Drunken Love [Dylan O'Brien]

Gotta date

Disclaimer: I do not own Dylan O'Brien although he is my sex slave. 

I was conscious though I didn’t want to open my eyes. I remembered everything that happened last night and I could feel his sweet smell in my nostrils. If I opened my eyes that would mean admitting my mistake, that it actually happened and I didn’t fight it. Why had I not fought against him, I could have prevented all of this. It wasn’t terrible, it felt nice, but my choice was wrong. Losing your virginity was supposed to be something shared with the one you love and the one who loves you. I had blown that all away with some guy that meant nothing to me. I didn’t try to stop it, I went along with what he was doing, and I enjoyed it. That was of course until I had woken up several hours later in this big bed next to him. His arm was over me, like he was protecting me when in reality he wasn’t. It was like he actually cared, but he didn’t. He used me and had gotten what he wanted. Sure we were both drunk, I couldn’t blame it on him, maybe it was just the fifty hundred cups of beer he had drunk but it was still unforgivable. The worst part is that I actually liked him. Eventually I had to open my eyes and the harsh sunlight hit me; that was when I started crying. It wasn’t like a sob, more like a silent cry. The hot, salty tears started pouring down on my face and some went into my mouth. What had I done?  I was so confused.  

“What the hell?”

 I heard a male voice and quickly whipped away my tears and turned over to him.

“I-I don’t know.”

 I said and broke down as the tears that had just been whipped off my face started coming back.  I moved my gaze onto his face seeing concern. Was he really that drunk last night? Was I really drunk last night?

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, what the hell did I do? I didn’t mean anything I swear to god! Please do-don’t hate me!”

“Why?”

“I-I don’t know! Oh god, let me check my phone.”

Why was he so worried about his phone? What if he had a girlfriend? I didn’t want to be a home wrecker even though it wasn’t even my fault.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit… We have a small problem.”

“What is it?”

“You have to talk to my manager.”

(x)

In the short one hour I had to get myself to look like something I learned that the boy’s name was Dylan O’Brien. The only problem was that apparently he was an actor and not to mention he also had a girlfriend. I’m not sure what the relationship there is, if they are fighting or not, it still didn’t give me any excuse to do what I did. Why didn’t drunk me at least ask if the boy had a girlfriend before banging him? Drunk me you are so stupid. [authors note: for real though wtf sam] I had to fix my nest of a hair and clean my face because the mascara I had put on, was everywhere from crying. Dylan stayed quiet the whole time since he was probably in shock too. I felt like shit right now and the only thing I wanted was to go home and cry but I couldn’t because 1) I would look like a looser 2) I had to meet his freaking manager. Why? I had no idea. When I was done Dylan just silently led me to the car and we were on our way…

(x)

“Hello Dylan, Samantha.”

We were greeted as soon as we walked in the office building. I was wondering how they had found out my name already since I doubt Dylan had told them it. They told us to sit on a coach and wait for Dylan’s manager to come in so she could talk to us. After a really awkward period of 10 minutes a red haired woman finally came in with a frown on her face.

“Okay Im not going to act nice because acting is Dylan’s job. But I am going to tell you that someone took pictures of you in Dylan’s bed.”

“What?!”

We both screamed that out at the same time.

“It was only just the two of you sleeping, not doing *pause* stuff, but its all over the news since Dylan has a girlfriend.”

“Technically I don’t.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I asked him.

“We can talk about that later… So what do we have to do?”

“Britt said that she will confirm you two broke up and agreed not to trash talk you at all.”

“Sounds like something Britt would do.”

He said quietly and I pushed him a little as to ask him if he’s okay. I really didn’t know why I’m being so nice to him. He honestly didn’t seem like a bad guy though…

“Well Samantha, you have to tell the press that they broke up a long time ago and you were there for Dylan while he was going through a rough period.”

“Basically you want me to be his new girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Why should I do that?”

“Because you basically ruined Dylan’s reputation. People think that he just found some slut and banged her.”

“Fine. I’ll date Dylan O’Brien.”

A/N: Sorry that this chapter is filled with dialogue I will try to write better next chapter but I really wanted to give you guys a chapter since it’s been so long. I promise be better. Please COMMENT/VOTE/FAN

 

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