Four days had passed in mine and Dylan's adventure in New York; filled with food, walking, photography and more food. The majority of the trip consisted of us looking for different stores that sold some of the cutest, quirkiest and prettiest foods.
We had twelve hours in New York before we went our separate ways, he was flying to Canada to do some kind of promotion thing; I'm not entirely sure I understand how his job works. I was going back home.
Today's plan involved taking a walk around central park, maybe find something cool to eat, then the museum, after that, we head off to the 9/11 memorial. I have always found that certain event quite heartbreaking and I had always wanted to visit the memorial. After the memorial, we were going to walk around again until it was time to go to the airport.
"Dylan," I called out as I sat in my bed staring at my phone bored.
"Yes?" He answered back behind the bathroom door.
"Are you ready?" I asked in a huff.
"Almost."
I rolled my eyes, he'd been saying that for the past ten minutes.
"Hurry," I grumbled impatiently.
"Okay, okay. I'm done." Dylan walked out of the bathroom with the same outfit we'd been fighting over for the past half hour.
"That's the first one!" I exclaimed in disbelief. We had gone through five different outfits.
"I know, I look good in it don't I?" He asked jokingly.
"Whatever floats your boat." I get up and we head out and we take an uber to Central Park. During our time here, it'd been quite difficult trying to have our time together, fans were everywhere. So we'd learned to hide Dylan as well as possible.
"Oh my gosh look." I pointed a few meters away under a tree. Dylan diverted his attention to where I was pointing.
"It's a squirrel," I said happily, "they're so cute."
"It's just a squirrel." He said in a disappointed manner.
I shake my head, "if you looked properly you'd appreciate just how cute they are."
"I prefer dogs actually." He pointed out.
"Actually, same."
The conversation continued on lightly as we took a nice walk around the beautiful park. There were many people around, all laughing, smiling and walking their dogs. It was quite a serene place. Dylan and I walked side by side sometimes bumping into each other due to my inability to walk in a straight line. It was nice. I'd never felt this comfortableness with a boy before, this feeling that I could express my thoughts and he'd either understand me or at least try to.
It was new. I liked it. I like hanging out with Dylan. Having him around was different and we connected. It's quite difficult to explain. I loved having Dylan around.
He made me feel special like I mattered. He knew the right things to say, knew when to be serious and when to lighten up the mood. He just paid attention and knew things.
"Wow, we're going soon." He said with a hint of sadness.
"We still have ten hours, don't worry." I remind him. I shove more of the pretzel into my mouth from the stand we found along the street.
"Not enough time." He responds. I nod my head, agreeing to him. I suddenly become sad, I couldn't help myself from thinking about leaving this place. Having to go back to my old routine, saying goodbye to Dylan and not knowing when I'd see him again; his schedule was hectic compared to mine.
I sighed, "I'm going to miss this." I muttered low, low enough so that he could still hear me.
Dylan stayed quiet, I could tell he was lost in his thoughts. After a second I felt him wrap his arm around my shoulders and brought me closer. It felt so right. My stomach fluttered and I felt like melting into a puddle.
"This isn't the last of Dylan and Bailey's adventures." He said triumphantly. He looked down at me with a massive grin.
"Bailey and Dylan's." I corrected jokingly.
He rolled his eyes, "fine, I'll let you have this one only."
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"I'm so tired." Dylan groaned and dropped onto the nearest bench. We had just visited the 9/11 memorial and it was time to head back to the hotel to collect our stuff before we go.
"C'mon Dyl, the uber's just right there." I pointed to the car parked five meters away on the curb.
"Lift me up please." He whined like a child. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his arms pulling him up from the bench.
"C'mon little boy. Time to go home." I said with slight sadness in my voice.
When we arrived at the hotel Dylan and I continued to clean and pack for the flight. We still had an hour before we had to leave and now we were just sat waiting for our uber.
"Tyler keeps messaging about you," Dylan stated as he checked his phone once again.
"Posey?" I questioned. He nodded his head.
"He wants to hang out again. With everyone."
I felt so happy having such a strong group of friends that I had gotten to really know in such a short amount of time.
After a while, the silence surrounded us. It was not an uncomfortable silence, we just sat side by side on the bed pondering on the events of the last four days. Dylan laid his head on my shoulder and sighed.
"I love my job and all but I kinda don't want this to end." he declared in a soft voice.
"Me too," I replied back.
This closeness and sentimental attachment to New York city had caused such a shift in the atmosphere I felt hot. The soft brushes of Dylan's hair on my cheeks, the warm feeling of his legs next to mine, the sound of his steady breathing. It all felt so overwhelming. My heart pounded against my chest.
Dylan shifted so that he was back to sitting beside me, but I could sense his gaze on me. The burning hot stare of his. I looked up, his eyes looked right into mine. The air felt light around us, the background behind Dylan became a blur and all I could focus on was him.
"I," before I could say anything, Dylan closed the gap between us and kissed me.
