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

Chapter 9

         After hearing numerous police cars scream past the hotel, I figured there was no use trying to sleep any longer. The sun was just peaking its way from all the skyscrapers that made up the heart of New York City, shining its rays onto my heart – my all at the moment – Haley.

            I hadn’t planned on telling her last night that I loved her. I had wanted to say it ever since that night we strolled around Times Square, but I didn’t want to scare her off or have her not feel the same way. Seeing the look on her face last night after I said those three letter words though was all I needed. What I wanted though was for this to not have to be long distance.

            I had tried long distance before and it was horrible. Yes, it lasted for a while, but then they just faded away. I couldn’t let that happen with Haley and I wouldn’t let that happen with Haley. There had to be some way…some how.

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            “Dylan?” I said still trying to get my eyes all the way open. “Why are you awake? What time is it?”

            “It’s still early, baby,” he said as he wiped hair covering my forehead. “I woke up because of all the noise. Go back to sleep.”

            “No. No, no, no,” I said forcing myself awake. “I have today and tomorrow with you, and then you are back on a plane. If you’re awake, I’m awake. I don’t want to waste any of the time we have.”

            Dylan leaned in and kissed me, giving me his famous smirk as he pulled away.

            “I was hoping you would say that.”          

            Once we finally got up and going, I hopped into the shower. As the water hit me in a steady stream, I couldn’t help but smile. Last night was real. I woke up this morning and he was still right there, with his arms still around me, being his perfect amazing self.

            As I dried my hair and put my makeup on I said a little prayer to God that I had planned ahead and thrown some extra clothes in my purse yesterday when I had left my apartment. I threw on my skinny jeans and lace top and opened the door. Dylan saw me and smile, getting of the bed and coming over to me.

            “Hot damn,” he said, pulling me in close and putting his sweet lips to my neck.

            “Back at you mister,” I said pulling away and planting a quick kiss on his lips.

            “Oh you just wait. I haven’t even showered yet,” he said, making me laugh. “Oh, and by the way, your phone rang while you were in the shower, and I saw it was Glamour.”

            “What?!? You are joking right. Please tell me this isn’t your idea of a joke,” I said running over to my phone.

            “You really think I would joke with you about something like that. I know what is riding on this phone call. I wanted them to call you as much as you did.”

            When I got my phone and checked my calls, I saw it was indeed Glamour that had called, but they didn’t leave a message. I sat down on the bed and pressed the call back button faster than humanly possible. Dylan came and set next to me, taking my free hand and giving it a squeeze as I waited for someone to answer.

            “Hello. This is Glamour magazine. How may I direct your call?”

            “Hi, this is Haley Barnes. I see I had a missed call from your offices and was calling to see what it was about.”

            “Oh Miss Barnes! Wonderful to hear from you! Just a minute as I get you connected with the editor.”

            I started freaking out. I turned to Dylan and whispered “they are connecting me with the editor”.

            “Haley Barnes? Good morning! This is Ann Meester, editor at Glamour.”

            “Hello Mrs. Meester. So nice to hear from you. I was calling regarding your interview here last week. I have some good news and some bad news for you.”

            Dylan immediately saw my face just go blank, and squeezed my hand harder.

            “The good news is that you now a writer at Glamour magazine, but the bad news is not in New York.”

            “So…what does that mean?”

            “Well, we are making some changes around here and are going to permanently place some of our writers out in LA to be where all the action is, and we would like you to be one of them. I know you just moved out here so I feel really bad but…”

            I cut her off with a small scream.

            “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! Yes! Yes! I will move. I have no problem moving,” I said, trying to calm myself down.

            Mrs. Meester laughed.

            “Wonderful. Well we would like you start out there in a month, so there is quite a bit of paper work and what not, so I will have my assistant email that all to you so you can look through it all. I look forward to having you on our team.”

            “I won’t let you down I said. Thank you so much!”

            As soon as I hung up the phone, I jumped off the bed and turned so I was directly in front of Dylan.

            “Well. What did they say?!” he said anxiously.

            “I got the job.”

            “Haley!” he said, picking me up and giving me a deep kiss. “I knew they would hire you. I knew it. But why did you sound concerned at one point on the phone?”

            “Well, to have the job, I have to move.”

            Now the concerned and confused look I had when they told me that was on Dylan’s face.

            “Where do they want you to move?”

            “Los Angeles.”