Somehow between numerous make out sessions and grabbing stuff for supper, Dylan and I were able to get everything packed up and squared away so the next morning we could hop on the plane out to LA. To make things easier, I decided to sell my good ‘ole trusty Trailblazer and use the money I got for that to have someone to haul all my stuff across the country for me.
“Holy crap, I am pooped,” I said as Dylan pulled me down onto the blanket we put where the couch used to be.
I was just about to relax when Dylan rolled on top of me.
“Hey,” he said with his goofy grin.
“Hi there,” I said trying to be serious but quickly breaking out in my own goofy smile.
“Have I told you how excited I am that by tomorrow night we will be doing this at my place…and when I saying doing this, I mean…”
Slowly Dylan brought his hand up my leg, before he slowly ran his fingers through my hair. He slowly bit my bottom lip, which brought a slight moan from my mouth. As much as he wanted to stay in the moment, this made him laugh, which gave me the opportunity to push him over and reverse rolls.
“Snooze you loose buddy,” I got out before his lips were all over my once again.
It’s safe to say we didn’t get that much sleep that night, but we did get enough that it wasn’t horrid to get up at eight the next morning.
Which each got dressed from the clothes that we left out for that morning, grabbed our carry ons, and then made a quick stop at Starbucks before we hailed a cab to get us to the airport.
Just to be safe, Dylan advised me to also go the baseball cap and sunglasses route just in case people would somehow notice us. Thankfully we didn’t have that long of wait and were able to get right onto the non-stop to LA.
“Are you nervous, Hales,” Dylan asked as he squeezed my hand.
I squeezed his hand back.
“You know, my instincts tell me that I should be, but then I look at you, and I tell my instincts to go screw themselves,” I answered with a laugh.
“Ok, that’s what I thought but I just wanted to check,” before he settled in to sleep the rest of the plane ride.
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A Love To Be Written About (A Dylan O'Brien Fan Fiction)
FanfictionHaley Barnes is just trying to make it in the big city of New York. She wants a job at Glamour magazine, but who knows. But when she meets Dylan O'Brien in an elevator...well, things change and love comes her way in midst of the crazy job search.
