A Love To Be Written About (A Dylan O'Brien Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

          During my numerous job searches in NYC, I had happened upon some pretty cool little shops and restaurants as well as a cute little coffee shop that I had stopped at. Dylan had not been to New York much, so after we hailed a cab, I told the driver right where to go.

            To make the car ride go fast, we continued our game of random question, most of which were coffee based as it was only appropriate. We got to the coffee shop and there were only a couple people in there. I could tell from Dylan’s body language that he approved as well. There were couches throughout the shop, along with many shelves filled with books and games. Soft singer/songwriter music played over the speakers, and candles placed throughout the shop gave the place a very relaxed feel.

            Dylan went to order for us, as I had already told him in the car how much I loved mocha frappuccinos, and from his answer, knew he would be getting a vanilla latte.

            We decided to sit on one of the big coaches in the back so we would be away from everyone else. We talked about everything it seemed – our hometowns, our families, our favorite songs, and what was on our life bucket list. While we talked, I couldn’t help but to sit back and take him in. The vintage t-shirt he was wearing was cut in just a way to show off not only his well-toned muscles, but his ab muscles as well. His brown hair was spiked slightly, adding to his hip look. And that stuff he was doing with his hands…safe to say I was liking this boy more and more.           

            “Now that we have had our caffeine jolt, what do we do?” Dylan asked.

            “Excuse me,” I said bring myself back to the present.

            “Well, there are still hours to kill today…you want to do something else?”

            “Don’t you have to get back to Los Angeles or something? I’m sure you have a really busy schedule. I don’t want to keep you….”

            He started to laugh. “I am taking a little vacation, so I am going to be here for a week or so,” he said.

            “Oh,” I said trying to hide back my excitement. “Well I am not all to familiar with the city yet. We could go back to my place…?”

            “That sounds perfect,” he said, giving me a killer smirk.

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            After sitting through a considerate amount of traffic, we finally made it back to my apartment.

            “Nice place,” Dylan said. “You got this stuff all here by yourself?”

            “Yep, mostly. Some random guy was kind enough to help me move in some of my bigger stuff and some of the stuff I bought after I got here, but otherwise this was all hauled up in my little Trailblazer,” I said with a laugh.

            “Well I liked it,” he said as he walked around, stopping to look at my pictures with friends, and other things I had around the place.

            “So,” I said, “I didn’t bring my whole movie collection with me, but I did just happen to bring Up…”

            Dylan got a huge smile on his face. “I feel like I know where this is going.”

            “I just want to say that I, Haley Barnes, introduced Dylan O’Brien to Up. Can’t you just give a girl that,” I said with my best pouty face.