Unforeseen

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TW: talk about mental health struggles

"For how long will you be staying, Miss?". "Two weeks", you smiled at the English officer. "Could you give me the address you'll be staying at please?"...

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The "Arrivals" automatic door opened, and you saw Dash standing out from the crowd with a balloon in his hand that read "Welcome!", some flowers, and a chauffeur-looking man standing next to him. You rushed into his arms and hugged him tightly. It felt nice to embrace him again. "I made it!". You said; he mirrored your sweet smile and gave you a peck on the lips. "Here give me your stuff!".

On the ride home you talked about your flight and about the deal with your parents about visiting them in the summer. "How have you been doing?! How are your friends?!", you asked genuinely interested. "It 's been great! Everyone's doing amazing! Finn's working with a film company already!". "Wow, that's amazing!". Finn was also getting a degree in something to do with film; he once visited NYC and you met him. He's a really nice guy. "Yeah, I'm so happy that everyone's doing good!". "How have you been?". Horribly to be honest. "Good!", you said, trying to put on your best show. "Y/n...?", he insisted, knowing your battle with your mental health was rough. "It's fine... really! I don't want to talk about it; I've only gone crazy like once since you left! It's really no big deal". You knew he asked because he was genuinely worried, but you didn't want to ruin his and your holidays by talking about your emotional distress. "Did you...?". "I did", you whispered before he could say another word. "Y/n..." he sweetly said with a mix of worry and an in despair undertone. He took your hands into his. "I thought we had talked about this! How you were going to call me when you were feeling the urge to do it". "I know", you just sighed. I don't think I would actually ever call you, nor anyone, but I appreciate the offer. You knew you fucked up, you were disappointed in yourself already, and you didn't need to hear about him feeling bad about it too. "I'm sorry", was all you could say: you smiled apologetically as you leaned on his shoulder. "I know baby, I know... But never forget that I'm here for you, I mean it". He placed a kiss on the top of your head and you let a few tears spill from your eyes... You stayed like that for the rest of the ride until you got home.

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"Home, sweet home", Dash said as he opened the front door of his house to you. The property was fucking huge and was one of the most beautiful homes you have ever seen. Of course, you had seen it before in pictures, but they didn't do it justice. One of your main goals for when you're older is to have a home just like this one in the English countryside. Thankfully as soon as you arrived at the estate, your mood shifted and you were feeling a whole lot better now. "Dash!!! It's even more beautiful than the pictures!", you said excitedly as you hugged him and swayed with him. Your eyes were wandering every single corner of the property in front of you, and not a single flaw was visible. "I love it!! PLEASE GIVE ME A TOUR RIGHT NOW!". "All right, all right", he said as he put his hands up giving in to you. "Let's just get your stuff to your room, and then I'll show you around". You clapped and made a high pitch sound. This was definitely one of those few moments where you let your inner child come through. You were always so serious... "Hurry, hurry", you smacked his butt as he was going out the door. "Y/n!!".

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You threw yourself on the couch as you sighed exaggeratedly. "Damn, that was exhausting!". By now it was already around 3 pm. "You insisted on getting the long tour! I told you—". "I know, I know...". There were a few seconds of silence before you had a realization. "So, where's everyone? We're the only ones home apart from your fancy driver", you said the latter in a posh British accent. Dash rolled his eyes and he scooched closer to you on the couch. "We areeee", he said in an enticing tone as he put a strand of hair behind your ear. "Uh, uh", you shook your head from left to right and clicked your tongue. "Who knows when they'll be home? I'm not risking it", you pushed his chest away and laughed. "It's been two weeks y/n", he pleaded as he pulled you back into him. "Ughhh fine, I'll give in", you said. "Really?! He excitedly asked as he lifted his brows. "No, I'm kidding". He stuck his tongue out at you. "I'll give you a make-out session though if you want...". "I'll take it". And so it happened right there on the living room fancy couch; you sitting in his lap, your arms around his neck, and his hands roaming your thighs. "Grab my ass", you hungrily said as you played with his ear. "You're so hot", he breathed out. "I know", you said cockily. After a few minutes you both heard the front door open. "Shit", you said at the same time. You quickly got up from his lap and started running towards your room laughing before whispering loudly enough for both of you to hear "text me!", you winked, and you just heard him groan in a funny way.