Prince Charming

You're a dumb ass.

"I hope you have fun." I say, smiling weakly.

"How can I? You won't be there." He answers, hot tears coming to my eyes. He uses his thumb to brush them away.

"You have Thomas Brodie-Sangster and Kaya Scodelario for crying out loud!" I exasperate for his benefit.

He laughs a halfhearted laugh.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? I mean, it's not long till this little devil is due to make an appearance."

A couple of weeks ago, Dylan finally admitted that the reason Wes had called, was because they decided to move filming forward.

So now, we were standing at the airport, he was just waiting for the rest of the cast to arrive. I don't really know why they are all meeting here, in London but at least it's not too far away from our home.

"The first time I get a break, I'm coming home." He murmurs to me.

"And I'll be waiting." I tell him.

"We were standing at the airport, now it's time to close the plane door, I could barely hold it all inside." He starts singing.

"Torn in two, and I know I shouldn't tell you but I just can't stop think about you." I sing back.

"Wherever you are, you."

"Every Night I almost called you just to say it always will be you,"

"Wherever you are."

He rests his forehead on my own, tears running down our faces, I put my hands on my bump and he does the same.

"I'm the father, no matter who it is by blood, but I'm the father." He tells me.

I nod.

"Hey! O'Brien!" I hear a soft voice shout.

We both look up to see Kaya walking towards us, wearing a pink and white dress similar to one that she wore to comic con.

She looks me over and smiles slightly. Then she notices where our hands are.

"Oh my god! Congratulations!" She squeals and runs over to hug me.

"Thank you." I breath out.

"Oh my, how far along are you?" She asks, totally forgetting about Dylan.

He looks hurt but I have a feeling it's more to do with the fact he's leaving than anything else.

"Five months." I tell her, smiling.

"My my, four months to go! I bet you are excited!"

"We are." Dylan puts in, shuffling closing to me he kneels down to face my stomach.

"I will be here for when you come. I will love you, hold you in my arms as you open your eyes for the first time. I will be there for you for when you grow up, when you go to school. For anything you want." He tells the baby.

I wipe tears from my eyes and so does Kaya.

"That was beautiful, Dyl." A familiar British voice says.

I turn to see Thomas Brodie-Sangster walking over, wearing nothing but simple joggers and a jumper. His dirty blonde hair looked like it hadn't been brushed and his brown eyes similar to Dylan's looked over all of us, silenced observing us. The rest of the cast turn up all too soon.

"Alright, you better go. I'll see you when you come home." I whisper to him.

"Okay, I'll miss you, Baby." He whispers.

"I'll miss you too."

He gives me a sad smile and walks off with the cast, When I'm sure he's not looking, I break down crying.

It feels like a part of me is also walking away too, Wes didn't tell Dylan how long he was going away, but even an hour seems like forever.

I slip to my knees and hold my stomach tight, my heart aches, I find it hard to breath. I can't remember what life was without Dylan, and we aren't even together.

I feel a pair of arms wrap around my tight, I smell a very familiar scent. Dylan. I start crying more.

"Please don't cry, I feel bad enough as it is." He cries.

"No, I'm not crying. Something got into my eye." I lie stupidly.

"You are such a dumb ass." He tells me.

I chuckle and calm down. I wipe my eyes and look up at the broken angel in front of me. His hair was styled up and his beautiful eyes show nothing but sadness and remorse.

I kiss his forehead and wipe his tears away.

"Go, they need you." I tell him.

"But you need me too."

"I'm a big girl now, and big girls don't cry." I sing.

"Okay, see you soon. The both of you." He says and once again, he walks away back to the cast who were waiting for him.

They all pat his back and Kaya gives him a hug. I feel a stab at the heart but I honestly couldn't think correctly.

I walk out the airport and I call a taxi. Time to start this period of my life without the man who waltzed into my life over a hot chocolate.

Great, we're all bloody inspired.

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Hey guys. Yeah, I hate me too. Well, I was going to make this longer but I really didn't have the time 0.0

I will try and start the next chapter soon.

I love you all, 😘

-Z