Why do I love you? (Harry Styles fan fiction)

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I must have fallen asleep in Dylan's arms as I wake up in my bed this morning.Dylans no where to be seen.

It soon dawns on me that today's the day,I let Dexter go.I guess seeing someone everyday for 4 weeks you get attached to them.Its like I've grown a bond with him similar to a brother and sister bond.

I wipe the sleep from my eyes and drag myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

My eyes are sunken in,my skin is grey,I feel tired and honestly look and feel dreadful.My hair is sticking in all sorts of directions.

I understand no matter how much I want to cry today,I can't.We're not meant to show emotions I our military uniforms and that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Dexters words "celebrate" rings in my ears.

"How can I celebrate?Your not hear?" I cry out

I try to tidy myself up the best I can,brushing my hair into the neatest pony tail I can manage.I wipe my face over with a makeup wipe before making my way downstairs.

"Morning" Dylan calls from the kitchen

I sit myself down at the table

"Pancakes,I've mastered them" Dylan says placing a plate with 3 pancakes piled up and a whipped cream smiley face,managing to crack a smile from me.

"Morning,these look beautiful" I reply

"Yes you are" He compliments

I smile at him once again before tucking in

"Have ...you .. Eaten your ones.?" I ask him between mouthfuls

"Babes why don't you speak to me after you finish those?" He suggests

"Sorry" I reply swallowing my mouthful of pancake

"I'm just hungry" I tell him

"No wonder your hungry Cara,you didn't eat lunch or dinner" He replys

"I didn't your right" I tell him

"As always" He mocks

"Oh please" I roll my eyes

I stuff my face with the last of the pancakes

"Thankyou" I say handing him my plate

"Oh wow,you washed up" I compliment

"Don't get used to miss Cara,now get in the shower we have somewhere to be" He reminds me

I huff at his announcement before stomping up the stairs

I get to the fourth step before I hear the kitchen tap shut off

Next thing I am hoisted off the ground and chucked over Dylan's shoulder

I pat his bottom each step he takes,whilst yelling "Put me down"

He continues to ignore my kicking and screaming and takes me to the bathroom.