Hello babes, welcome to this new one-shots book about one of my biggest weaknesses, DOB. I hope you are going to like it and to support it as much as I loved writing it 💕
It may contain mentions of violence and smut so if you are not cool with it...
A/n: fluff fluff and mention of drug and sex maybe you have been warned love you all :)
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I slowly woke up by hearing a familiar ringtone. Dylan's.
I wiped my eyes, too sensible for the light of my phone and furrowed my brows to check it was really him. Since It was really late, I immediately got worried.
"Dyl what-?" I answered with a sleepy but concerned tone.
"Y/n/n, I need to tell you something" his tone was kind of funny. He probably drank a little more than he should. It happened a lot lately,to be honest. He kinda of felt low since what happened on the Death Cure set and it didn't matter how much I tried to help him going through that, it just was so damn hard for him to let that go and sometimes he wanted to stop feeling all that heaviness. That's why my best friend went out at clubs and drank the heaviness away. I sat down on my bed turning the light and cross legged.
"Couldn't this important thing wait until tomorrow morning?" I chuckled.
"Technically it's morning.Just listen to me" I hummed.
"I was at this Mets match you know and there was this old couple that reminded me of you" "Oh thank you, Dylan. I am flattered that you think of me watching old people. How cute of you." I tried not to chuckle sarcastically. He was chewing on his own words.
"This is not what I meant, y/n, just let me finish." He was chewing his own words and I could not help but smile. "Ok, fine I'll shut up 'till you finish." "They were so close y/n, you know it was like they passed all their life together. They aren't waisting their time, they didn't back then. They were brave enough to tell they loved each other." He stopped for a moment. "Y/n, are you still there?" "Sure Dyl, I am always here." I smiled so curious to let him finish what he started. "Brit never understood me completely. She never knew I liked my coffee hotter than the smoke flowing out of my body when I get high. She couldn't tell what my favorite number was or my favorite food. Or how much I missed Julia back to filming 'The scorch Trials.'" He chewed some more words before adding in a whisper that made me shiver.
".. but you know, you know that my favorite number is four, you know my favorite colour and that I like pizza more than any food in this world. You know I hate that pineapple shit on it, but she didn't know. She didn't know I used to think about you when we made love, how I wished to touch you, how I almost shouted your name, how I wanted to please you back then. She doesn't know I want to make love to you right now. I want you y/n, all of you forever and always before it's going to be to late, because I want to be the one holding your hand in 40 years watching a Mets match with you, ya know."
Silence.
I didn't know what to say. My mouth fell in a shape of a 'o'. I was in love with him and I didn't even remember when I started to feel those feelings but.. he was drunk. The day after he would have been sober and forgot about that.
"Y/n? Tell me you are still here, please"
"D-dyl, I am here but I really think it's time to go to bed now. "
"You are always so sage. Goodnight babygirl." he putted down the phone leaving me utterly happy, an happiness that would have faded away the morning after.
