left Liz and Tyler came by to visit, it was nice to see them, especially Liz. The boys left the room and let us have some time alone. She told me about what was going on with her and Tyler, what had been going on in her life with work and everything, it was nice to have something to talk about other than what had happened to me. My parents came by too, they talked mostly about how much they loved Dylan and thought I had picked a “keeper” with him. I hadn’t exactly pictured my parents meeting him while I was unconscious in the hospital, but at least they liked him, although at this point I wasn’t sure how much longer he would be around.

The next few days went by slowly but Dylan was there each second, always making sure I was doing okay. A few of my friends came by to visit, the cops came back by to tell me the girls has been charged and locked away so that I had nothing to worry about, it was over. The staples in my head came out, the stitches in my cheek and on my side came out, the doctors did one last x-ray and scan to make sure everything was healing okay. Thankful, they said I was healing rather quickly and I was finally in good enough shape to go home.

While the nurse left to go get my discharge papers ready I changed into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, it felt good to wear some real clothes for a change.

“So…..I was thinking…” Dylan said nervously making me look at him, a slightly confused look on my face, he never sounded nervous. He was looking down at his hands, twiddling his thumbs nervously. “I think you should come to LA with me.” He said finally.

“Dylan, I don’t know...” I said with a sigh, looking away from him.

“I know your job is here and everything but…I want you to move in with me. I want you near me so I can keep you safe. And Liz and Tyler are there so if for some reason, I have to leave and you can’t come they can stay with you and make sure you’re okay. You can bring your pets, I have no problem with that. When you’re all healed, you can look for a teaching job out there, they need more amazing teachers like you in Los Angeles anyways.” I couldn’t help but smile as I listened to him list off all the reasons I should go with him. “And your apartment...well it would probably be easier to just pack stuff up than get it cleaned up.” He said reaching over and taking me hand. “I know it’s a huge step but I love you and I want to do whatever I can to keep you safe. Please, at least just think about it.”

“Okay, I’ll do it.” I grinned and took his hand.

“That’s all I can ask for.” He said with a sigh and I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

“No, I mean I’ll move to LA, I’ll move in with you.” I told him.

“Oh…Oh! Oh my god okay, yes! Great. Perfect.” I laughed at his reaction, it was almost as if he hadn’t expected me to actually agree to it. “You’re not going to regret it.” He pulled me into him, his arms holding me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his stomach and rested my head against his chest, closing my eyes and sighing to myself.

“I love you.” I told him, just before the nurse walked in with papers for me to sign.

After all the paperwork was signed and all my flowers and cards that had been sent to me were gathered up the nurse helped me into a wheel chair, apparently it was required, and rolled me out of the hospital. Liz was waiting for us in her rental car with Tyler. They all loaded everything in and we made our way to my apartment. I was nervous to see just how much damage the girls had done, nervous to see how much I had lost because of them.

We pulled up outside my building, the first time I had been there since the attack, and chills went up my spine.

“I can’t do this.” I said when I stepped out of the car, Dylan walking around the car to stand next to me. He wrapped his arm around me and gave me a small squeeze to try and reassure me.

“It’s okay, we’re all here, you’re going to be fine. We’re going to go in, pack up the things you need and then we’ll go to a hotel for the night. You can do this.” He grabbed my hand and linked our fingers together, leading me up the stairs to my apartment.

I took a deep breath and walked into my apartment, the second I walked through the door I froze, the whole place was destroyed. Shelves were knocked down, pictures frames were shattered, pictures were ripped, furniture torn up, it was like I was walking into a home that wasn’t mine. I was just thankful my parents were still talking care of my pets when all of this happened.

The four of us started picking some of the mess up. I didn’t worry about salvaging any of the furniture since I knew Dylan had everything we needed in his place. I started packing up my clothes, filling up suitcases until everything was out of my drawers and closet. I walked over to my bed and saw the picture of Dylan and I that had been sitting next to it torn to shreds. My heart broke that all of this happened just because we had fallen in love and someone couldn’t accept it.

“It’s not fair…” I whispered, mostly to myself as I sat down on my bed looking at the ripped up picture. I felt the bed move and looked over to see Dylan sitting next to me.

“We’ll take more pictures.” He said softly taking my hand.

“It’s not just the picture. It’s all of this. They tried to kill me, tried to destroy my life just because I fell in love with you and you feel in love with me. They ruined everything.” I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand trying not to cry, I was so tired of crying.

“They didn’t ruin everything. They didn’t ruin us. You still have me, I’m not going anywhere.” Dylan kissed the side of my head and pulled me into his side carefully.

After I spent the next few minutes crying I put myself back together and finished packing up my things so we could get going. I decided it would be best to just have my stuff shipped to Dylan’s place in California instead of trying to check it all on the plane so we stopped by a FedEx store and dropped it all off to be shipped. Once we were finally at the hotel the four of us ordered room service and put on a movie, things were starting to slowly feel like they were getting back to normal.

Once the movie was over Tyler and Dylan stepped out on the balcony to smoke and Liz slid over to me on the couch, wrapping her arms around me in a big hug.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. I’m so glad you’re moving to LA.” She grinned. “I knew it was only a matter of time before you joined me out there. I’m just sorry this is what it took.” She shrugged. I nodded and gave her a weak smile, resting my head on her shoulder. “Hey..” She said making me lift my head back up. “What’s wrong? You’ve been really quiet, even with Dylan.”

I knew she was right, I had been quiet, I was just hoping no one had really noticed or chalked it up to me just getting out of the hospital. Liz knew better though, she could see right through me and could always tell when something was wrong. I had told her about the attack and everything but I hadn’t told her everything that had happened to me because of it, I didn’t know how.

“[Y/N] you know you can tell me anything.” She said sitting up straighter when she noticed how I tensed up.

“I um…I didn’t tell you everything,” I said glancing at her quickly before looking away.

“What else did they do?” She asked, fear and worry in her voice.

“I didn’t know…I didn’t know until the doctor told me when I woke up that I…” Tears started to fall, again with the fucking tears, I was surprised I still had any left. Liz placed her hand on my back rubbing it lightly. “I was p-pregnant an-and the…the assault and the stabbing c-caus-ed me to l-lose it.” I had never said it out until that moment. Saying it out loud made it real.

“Oh [Y/N].” She said pulling me into her tightly as I began to sob.

“Th-They don’t know i-if I’ll ev-ever be able to…to have k-kids now.” I cried into her shoulder. “H-He hasn’t said it b-but I think D-Dylan is mad a-about it and he’s prob-ably going to b-break up with me because w-why would he wa-want to waste hi-his time with s-some-someone who c-can’t give him a fa-family? He’s j-just doing a-all this b-because he feels s-sorry for me. I know it.” It’s like everything I was thinking and feeling over the last few days was finally coming out and there was no stopping it.

Liz let me cry, she let me get it all out without saying anything or trying to prove me wrong. She just listened and comforted me. That’s what I needed. Eventually I calmed down and felt like I could hold an actual conversation. I was surprised the boys had been outside for so long, but thankful because this wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have with Dylan or let Tyler hear.

“I’m so sorry, [Y/N]. I can’t even imagine what you’re going through with any of this, especially that. But I do know that you’re wrong about Dylan. He loves you, he’s crazy in love with you. He flew across the world to be with you. I’ve never seen anyone love someone as much as he loves you. He would never leave you because of this. Besides, you don’t even know if they’re right. You could still get pregnant, you never know.” She was trying to reassure me that everything would be okay but it was too hard for me to believe. Why would anyone want to stay in a relationship with someone who couldn’t give them a family? “You just have to give it time, you’ll get through this. You’ve made it this far.” She smiled and I did my best to smile back to show her I believed her, even though I wasn’t sure I did.

It’s been a few weeks since [Y/N] moved in with me in LA and I felt so much better knowing that she was close and I could get to her quickly if need be. I was taking a few weeks off from the movie to make sure she was situated and feeling okay about everything here. Most of the time we spent getting her things moved in, I let her do some redecorating so that she would feel more at home. I wanted her to feel like this was also her place, I didn’t want her to feel like she was a guest in my house. It was ours now.

Ever since we’d gotten to LA something about her had been different. She wasn’t talking to me as much, she never seemed to want to do anything, she was distant and not the girl I knew. It worried me. I knew that she was probably processing everything from the attack to the baby to the move but the way she seemed to be doing it didn’t seem like it would do much good. Whenever I would talk to her she would give me one word responses, she would want to spend most of her time alone in the bedroom, I couldn’t help but feel like I had done something wrong.

Usually whenever I would have to leave the house Liz would come over and stay with [Y/N], I didn’t want her to be alone and I’m not sure she was comfortable with it yet either. However after a few days of convincing me that she was ready to stay home by herself while I ran errands I finally agreed. It made me anxious but I knew I couldn’t hover over her forever.

“You’re sure you’ll be okay?” I asked walking over to her at the kitchen counter.

“I’ll be fine, I promise.” She smiled at me which was reassuring.

“Alright, well just call me if you need anything, I should be back in a couple hours. Love you.” I gave her a kiss and made my way out the door.

I was meeting Liz for lunch, it seemed like [Y/N] had been talking to her lately more than she had me and I needed to find out if there was something going on. I tapped my fingers nervously on the steering wheel of my car the whole way there, I just needed everything to be okay, I didn’t want to hear that she was planning on leaving me which is what it felt like her behavior was leading up to.

I pulled into the parking lot and sighed, trying to relax myself before getting out of the car and headed inside. I saw Liz sitting at a table by the window, she waved me down and I gave her a smile, walking over to join her with a quick hug.

“Hey, thanks for coming.” I said pulling out my chair and sitting down across from her.

“Of course, is everything okay?” She asked, taking a sip of her water that was on the table.

“Well, I’m actually hoping you can tell me that.” I told her just before the waitress came over to take our orders.

“What do you mean?” Liz looked at me as if she had no clue why I would need to ask her if everything was okay.

“Has [Y/N] said anything lately about…being unhappy with me or…I don’t know…anything?” I asked, sure I sounded crazy by the look on her face.

“What? Of course not! Why on earth would you think that?” Her eyebrows furrowed, looking at me like I had two heads. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders taking a sip of my drink before responding.

“I don’t know she’s just been weird lately. She hardly talks to me, she acts like she doesn’t want me around, she’s distant and I just get this feeling that…maybe she’s thinking of leaving me and I don’t understand. I don’t understand what I did wrong. What I did to make her start acting like this.” Our food was delivered as I went on my rant, I’m sure the waitress probably thought I was some pussy who needed to man up, on the verge of crying.

“Dylan, that’s not it.” Liz finally said after the waitress left our table. She sighed and I knew she knew exactly what was going on. I was upset that [Y/N] felt like there was something she couldn’t tell me but glad that whatever it was, it wasn’t that she wanted to leave me.

“Then what is it?” I asked her impatiently.

“She thinks that you’re going to want to leave her.” When those words left her mouth I almost choked on my food. I couldn’t imagine what I had done to make her think that.

“What? Why would she think that?” I questioned the girl furiously needing answers.

“I’ve tried to tell her a million times that she’s wrong but she can’t seem to get it through her head. She feels like you’re not going to want to be with her now that she might not be able to have children. She thinks she’s a waste of your time.” I felt my heart break when Liz finally told me what had been going on with [Y/N] and I wracked my brain trying to figure out what I could have said or done to make her feel that way.

“I would never leave her because of that. I would never her leave her ever. Why does she think that?” I asked hoping maybe Liz knew something I didn’t but she just shook her head.

“I don’t know, I think it’s just her mind telling her these things, I don’t think it’s anything you did. Deep down I’m sure she knows you would never leave her, especially for that reason but I think all the hate and the attack just has her feeling really…worthless.” She shrugged. “Oh, she also thinks you’re leaving her because you didn’t ask her to go back to South Africa with you.”

I took my baseball cap off my head and ran my fingers through my hair before placing the cap back.

“I didn’t ask her to go because I didn’t think she would want to do that much traveling or be that far away from her family after all this.” I sighed resting my head in my hands. “I have to fix this, I have to tell her she’s wrong, I wouldn’t leave her even if it was certain that she couldn’t have kids.”

Liz and I chatted for a little while longer while we finished our food. I was glad to finally have an answer as to why [Y/N] had been so distant lately but now all I wanted to do was get back to her and tell her how I really felt. Liz and I hugged goodbye and went our separate ways. On my way home I stopped at the store and picked up her favorite ice cream and a bouquet of orchids and lilies, remembering that she had told me they were her favorite when we were getting her ankle looked at. Once I was home I stopped in the kitchen to put the ice cream away and made my way into the living room where [Y/N] was laying on the couch watching Friends.

“Hey beautiful.” I smiled, sitting down next to her and holding out the flowers for her. She smiled, a bigger smile that what had crossed her face before I left earlier.

“What are these for?” She questioned as she took them, smelling them. She closed her eyes as she took in the smell, smiling to herself as she did.

“Because I love you.” I stated simply. She looked up at me over the flowers, a questioning look on her face. “I had lunch with Liz, she told me why you’ve been acting so distant lately.” I confessed. She set the flowers down on the coffee table, turning away from me.

“I just don’t understand why you would want to keep wasting your time with me when I’ll never be able to give you a family.” She spoke softly, the weak sound of her voice breaking my heart. I hated seeing her like that, doubting herself, feeling like she wasn’t enough.

“Hey,” I said moving over closer to her making her turn to look at me. “I don’t care if the doctors say you may not be able to have kids. That doesn’t change how much I love you. That doesn’t change the fact that until I met you, I never knew what being in love really felt like.” I said placing my hands gently on her cheeks.

“But I’m damaged.” She whispered, looking down to not make eye contact.

“[Y/N], you are so far from damaged, to me you’re perfect. You’re everything I could ever want in someone and so much more.” I dipped my head down trying to get her to look at me, when she finally did I smiled at her.

“But I can’t give you a fam-“ I stopped her before she could finish.

“If you can’t get pregnant then that’s something we’ll deal with, there are other ways to have a family, there are so many kids out there that don’t have anyone, we could adopt, have a surrogate, we have options baby, but we don’t even know for sure that you won’t be able to get pregnant, so don’t let that control your life.” I told her hopefully. “We will have a family one day.” I smiled and saw her searching my face.

“So…you see us lasting that long?” She questioned and I couldn’t help the small laugh that fell from my lips.

“Well you obviously do, why is it so crazy that I do too?” I asked and just got a shrug from her in response. “I can see myself with you for the rest of my life.” I confessed, “you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” I winked and pulled her into me, falling back on the couch.

I kissed her softly, my fingers tangling in her hair gently as she slowly started to kiss me back. Her hands rested on my chest, her hair falling around us.

“You’re amazing,” she whispered against my lips, “how did I get so lucky?” she questioned and I shook my head.

“I’m the one who got lucky.” I told her, kissing her again.

We stayed like that for a while, kissing and enjoying each other’s company. I rolled over onto my side, my back to the TV, her back to the couch. I laid there staring at her, happy that things were finally starting to feel normal again.

“I’ve missed this so much. I’ve missed you.” I told her, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face and behind her ear.

“Me too.” She agreed and leaned in to kiss me which I happily returned.

Our legs tangled together as I pulled her closer to me, our bodies pressed together, our lips mingling with passion. This continued for a few moments, our lips turning red and puffy from the fiction they had been missing for so long. We were soon brought out of the moment when my phone began buzzing in my front pocket. Groaning, pulled back from the kiss and pulled my phone out to see who was calling, I sighed when I saw it was Wes, knowing I had to answer.

“Hello?” I said giving [Y/N] a small smile of apology.

“Hey Dylan, listen, I’ve got some bad news.” I rolled my eyes, sure I already knew what he was going to say.

“What is it?” I asked, sliding down so I was on my back, letting [Y/N] rest on my chest.

“We’ve had some scheduling mistakes and we’re going to need you back here in the next few days instead of next week.” By the tone of his voice I could tell her felt bad about it but it was still disappointing to hear.

“Alright, well I’ll see about getting the next flight available.” I sighed.

“Thanks man, and sorry about this, I know you’ve got a lot going on, we just can’t risk losing any more time.” He said and I nodded even though he couldn’t see it.

“I understand, I’ll let you know when I get it sorted. Bye.” I said and hung up, shoving my phone back into my pocket.

“What’s wrong?” [Y/N] asked looking up at me.

“They need me back to set sooner than we’d agreed on, something about scheduling mistakes or something.” I told her, seeing a hint of sadness cross her face. “You should come with me.” I finally said and her eyes widened.

“What? I thought…you hadn’t asked me before so I thought you didn’t want me there.” She said sitting up so we could both see each other better. I quickly shook my head, remembering that Liz had said she thought something like that.

“No! Of course I want you there, I just hadn’t suggested it because I didn’t think you would want to be that far from your parents or be traveling for that long. I want you to come.” I told her sitting up as well.

“Really?” She asked, smiling with eyebrows raised. I laughed and nodded.

“Yes, really.” I reassured her.

“Okay, I’ll come!” She said excitedly. It was so nice to finally see her happy and excited for a change.

“Great, I’ll get a flight booked for us, why don’t you go start packing, then when you’re done, there’s some ice cream in the freezer we’ll need to eat.” I winked as she headed up the stairs.

I booked two tickets on the next flight out that we would be able to make and sent Wes all the info so he knew when we’d be arriving. I called Tyler and asked if he would be willing to take the animals while we were gone, he already had some so I knew he wouldn’t mind a couple more. Once everything was all sorted out I headed upstairs and found [Y/N] sitting in the closet surrounded by a pile of clothes, the sight making me laugh.

“I think you’re going to need a bigger suitcase if that’s the way you pack.” I winked at her and she rolled her eyes at me before throwing a shirt at me.

“Shut up! I’m not use to packing to be gone for months at a time and I don’t know anything about what it’s like there, is it hot? Does it get cold? Should I take anything dressy? There’s just so many options.” She said looking around at the clothes in front of her. I laughed again and grabbed my suitcase from the shelf.

“It’s hot, so pack cool clothes, we may go out occasionally so if you want to pack something nice you can, sometimes it can get cold at night so you may want a pair of sweats or something. But anything you don’t pack, we can always go shopping for when we get there. That’s usually what I end up doing, I pack some stuff but then buy more while I’m gone because there ends up being something I forgot or didn’t even think I’d need.” I told her while I threw some shirts and shorts into my bag, most of my stuff was still there from before.

I helped [Y/N] finish packing up her clothes then we moved on to packing up her toiletries and extra things she wanted to take with her like a pillow, some books, and movies. Once we had everything together I hauled everything downstairs setting them by the door.

“Oh, I called Tyler and he said he’d be happy to watch the pets while we’re gone and I’m sure he’d be happy to let them facetime you.” I winked knowing how much she would miss them.

“Perfect.” She said picking up the cat that I had grown awfully fond of and scratching its head. “So where’s that ice cream?” She asked setting the cat back down and heading towards the kitchen.

I laughed and pulled it out of the freezer while she grabbed a couple spoons from the drawer. I hopped up on the counter and she joined me, digging her spoon in right away.

“They’re not going to mind that I’m there, right? Like I know they were okay with me visiting but this is going to be a lot longer than that, they’re okay with it?” She asked, swinging her legs back and forth.

“Yeah, they’re not going to mind at all. Besides, Kaya’s husband is there too so it would be wrong of them to be okay with that and not you. And, I think everyone is really excited to finally meet you.” I told her, shrugging as I licked my spoon. “Also, they were probably getting annoyed just hearing me talk about you all the time so maybe if you’re there I won’t have to do that.” I winked and nudged her side playfully.

“You talk about me a lot?” She questioned.

“Well yeah, I mean I had to make sure they knew how amazing my girlfriend is.” She laughed but I saw a blush forming on her cheeks making her look even more beautiful than I thought possible. When I looked at her I noticed a drip of chocolate on her chin. Smirking, I leaned over and kissed it off, letting my tongue brush against her skin. “You had some ice cream there.” I winked, then kissed her lips quickly.

“Thanks,” she said, the blush on her cheeks only growing.

It didn’t take long before we had finished the entire tub of ice cream and both felt like our stomachs were going to pop from so much of it. I tossed it in the trash and washed off our spoons, putting them away after drying them. Looking over at the time I realized that we had to be at the airport in just five hours to get through security to make our flight on time.

“Come on love, we should get some rest, tomorrow is going to be a long day.” I told her, taking her hand and leading her upstairs.

We both changed out of our clothes, I put on a pair of pajama pants, she put on one of my t-shirts and crawled into bed. Although we had been sharing a bed every night since she moved in she would usually lay off to the side, facing away from me so, when she moved next to me and curled into my side I welcomed the gesture and wrapped my arms around her. She rested her head on my chest as I pulled the covers over our bodies. I sighed happily to myself, running my fingers through her hair, feeling myself drifting off to sleep. I knew this was the girl I was going to marry someday.

“Dylan! H-help!” I shot up at the sound of her voice, yelling, panic filling my body.

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