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

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A/N - So second part to my fan fiction, this part may contain a trigger warning, there is dialogue and description about self harm but nothing too vivid. I was thinking the next part of it could be in Vic's POV, but idk, tell me what you think

enjoy my sweets, kisses, mwah

~Bambi

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I stared at him, scared. What if he thought I was crazy? I mean, I had been dreaming about him, losing sleep because of him, yet he and I had only just met!

Unable to move, to even speak for that matter, so instead, I stand there gawking at the beautiful boy in front of me.

"Dylan!" My manager Felix shouted from behind me.

"One minute," I manage to squeak out. "Hey I'm sorry for bumping into you, I walked into the bathroom and it seemed to be occupied, so I left them to it" I giggled nervously.

"Don't worry about it, it happens, I have to go sign a few autographs, see you around?" Vic says quickly before leaving me on my own, I nod taking in what just happened.

*** A couple of weeks later ***

Happy with my newly dyed lilac hair, I dry it and throw it up into a high ponytail, adding a cute black bow to the base of the hair tie. I hiked up some super skinny light wash jeans, pulled a black 'Of Mice & Men' tank over my head and some black vans. Make up wise, I drew on cat flicks with some black eyeliner and quickly cover my eyelashes in mascara. I glance at my reflection in my full length mirror and force a smile. Grabbing my keys, round-rim sunglasses and my phone, I shove them into my bag and head out the door.

I had a date... with myself. I needed to new clothes and procrastinating shopping wasn't going to help.

I pulled up in the parking lot and hopped out of the car, straightened up my clothing, checked my hair and makeup in the mirror and headed into the mall. Thankfully, not many people were about, so I got in and out of a few stores within 20 minutes of arriving there. My last store of the trip was hot topic, my favourite store in the mall. I browse the Disney section first, picking up few cute tops and pyjama shirts. Next was the Marvel and DC Comics section, I threw a pair of superman leggings and the DC Comics female perfume into my basket. Walking to the check out was the worst part, as I passed the band merchandise; I tried my best to resist. But unfortunately, that wasn't enough; the first few items came off the rack and landed in my basket within seconds. I slowly started edging away from the band merch section, hoping that the splurge on clothes wasn't going to leave me eating beans on toast until I got paid.

Walking towards to the checkout, something was bound to happen; with different clothing items strewn around the floor, it was just a disaster waiting to happen. Losing my balance as a slip forward on a grey cami next to a rail of shirts, a pair of strong arms catch me just as I'm about to hit the floor.

I look up and sigh heavily; of course it would be him!

"Dylan babe, we can't meet like this all the time" Vic winked, helping me back onto my feet.

"What are you doing here?" I question, trying to draw attention away from the fact I almost just face planted the floor.

"I was just going to get Taco Bell with the rest of my band, you're welcome to join us if you want" The beautiful boy flashed a smile, making me go weak at the knees.

"What?" I gasp, "You're in a band?" Allowing my second tongue to take over, winning another heart stopping smile from the heart throb stood in front of me. I start walking away, towards the tills, hoping to get away from the embarrassing situation I almost got myself into.

"Hey," he repeated another three times before stopping in front of me, "Where are you going?

"Home" I answered bluntly.

"At least, give me your number?" He asked a hint of hope in his voice.

I walked up to him and stuck my hand in his pocket pulling out his phone; I punch in my digits, leaving his phone with him. I walk off and pay for the clothing items I picked out.

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Once home, I put away my new clothes and started making myself a green tea before my phone buzzed, signalling that I had a new message

 SWEET DYLAN, GO ON A DATE WITH ME?

 No doubt the text was from Vic, I rolled my eyes and ignored the failed attempt of flirtation from him, plugged my IPhone into the dock.

 Do It Now, Remember It Later by Sleeping with Sirens instantly played making me nod my head to the beat. As soon as the chorus kicked in I let it go, dancing crazily and singing at the top of my lungs.

 "Remember when they said that what we want could never be done" I begun, side stepping and hopping whilst making myself a snack.

 "Dayum girl" a gravelly voice joked behind me.

 "Josh!" I squealed as my brother entered our shared apartment’s kitchen, dropping the mug in my hand.

 "Shit" I cursed. Josh bent down to help me, a dust pan and brush in his hands ready to clear the broken shards of glass.

 "Don’t worry Dyl, I’ve got this,” my older brother starts, slotting his hands into his jean pockets pulling out his wallet. As I start to walk away, he grabs my wrist, causing me to yelp out in pain and yank my arm from his grip. “What have you done?” His eyebrows furrowing, meeting in the middle, eyes like daggers staring directly at me.

 “N...nothing, I’m fine Joshy, don’t worry” I try to put on a brave voice, to show that there wasn’t anything wrong, but it failed. Epically. Joshua stepped over the broken glass, grabbed my arm once again and moved all the bracelets from around my wrist, revealing individual red lines covering the entirety of my inside wrist. I stare down out my feet, ashamed, sad, guilty, and scared.

 “Fuck, Dylan! What the fuck have you done this for? Do you know how this makes me look?” He questions angry, but somewhere in his eyes, I catch a glimpse of disappointment. “You’re my little sister, I’m supposed to look out for you! I look like a complete douche now”

 I could feel the anger bubbling inside me.

“The fuck it makes you look? How about how I feel? Or has my mental state gone out the window now your reputation is threatened by me cutting myself? Fuck.” I storm off, grabbing my phone and stumbling up the steep set of stairs towards my bedroom slamming my door behind me, ignoring the 24 year old downstairs shouting me to come back.

 I needed to get out, just for the night. I needed time to cool down before confronting my brother about what had just happened. I scroll through my contact list, not finding a single soul that could possibly cheer me up at all right now. But then one person came to mind, questioning why I didn’t think of them before I dialled their number and allowed it to ring a couple of times before it was picked up.

 “Hello?”