Who Would Have Known?

~CHAPTER 5~

Thomas's P.O.V:
The movie finished and we were escorted out by loads of security guards.

I texted Y/N to say that I'll meet her at her house later.

I feel a hand come in contact with my shoulder. I turn my head to the side and see Dylan staring down at the screen of my phone. He glances at me, then back at my phone smirking.

"So what time are we going Tommy boy?"

"We?" I question.

"I just thought you would want me to come, just for moral support." He winks.

"Sure..." I wink back sarcastically.

He gives me a shove then gets in the car that brung most of the cast.

I left my helmet over my head and fasten it.

The engine of my motorcycle roared louder than the crowd getting held back by security.

I raced off toward Y/N's house.

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I pulled up to the house and carefully lock my helmet on the wheel of my bike.

I nervously walk up the empty drive way and knock on the wooden door.

Y/N's P.O.V:
We watched as the security guards escorted the cast out of the fully packed theatre.

The crowd lifted from their chairs, screaming. Y/F/N did the same, but she didn't cry out for actors or actresses, like many others.

As I looked back, I noticed that Dylan was waving in our direction.

I had a sarcastically disgusted look on my face, then noticed he wasn't actually waving at me. I then found myself laughing as I looked from him, to Y/F/N.

He turns back to Thomas, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

As soon as everyone emptied out of the building, I stood up and gathered our belongings.

I held the half empty popcorn box and my drink. Y/F/N had her beverage and a piece of paper in her hands.

"What's that?" I nod at the paper.

She blushed a faint pinkish-red. "It's Dylan's number!" She squealed in excitement.

I chortle at her giddiness.

I look for my keys. I find them on the chair I was sitting on.

I roll my eyes when I see Dylan's phone.

Y/F/N still had her eyes on the number.

She grabs out her phone and punches in the keys.

I grunt and pick Dylan's phone up. "Don't bother." She looks up, a smile flickers on her mouth as she observes the device.

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I drag her out a back door. A shortcut that Thomas and I found on our desperate escape from crazed fans.

"Uhh? Y/N, where are we going?" A confused look upon her.

I grin. "Shortcut"