Doing It Wrong. (A Dylan Hyde Fanfiction) *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 7

*Dylan's POV* 

On my way to Natalie's house my heart was racing so fucking fast. There was something about this girl that did something to me. She was broken, and I wanted to help her. To protect her. I have to. I texted her when I got there. She let me in and I came up with the excuse that I needed help with work. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I needed to tell her how I feel. I sat up. I was so nervous, fuck. I guess she noticed I was stressing about something. "You alright? This paper stressing you out?" she giggled. Fuck Natalie, if you weren't so cute I wouldn't be like this. It's now or never. "Can I ask you something?" she sat up and looked at me. "Yeah of course, what is it?" I gulped. I've never been so damn nervous. It's the way she is. The way her beautiful long brown hair falls on her shoulders. The way her eyes light up when she smiles. It's how she can be so strong, yet so fragile. It's how she has that ability to make me fall for her. "Do you like me?"

*Natalie's POV*

Did I hear that right? Did he just ask me that? What do I say? I do like him. At least I think I do. Fuck. My thoughts were everywhere. I looked down at my sheets. "Yeah Dylan. I think I do." I didn't want to look up. What if it was obivious and he just wanted to confirm it? What if he was doing it for a laugh? What if her didn't even like me at all? I felt his hand on my chin. He tilted my head up so we were face to face. And then he kissed me. His hand still cupped my chin, and he leaned in more. I ran my fingers through his hair. Out of nowhere he jumped back, breaking the kiss. "Fuck. Natalie. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-" he cut himself off by putting his face in his hands. He got up and gathered his stuff. "Dylan, what? You aren't making sense. Did I do someth-" "No, God no Natalie. I just- I shouldn't have done that." Dylan walked out of my room, and started to head out. What the actual fuck? Who does that? No no, fuck that. I got up and ran after him. I caught him by his forearm just outside my front door. I turned him around. He just looked at me. Worry in his eyes. He shook me off and ran off.