Broken//Dylan O'Brien

Chapter Fourteen

A/N;
I know it's not that long, but I wanted to get something out.
Hope you guys like it.
Keep reading and voting and commenting and everything that you guys do.
I really love you guys, and tell your friends about me and my story. Also I would like to say that some serious feels may be hurt in the next few chapters. I have some serious stuff planned for this story, I fear a few may not like what I'm wanting to happen next but I hope that you love Azalea and Dylan just as much as me and that you will forgive me.
Okay happy reading.

Chapter 14 
Azalea

It has been a few days after I slept with Dylan. I was not regretting it by no means, a bit sore, but not regretting it. I had always cared for him greatly.
In all honesty I do not know why I haven’t called.
I guess I was nervous and scared a bit.
With him and I when things start getting good something will throw us all off coarse.
It's always so heart crushing once it happens too.
Today I would call him, maybe.
When I walked downstairs I realized a call was not needed because well he was here.
I slowly walked down the stairs, taking my time on each one.
Tyler was eying me as I was descending from the staircase.
“Hello sister. Dylan here brought some food and coffee. Say hello Dylan.” Tyler said.
I looked at Tyler confused.
He was acting very strange, I mean Tyler in general was a very strange and weird character but he was acting beyond strange right now.
I took a chocolate covered glazed donut out of the box.
“Why are you being so weird?” I asked as I bit into the donut.
“Well, dear sister that I love ever so much, Dylan here has a hickey on his neck. I do wonder how that got there.” he said.
I nearly chocked on my donut, I instantly had a coughing fit.
“Oh?” I asked.
“I know you two aren't “dating” but I feel like something sexual is happening here. And plus the other night I noticed that you came in very late.” he said.
“No. There is nothing sexual happening. Just friends, nothing more. And the other night you weren't here so please do go into detail  about how you saw me coming in late.” I said.
“Fine, caught me there. But I know something happened. Plus the other day I caught you guys making out, Dylan literally fell off your bed once I came in.” he said.
“Tyler I told you I burnt myself, no big deal. You could easily drop it.” Dylan said.
“But I won't.” Tyler said.
“And the other day we weren't making out, I honestly don't know what you saw. Dylan has a tendency to fall off beds when others come into the room.” I said.
“Yeah.” Dylan said while looking away.
“Well fun chat boys, but I should get to work soon. If not I may be fired.” I told them.
I walked into the kitchen to get some more creamer for my coffee before I got dressed for work when Dylan came into the kitchen. He basically slammed the box of donuts on the counter.
Only loud enough for me to notice, but not too loud to alarm Tyler in the other room.
“What the hell?” I asked.
“No, what the hell. Why did you tell Dylan we weren't even involved. You know what it doesn't even matter. I just came in here to ask if we could meet at this coffee shop after you get off work, I would really like to talk.” he said.
So he was being moody, OKAY.
“I told Tyler that because I was not in the mood for questions. But yes I will meet you after work, meet you there at 3.” I told him.
He nodded his head and then he began to walk towards the door.
“Let's hope you actually mean it this time, not like when you said you would call.” he said.
Then he left the room.
OhMyGod!
He was acting like the girl.

Work was forever slow today.
I was actually looking forward to talking with Dylan.
Well I mean except for that fact that I knew that he was mad at me for whatever reason it was.
When I got to the coffee shop Dylan was of coarse already there, and he had ordered me what I wanted.
He was pretty good at that type of thing. Tbh he was good at everything a boyfriend was supposed to do, only we weren't actually dating.
“Hi.” he said.
I smiled at him.
“Hi.” I replied back.
“So earlier at your house, I would really like to talk about that.” he said.
“What about?” I asked as I sipped my cappuccino.
“You telling Tyler that we aren't happening.” he said.
“I mean there isn't much to say. We aren't.” I told him.
“What?” he asked. He seemed confused and so hurt at the same time.
“We aren't happening if Tyler wants to know.” I said.
“Why would you say that.” he asked.
“Dylan, when we get serious feelings get so messy. I like that their isn't a label on whatever this is, because once there is I know that I am going to mess it all up. I love you like I have never loved another but whatever it is we are doing does not concern Tyler, or anyone really.” I told him.
“Let's say, just for chuckles, that I told you that I wanted to make some claim on you?” he asked.
“If you were to say that, I would say no. I thought I made it clear that I don't want to be in a relationship. I always mess everything up with you, and you mean way too much to me for me to do that to you or even myself.” I told him.
“No, I am not okay with that. I want something more, no I need something more. I haven't loved another girl this intensely in a while. I feel like we should be able to be a couple and not be toxic towards one another.” he said.
I just shook my head no. “Sorry, I can't.”
He looked down at his hands for a while, we just sat there in silence while everyone around us were going on with their life’s.
In a way his silence made everything stand still and move in slow motion where I was immune to it all.
“Okay, Azalea. I understand your decision but I guess this is where our story ends, because I can't keep doing this to myself. I will always love you, always but I can't do it anymore. I am sorry.” he said.
He kissed my forehead then walked over towards the cashier.
I let everything sink in for a moment and then I picked my limp body out of the chair I was in and walked towards my car.
I, in all honesty, could not believe this was our end.
This coffee shop.
This parking lot.
This.
I made an executive decision that I would cry at home. I made this decision, I couldn't feel mad at him for not letting him. I self designated.
I started my car and I began driving through the streets.
I noticed my hands were trembling.
I thought it was just because I messed everything up with Dylan.
But soon my vision was cutting out and I saw a semi truck coming near and then I was laying my head on the horn because I blacked out, and I knew none of this was the cause of Dylan, or his concern.
I ignored the hospital and their calls and I did this to myself, yet again.
My ill-fate.