No one will love you like I do -Dylan Holland love story.

Chapter 33.

*Dylan's P.O.V*

I wake up and Andrea isn't there. I get up and look into the living room. I see Alyssa laying on the couch. I hear the shower running so I go into the bathroom. I take my shirt off.

Can I join? I ask.

Alyssa pokes her head out.

Excuse me? She replies.

Oh my god, I'm sorry. I thought you were Andrea. I say.

Oh, I was hoping you wanted to join. She says.

Um, no. I reply.

I rush out. I walk to the couch and lay on top of Andrea. She smiles at me.

I thought Alyssa was you. I tell her.

What? She asks.

I explain to her what happened. She laughs at me.

It's not funny. I say.

Okay. She replies.

I lean down and kiss her softly. She kisses back and I continue the kiss.

Aye shower boy! Alyssa exclaims.

I pull away and we sit up.

Shut up. I mutter.

Alyssa and Andrea laugh at me. I shake my head.

I didn't know! I exclaim.

Calm down Dylan. We know. Alyssa replies.

Fine. I say.

Alyssa whispers something to Andrea and they both burst out laughing.

What's so funny? I asked.

Nothing. Andrea replies quickly.

Whatever. I mumble.

Dylan calm down. It's nothing about you. She says.

Well then what is it? I ask.

Andrea looks at Alyssa.

It was about Phil. Alyssa says.

Who's Phil? I ask.

Some guy I slept with. She replies.

Just some guy? I ask.

Yeah. She replies.

That's kind of whoreish. I say.

Well thanks. She mumbles.

You can't be mad. When you sleep with random guys, you know what it means. I say.

Whatever. She replies.

Sorry, I was just being honest. I say.

Next time keep it to yourself. She replies.

I'm sorry! I exclaim.

She ignores me.

Please forgive me. I'm sorry. I say.

She ignores me again.

Please Alyssa, I'm so sorry! I exclaim.

Dylan, it's fine. She replies.

You sure? I ask.

Yeah, I'm sure. She replies.

She smiles and I smile back.

*Normal P.O.V.*

So what should we do? I ask.

Actually, I better get home. Alyssa replies.

Okay, I'll walk you out. I reply.

We stand up and walk out to her car. She leans against it and looks at me.

Is what Dylan said true? She asks.

Not entirely. He had no right to say it. I reply.

She nods and hugs me goodbye, I hug her back.

Bye I say.

She waves and gets in her car. She drives away and I walk back inside. I walk to the couch and sit next to Dylan. He moves close to me and I cuddle into me. He looks down at me and smiles. My phone goes off and it's a text from Alyssa.

Alyssa- I don't want to be around you or Dylan anymore.

I frown.

What's wrong? Dylan asks.

I ignore him.

Me- No don't do this.

Tell me. Dylan says.

I show him the texts and he gets a guilty look on his face.

I'm sorry. He says.

I shrug. Alyssa texts back.

Alyssa- Why should I come back? I'm just a whore to you and him anyways.

I shake my head.

Me- No you're not. You're my best friend and a good friend of Dylan's.

Dylan takes my phone and reads the texts.

I'm really sorry. He says.

Whatever. I mumble.

I take my phone back.

Alyssa- Whatever.

Me- You don't need to be around Dylan but can we still hangout?

Alyssa- Sure.

Me- Good.

Dylan looks at me.

We're going to hangout soon, just without you. I say.

Oh. He replies.

I lean my head on his shoulder.

I'm sorry about earlier. He says.

It's fine. I reply.

He looks at me sadly.

This is my fault. I feel so bad. He says.

Dylan, it's fine. Don't feel bad. I reply.

How can you forgive me so easily? He asks.

It's because I love you. I reply.

He smiles. I smile back.

I love you too. He says.

He leans in and kisses me and I kiss him back. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight.

I don't ever want to lose you. He whispers.

You won't. I reply.

Promise? I asks.

I promise. I reply.

I lay my head on his chest. He holds me close. I smile and look up at him.

When are we going to get married? I ask.

When do you want to? He replies.

Whenever you want. I say.

Well, we can start making wedding plans and stuff. He replies.

I want to get married on a beach. I say.

That'd be pretty, I'd like it. He replies.

We sit there for about an hour talking about wedding stuff. We plan where we want it, on the beach. The reception will be at a hall across the street. We plan everything we need to. I get up and walk to the room. I lay down and close my eyes and fall asleep.

*Hope you liked this one!*