Darling You'll Be Okay - Vic Fuentes fan fiction.

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A/N: This is my first time trying to write a fan fiction, so I hope you guys enjoy it, if you create a better title or front cover you are welcome to message me.

I also can't promise that there will be no trigger warnings in this fan fic because you know, I cant see into the future:D

If you think the fic should been done in alternating points of view you are welcome to ask for them.

Remember all rights are reserved, if any characters offend you or remind you of someone else and you dont like that then im sorry but it's my fic and i thought of the characters. None of them, apart from band members (obviously) are based on real people.

I've rated it R because of the language and who knows whether I'll try writing smut so erm haha yeah. I understand that it may say alex gaskarth fan fiction, thats what it was originally going to be but i've changed my mind:3

enjoy my loves, kisses

~Bambi

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The water fell from the faucet, burning my skin on my thighs and ribs but the water itself was cold. I scrubbed at my skin hard, at every germ, at any little living bacteria that was living in my skin.

Once I was satisfied with my cleanliness, I turned off the water, slipped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my small body. I looked at the monster staring back at me in the mirror. The blue hollow eyes, chapped lips and hair that looked like I'd been in a fight. How could anyone bare to look at me, yet alone love me?

I put on some matching turquoise underwear, some black skinny jeans along with my 'Hipsta Please' sweatshirt. Once again, I looked into the reflection of the mirror and tried to tame the beast that was my hair. I blow dried it and pulled it up into a messy bun on top of my head allowing little cascades of bleach blonde hair to fall and just brush my shoulders. I felt make up was a compulsory thing, so I applied the usual amount of eyeliner and mascara then threw a chapstick into my bag.

I stumbled downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Hey Dylan," Joshua sang. He looked up, his eyes widened, "Whoa, you look like shit!"

"Morning to you too sweet cheeks!" I said in a sarcastic, monotone voice earning a gravely chuckle from my brother's throat. He was born 5 years before me; he's 24 now meaning I'm 19. He became my legal guardian after the whole incident with my mum. Long story short... She said I was too lively, that I was a slut; and a long time ago I was. It was from boy to boy, waking up next to a stranger in the morning. The sense of unbelonging became tiresome, so I stopped, I wanted to be loved, however all my mother gave me was a slap round the face and an hour to gather any clothing or items I wanted to keep before she chucked me out.

"Restless night?" he questioned, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Ugh, the monsters would not stay at bay" I spat in fatigue. Usually sleep would come easy for me, but lately I was losing sleep, dreaming about a boy. He was perfect. Flawless. Yet he wasn't at all real and that was the biggest problem, I had fallen in love with a fictitious character. But hey, that was the story of my life, books and films were my getaway. My escape from reality.

I heard the scrapes of Josh's car keys being dragged off the kitchen counter signalling it was time to leave. I took my burgundy Vans off the shoe rack and reluctantly got in the car.

"Anything on at work today?" Josh made conversation.

"Oh you know, the usual, a boring egotistical band's in for a signing" I smirk, sarcasm was my second nature and I knew how to piss off my brother.

"Anyone any good?" He continued, flaring his nostrils at my unattempt to communicate with him.

"Some band called Pierce the Veil, I don't know! Do you have any plans for tonight? I'm thinking pizza, booze, telly" I ask quickly changing to subject, not wanting to talk about work before the hell of screaming fan even began.

Josh pulled up to the music store I worked at and sighed,

"I'm sorry Dyl, I have a date"

"Whatever, it's cool" I say opening the door and slamming it behind me, not bothering to say thanks or look back and wave before I enter the shop.

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The fans chant 'P.T.V' behind the curtain concealing the majority of the staff from the swarm of adolescents that covered the shop floor waiting for the band to make an appearance.

I turn away from the chanting to check my make-up out of fear of looking like the homeless. I open the door to the bathroom, looking up, coming face to face with a full on make-out session. When the door shuts behind me making the couple jump, I apologise for interrupting and back out of the new hideaway for people wanting to make out.

Quickly wanting to get away and stupidly not watching where I was going a run into a figure taller than me. I look up to see a cute guy with shoulder length hair and chocolate brown eyes. I feel myself blushing under his gaze and once again, back away, this time tripping over my own feet and landing with a bump.

"Hey, are you okay?" He guy chuckled.

"Mmm, What? Yeah I'm fine don't worry!" I breathe, exasperated from the fall.

"What's your name clumsy?" He giggles once again, helping me up and giving me a once over with his eyes.

"Dylan" I murmur, expecting the usual 'but Dylan is a guy's name' which I usually get from new people. But instead I got a sweet and simple:

"Hey Dylan, I'm Vic" flashing a charming smile that would send any girl crazy. It wasn't until then that the realisation hit me, Vic is the one I had been dreaming about!