Bereft (h.s)

67. Nice.

heads up....you're gonna hate me i think 🙂

Chapter 67

Alycia's Pov.

"Dylan." I said in shock and he smiled. "What...I thought you were gonna call." I said as I heard the elevator shut behind me. "I was but then I decided just to pop in. I knocked but you didn't answer so I figured you weren't home."

He's being strangely...normal.

"Oh...uhm, okay." "Look, I know you probably don't want me in your apartment. I understand. If you'd rather do this here, we can. If not, we can go to my place." He explained and he was right. I didn't want him in my apartment. I finally got to a point where I don't feel incredibly unsafe in my apartment anymore and I don't want one night of him being in there to taint it.

I know I might regret this but I honestly don't care anymore.

"We can go to yours." I told him and he honestly looked shocked that I said that. "Are you sure?"

Why is he acting like he's a decent person? He's not. Fuck, Jeff is going to be so mad if this all goes south. I didn't know though. I didn't even have time to call Jeff.

"Yeah. Now?" "Yeah. Do you want to go and tend to Jasper first?" He asked and I was shocked he even remembered my dogs name. "Uhm...no it's okay. Will this take very long?"

Please say no.

"No." He said and honestly, I believed him. "Then we can just go." I told him and he nodded before pressing the elevator button behind me.

He looked sober, which I was shocked, but also happy about. He also looked...nervous. It was strange seeing this on him.

We were both quiet as the elevator opened and we both stepped in and waited for it to close.

"I don't know if this question is allowed...but where's Harry?" He asked as the elevator closed.

I'm pretty sure he knows we're not together but even if he doesn't, I don't feel like I have to hide it. Maybe it will even work in my favor so he won't get quite as mad.

"We broke up."

I saw his head turn to look at me out of the corner of my eye but I still faced forward.

"Oh...shit. Why?" I just looked at him with a deadpan look and a little smile crept up on his lips. "That question isn't allowed. Got it." He said with a little smirk.

"You seem sober." I said and he laughed. "I am. Have been for three weeks actually."

Wow. Both of my ex's have been sober for three weeks. What ever did I do to deserve this?

"Why?" I asked and the elevator doors opened in front of us. "Because I needed to. I was really fucked up. Mentally too, as you know. I'm sorry you had to know that also." He said genuinely before continuing. "And I wasn't a good person. To anyone. Especially to you."

We walked off of the elevator and all I could think of was the fact that he's making me stay and have this...whatever you wanna call it, is meeting appropriate to say? He's making me do this so he won't release a sex tape that may or may not exist. He still isn't a good person.