Countless tweets, articles, messages, and photos popped up everywhere regarding the night Dylan had with Y/N. Was it really so hard for everyone to believe that they were just friends?
The comments he was seeing were awful. A lot of them were from angry fans demanding to know why Dylan was cheating, —which he wasn't—some were excited because they thought it meant he and Britt broke up, and others were thrilled because they thought it meant they had a chance with him. He knew how his fans saw him, he just chose not to react to it.
Dylan rolled his eyes at another hateful comment sent by a girl claiming to be a huge fan of his girlfriend. He hadn't said anything about it because it was nobody's damn business. If he ignored it, he figured everyone would eventually stop talking about it.
Dylan pressed call on his phone again, holding it to his ear to listen to it ring as he sorted through his laundry. It rang three times before sending him to voice mail. He wasn't surprised. Y/N had been dodging his calls all day. He was getting more and more frustrated, though. He sighed loudly, pursing his lips as he pressed call yet again.
He wasn't sure why he needed to get a hold of her, but he knew one of his goals was to apologize for this mess. He should've known better than to take her to a restaurant like that.
Again, Y/N rejected his call. Before he could call again, Britt walked into the room with an unhappy expression.
"What is all this?" Britt asked, holding up her phone. Dylan turned, taking the phone from her hand. On it was a picture of him and Y/N walking out of the restaurant. He had his hand on her back as he whispered in her ear. Dylan hadn't noticed then, but now he could clearly see the discomfort and anxiety in Y/N's face as the lights flashed at her loudly.
He gave the phone back to her with a shrug. "I took Y/N to a restaurant to get to know her and the paps came." Dylan turned back around, hanging up clothes in his closet. He didn't mean to sound evasive, but he was worried about Y/N not responding to any of his messages, and that included the nine texts he'd sent.
"Why?"
Again, Dylan shrugged. "Someone called them, I guess."
"No, I mean why did you take her out?" Something in Britt's voice sounded fragile, and Dylan stopped, looking over his shoulder at her. She was watching him with those blue eyes that he loved, her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail.
He rubbed his right side with his left hand, smiling at her genuinely. He hoped it would make her see that Y/N was only a friend. "I told you. To get to know her."
"Are you cheating on me with her?"
Dylan frowned and approached his girlfriend, taking her hand in his. "I'm not cheating on you. Those pictures were me trying to get her to walk through the people because she wouldn't at first." Britt pursed her lips, obviously wanting more information. Dylan smiled down at Britt, caressing the side of her face gently. "I met Y/N at the concert. She was pretty cool. I wanted to introduce her to Tyler and my friends, you know? This was not a date. Okay, baby?"
Britt nodded, but he could tell she still wasn't happy.
"I promise. There's nobody else but you. I love you," Dylan said sincerely. She smiled at him, and he gave her a gentle kiss. He was surprised to realize he didn't have the same urge to kiss her that he'd had before. It was probably just stress from all the stories, though, because he still loved Britt.
Britt sent him another smile before leaving the room. He wasn't sure what she was doing, but he didn't care. He was doing laundry. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, redialing Y/N's number again. This time he got five rings. Progress.
