Dash Wilder One Shots & Drabbles

Need You Now

SUMMARY: You're going through your closet when you come across a box of his things. As you look at the items the memories of your relationship come flooding back to you, and you get the urge to call him. Based on Lady Antebellum's Need You Now song. ANGST. SMUT.

WORD COUNT: 4,052

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**Y/N's P.O.V.**

I sat on the floor of the closet in my bedroom as I folded t-shirts and other clothes and packed them away into boxes. In a little under a week I would be leaving the apartment I had lived in for almost three years for a bigger place across town that was closer to Full Sail and the Performance Center.

I was about halfway through packing my wardrobe away when a box tucked in the corner of the closet covered up by some old oversized sweaters caught my attention. I moved the sweaters off them and slid the box towards me.

On the top of the cardboard scribbled out in my messy handwriting in a black Sharpie was the name that had been haunting me for the last several months.

Dash.

Dash Wilder, the man I spent almost a year with. The man I had met the very first day I signed with NXT and walked into the Performance Center. The man that had always offered me a helping hand when I was training. The man that spent countless nights working late at the Performance Center helping me prepare for matches. The man that was the first person to congratulate me when I debuted on NXT TV. The man that was the first person to wrap me up in a hug when I stepped through the curtain after I won my first championship.

He was the man I had given my heart to even after I swore I'd never date someone in the business. But he changed my mind. He made me believe that maybe not all of them were the same. He was the man that stole my heart and then shattered it into a million little fragments like glass on concrete. He was the man that almost caused me to walk away from the business. He was the man that had caused me so much pain and sadness over the last couple of months that I had started to resent him.

There was a voice in the back of my mind telling me to leave it alone. To shove it back into the corner, so it was out of sight and out of mind. Hell, I should take it down to the dumpster behind the apartment building so I wouldn't have to see it.

But I couldn't help myself. I opened the cardboard flaps to see what was inside the box. On top was one of the old sweatshirts that he gave me when we first started dating. I reached down and ran my fingers over the fabric thinking back to the chilly spring night on the beach at the bonfire we were both at. It was getting late, and a cool breeze blew off the water sending a shiver down my spine and causing goosebumps to appear on my arms. Dash was sitting next to me and didn't hesitate to slide his sweatshirt off and offer it to me. I remember sliding it on, having to cuff the sleeves because they were too long and I remembered the warmth that washed over my body as soon as I had it on.

Beneath that was the old t-shirt of his that I often wore to bed while he was on the road. The fact that he was on the main roster while I was in NXT was hard on me at times. It was hard to spend days and sometimes weeks at a time away from each other. But wearing his shirt to bed always seemed to make the nights just a little less lonely. I brought the faded cotton shirt to my nose and took a deep breath, catching just a hint of the cologne he used to wear as I did. I slowly closed my eyes and imagined he was here with me right now like I used to do when he was on the road.

I set the t-shirt on top of the sweatshirt and then turned back to the box. The next items were several pictures of the two of us. I picked up the first, my lips curving into a smile as I looked down at it. We were standing in front of the Castle at Disney World. He had his arms wrapped around my waist and his chin was resting in the dip of my shoulder. I had a pair of glittery silver Mickey ears on my head while he had a pair of simple black ones on his. The smiles on our faces were as wide as ever and to anyone that looked at the picture you'd think we were two young people in love. It was taken a week before the fight. A week before we broke up.