"You're really pretty" Dylan says.
I look up at him. He seems surprised by his own words. I smile a little.
"What?" I say and keep looking at him a little confused, but also amused by his face expression.
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I open my big black shiny suitcase to look for a suitable dress for my dinner with Ian tonight. We were supposed to go out yesterday, but we were too tired to even step out of the hotel-room. So we both stayed in. I lift up the mess of clothing in my suitcase to see if the dress I was looking for was under there. I was right, I found it. I pick it up and get myself up in front of the mirror to look at it.
I quickly take off my white robe that I have been wearing since I got in from shopping in town today. Shopping was nice, we met so many fans. My hair is curly since I did use my new curling-iron on it a minute ago, but I'm not quite satisfied with it. I put the dress on and look at myself in the mirror. The dress is beige and hangs pretty loose on my body, it also has a strap that goes along my waist. I decide to have my hair half up and half down.
I slip into some simple beige high heels, that match perfectly with the dress. I check the time and it's 6:33pm. We weren't supposed to meet until 7:00pm, so I go to sit down by the window were my phone is charging and decide to read the news while I wait.
I scroll through my Twitter feed, which I actually almost never do. Sometimes there is pretty interesting things on Twitter. My mentions is overloaded with people tagging me in tweets. And everything is Teen Wolf related or Stydia related. I surprisingly find myself looking at some video's the fans have made of Stydia. They're pretty good. I close my eyes as all my memories comes rushing trough me. I've almost forgotten all these scenes. We've done so many these past years. I smile.
I keep scrolling trough my feed and suddenly see an update on one of the fan-accounts. It's a picture of Dylan and Britt meeting a fan in Africa, just today. I feel my stomach knotting. I shake my head, trying to remind myself that I shouldn't be feeling jealous or sad. I quickly just lock my phone and place it in my pocket. I put my face in my hands and breathe in slowly. Don't think about it, Holland. Don't think about it.
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I head to the bathroom for one last make-up check and grab my purse before I strut out the door and down the hall.
Dylans POV - Monday Afternoon
"I'm sorry. I know this is really hard." I look up at Britt's face, drenched in tears. I wish the tears wasn't for me, but they are. She cried because of us, because of this break up.
"It is what it is, Dylan. I knew it was coming, it just hurts so fucking much" she says and wipes her tears with her hand. She hasn't called me Dylan since before we started dating. She always calls me Dyls or Dob. I look down, trying to find anything to say, but I can't think of anything that will make the situation any better.
"Well this trip was a waste of money" her tone is getting more irritated.
"You can still stay here. You're on vacation. You should enjoy it" I look up at her again. She scoffs and laughs.
"Yeah.. I will now. Thanks" she folds her arms on her chest. I don't answer and just look at her while she looks away.
It's quiet for a moment before she walks away and starts packing her bag. I still didn't know what to say to her. I wanted to hug her and tell her she deserved so much better, but that's really inappropriate considering the situation.
Before I knew it she was already out of the door getting in her cab to take her to a hotel. To be honest a hotel is much better than this lousy trailer I live in. I lean down on the sofa-bed and try to keep the tears away. She's right, it does hurt pretty fucking bad. I wanted to call someone, because I don't want to be alone right now.
The first person that comes to mind is Holland, of course. It's always Holland. She is so good with words. I needed her words and calming voice right now. But she's in Brazil, meeting fans and working on her tan. I pick up my phone from my pocket and check my personal instagram. Speak of the devil. Holland just posted a new photo of her and Ian, out on a dinner. Another one on Ian's instagram. Damn, she looks really good. Only thing missing in that picture is her beautiful smile. I keep looking at the picture. That's when I feel the tears pulling through. I couldn't hold them back. Fuck.
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