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Summer

Dylan Obrien x Reader AU

Word Count: 5,420

Warnings: I recommend you take something to wipe away the tears or not, Idk 😅

A/N: It’s part of @dylanobemineforever ‘s Writing Challenge based on the song Summer by OM (thank you sina, btw) It was really challenge be part of this because I don't knew the song so I took a little time to have a good idea. But after a few searchs and some help of my great friends it's here! I was a lot of fun writing this story and I'll hope that you can enjoy and talk to me about okay?!

Only when the pilot announced the takeoff and Y/N saw the clouds through the airplane window, she could breathe again quietly. For her it was hard to believe how fast she'd put her things together, taken a cab, and gone to the airport, but it was the only way out that she could think of when the confusion in her house had taken on unimaginable proportions.

She could still hear the screams of her mother calling her spoiled and dramatic but drama was always part of Y/N's life. Her parents have always been ambitious and intelligent entrepreneurs. They were the type of couple who struggled to achieve their goals, even if that included offering their daughter's hand in marriage just to consolidate a partnership.

It sounded like Mexican soap opera story, but that was exactly what had happened in Y/N's life. When she met Chuck, the charming son of his father's best friend and partner, she wasn’t carried away by the incredible blue eyes or the gentlemanly manner he treated her. But the boy was persistent and didn’t leave her alone while she didn’t say yes to a date.

She felt alone and he arrived on time, making her feel like a princess. Chuck fulfilled all her desires, took her to places that she had always dreamed of seeing. Her parents, who were always strict and liked to calculate all the footsteps of the daughter, but for the first time let her live a beautiful and overwhelming romance, making Y/N experience what was freedom for the first time in her youth.

It was a wonderful 3 years of dating, but shortly after the engagement that was four months earlier that week, Chuck had become a thick, possessive, and aggressive man. At first she thought it was only a passing stress, but one day, when she tried to give Chuck by surprising him at work, she eventually overheard a conversation he was having with his mother.

From the beginning, Chuck had approached her just so that her parents' business would work out. All those years had been sustained only for transactions to be effected and contracts signed. The marriage of the two was just another farce in which he had agreed to participate so that the good image of the company was sustained.

"Art imitates life," she thought. Never had a dictation made as much sense to Y/N as that. She wanted to believe it was all a lie, that she was in a nightmare, and that when she woke up she would find Chuck and his mother for another wedding meeting. They would choose the party menu, make the guest list, she would continue living their fairy tale.

When confronting her parents she can’t feel more deceived. Besides not denying any details of the story, her mother insisted that she continue with that novel. Either that, or carry the blame for ruining the empire they had been building in England for 8 years.

After many fights, shouts and revelations, Y/N was no longer worried about the consequences of her decisions. For years she let her life be manipulated by other people but now she just wanted to get away from all that farce. In the face of all that confusion she could only think of a refuge: her hometown. Maybe it wasn’t the best of decisions, but at least it was a decision she made.

Y/N was only 12 when her family needed to move from Southport to London because of her father's company. At that time, even though she was so young, she knew it was a mistake. She knew that abandoning her friends, all the memories she had made there, abandoning her roots would not do her or her parents well. Since then she had lived a controlled and manipulated life so that she was the perfect daughter of the "Y/L/N" family.

The flight to Wilmington was quiet and from there Y/N rented a car and decided to drive to Southport. The road was calm and the ride was small, moreover, she needed to get rid of the thoughts that bothered her and driving would help distract her.

Arriving in Southport, Y/N was soon overcome by nostalgia. The sea breeze, the calm that was the charm of small towns, the trees dancing with the wind. The gas station and the grocery store at the beginning of the city continued to look the same as she remembered. She didn’t know if the owners were still her known neighbors, but it was comforting to see that everything still sounded and looked so familiar even after so long.

She decided to stop for something to eat but before she got out of the car she realized that she was still wearing the engagement ring that Chuck had given her. It was a beautiful ruby stone, bathed in silver. There was no sense in using it anymore, it was like a hollow beauty. She removed the ring and put it in a jewelry box, leaving it in the car door. She was determined to leave all those false memories behind and that summer was all she needed to seal her freedom.

Although small, the grocery store had every type of product a person could need. After picking up some snacks and a drink, she went to the cashier, which was empty. Intrigued, she looked around to see if there was anyone but spotted only a few clients also choosing their products. She rang the bell once, twice, until a middle-aged man came from the port in a hurry to realize that there were several people inside the shop.

When he approached her, Y/N recognized him immediately. It was Patrick, an old friend of her family. Him, his wife Lisa and their two children have been her neighbors since she understood each other. Patrick was known in the city for his fun and quiet way of looking at life. Despite being older, he still seemed to keep this habit, as he was amusing some people in the harbor, before coming to meet her.

"It seems like somebody's jokes are still the entertainment of the city." Y/N said taking him by surprise.

Patrick stared at her for a few seconds puzzled until the confused expression was replaced by a cheerful look and an enlightened smile.

"I don’t believe what I see, Y/N? Y/N/N?"

Y/N smiled, approaching for a tight hug. "It’s me uncle Patrick, I miss you!"

"We miss you too, my daughter! What brings you here?"

One of the clients in the shop let out an irritable throat, making Patrick realize that there was already a small queue formed behind Y/N. Probably some travelers wanting to pay for their purchases. He positioned himself behind the cash register and began packing the orders and receiving payments. As he finished serving everyone, Y/N went to the porch that was just outside the store to wait for him. He would not forgive her if she left without a good conversation.

As she enjoyed the view and felt the breeze thumping in her hair, it was as if she could hear her childhood: the sea, the seagulls flying in the harbor, the sound of the conversations and laughter of the people walking along the beach. Everything was good, and nowhere in the world had she experienced the tranquility she felt when she was there. Immersed in her thoughts she barely noticed when a pickup truck parked outside the grocery store door, a lady and a men came down with several packages, probably to replenish the stock.

From outside the grocery store she saw Patrick talking to the woman and pointing out towards her. It was Lisa, Carl's wife and his son Dylan, Y/N's best friend. They both looked at her in surprise, and Lisa quickly came to meet her, taking her into a tight, maternal hug.

"Oh my dear," she said, holding her face affectionately, as if she were meeting a distant daughter, "I can’t believe you're back!"

Lisa had some tears in her eyes and that was totally acceptable, especially coming from her. She had always been like a mother to Y/N. Their families shared holidays and celebrations as if they had only been one for several generations. Even after her maternal grandmother passed away and her mother refused to keep the traditions between them, the O'brien families affection towards Y/N never ceased to exist. After the brief moment of affection between the two, she saw Dylan approaching.

He was standing with his hands in the pocket of his shorts, grinning in surprise to see her there after so long. She remembered perfectly the last time she had seen him, the farewell on the beach, the two promising each other that they would never cease to be friends and would one day still be together forever. They were just kids making that innocent promise. That day struck her deeply and she still felt her heart racing when she saw him, even after 8 years. He was taller, more masculine, his hair messy as he had always been.

"Y/N ... how long! I can’t believe, you're so ... "

"Different?" Y/N asked curiously.

"I was going to say beautiful, but different is also a good option," replied Dylan smiling.

They approached for a half-awkward hug. Dylan tenderly enveloped Y/N and she immediately felt at home. They stood there for a few seconds, just enjoying each other's presence when Lisa interrupted them.

"What do you think about finishing the conversation at our home Y/N/N? I'll make sure you have lunch with us and Julia will love to see you!"

Y/N was not so sure if Julia, Lisa's eldest daughter, would be happy to see her, after all they were never very friendly. Even with trepidation, she could not deny the invitation. Besides being such a lack of education, Lisa would never take no for an answer. Their house was only a block from the gas station, and it was big and cozy just like Y/N remembered, despite some renovations here and there. As she looked at the next lot, she felt a slight sadness. His parents had ruled out any possibility of going back to that place, and where one day had been his home he could see only a vacant lot, the "sell-out" advertisement worn in front of the property that his parents still had difficulty sell.

While Lisa was preparing lunch, Dylan and Y/N were chatting in the living room. Y/N didn’t know how to introduce a subject without seeming inconvenient, but gradually they were losing their fear and the conversation returned to the tone of friendship and play as it was before. Y/N discovered that Dylan moved from Southporth to veterinary school and since then he lived in Wilmington. He was working in a clinic and had used the vacation to visit the family and long for homesickness. Dylan seemed to have become the gentle, honest, and successful man she had always thought he would be. Y/N hadn’t noticed any ring, but she did not dare ask if he was engaged, it was none of her business.

"And you Y/N, have you taken advantage of England?"

Enjoying was not the right way to describe everything she was living. Dylan was a responsible and stable student, and she was only a 20-year-old girl following the commandments of her parents. She didn’t want to sell herself as a spoiled and dramatic daughter to her best friend. While this may not be true, as he recalled his story, sometimes it was just what it seemed. Before she could respond, Julia entered the room clearly surprised to see Y/N.

"Jules, do you remember Y/N?" Dylan said standing up and doing the honors of "restyling" the two.

"But of course, how could I forget our dear neighbor?!" Julia said holding out her hand, with some irony. "What brings you back here? You tired of England?"

Y/N could think of having a conversation with Dylan and telling the whole truth about her life and the reason she had brought her there, but for Julia, the jealous older sister, that would be impossible. She sighed, smiling.

"You don’t need a fair reason to visit a city that you love so much, doesn’t it ?! And besides, I needed to breathe this tranquility from here."

Julia raised her eyebrows suspiciously.

"Oh of course ... after 8 years living in beautiful London, who would not miss the little Southporth?"

Dylan grinned as he noticed a certain twinge in his sister. He knew Julia had always died of jealousy from his friends, especially Y/N.

"You never leaving here does not mean that everyone also has to stay Jules."

Julia rolled her eyes at his brother's defense.

"Some customs never change, do they?!" She replied poking Dylan, who responded with a grimace.

Y/N didn’t know where to run. She hated being the star of any subject, especially when she had something to hide. Before the situation went out of control, Lisa called everyone to eat.

The lunch was enjoyable and fun and could not be any different with the O'brien family. They were not the perfect family and they did not even tried to be, but the unity and love between them, the support they gave each other and how much they knew each other was clear. Y/N had never experienced that kind of relationship in her family. The meals they made together were summed up to meet labels and hear their parents discuss business. Time and again they asked about what she had done during the day, but soon they gave orders or opinions back to her agenda.

When Y/N was almost celebrating that matters were not involving her, Julia decided to ask where she would be staying in the city. That question immediately discredited her, she had not yet thought of this important detail. Realizing that she had been miserable at the thought of the answer, Lisa intervened.

"Of course Y/N will stay with us, will she not Pat?" Patrick just nodded, confirming as he finished devouring his piece of chicken, leaving Julia's mouth open.

Y/N had thought of staying in some hotel in the city, but Lisa had been so accommodating that she seriously considered accepting it.

"I would be very happy to accept the invitation, if I do not bother ... of course."

"I think that would be a great idea!" Dylan said smiling, winking in her direction.

Y/N's heart melted a little at that moment. She had to confess that she had also accepted the invitation to be closer to her friend. Even though she had not come to Southporth because of him, finding him was a very good surprise, and she could see no way to take advantage of that time better than not with him.

The days at Southporth were being incredible. The options that Y/N had were countless and she can review several old school friends, visit the places she liked to go along with her grandmother when she was little and even help Lisa and Patrick in the grocery store.

Being so busy would not let Y/N worry about her family in England with her engagement and she allowed herself to forget all those lies. Southporth was her safe haven and nothing could take away from her.

Of course, of all things, the best part of the trip was being able to spend those holidays with Dylan. Aside from a great friend, he had become a great companion to any show. Together they visited an animal shelter that was in town, where Y/N could see Dylan apply some things he had learned in college. She had no doubt he was born for it and nothing made her happier than seeing him fulfill his dream as a child. They made picnics, trails through the small forest that was around the city, spent hours on the beach enjoying the sea.

Dylan could not be happier. Every year he came to Southporth but those were by far the best vacation of all. It was as if he and Y/N were inseparable again and it was impossible to account for the good times they had spent together in those days.

The only person who still bothered about Y/N's presence was Julia, and she made a point of making that clear. As one afternoon, Dylan and Y/N had agreed to go to the beach together. He was packing some things in the room while Julia insisted that her brother go with her on a double date.

"Dylan you supposedly came here this summer to have fun, why do you refuse to do that?" Julia was nervous.

"And I'm having fun with Y/N/N. By the way, you and your friends can go to the beach with us, if you want."

"You know it's not going to be a double date if you take your vacation project together."

"I don’t need a double date, when are you going to understand that I'm not your little brother anymore? And I told you not to talk about Y/N like that."

Julia rolled her eyes. Something about her brother's best friend disturbed her and no one would convince her otherwise.

"And when she goes away again, are you going to spend the rest of the holidays crying like the first time?" "I don’t know, Dyl ... she appears out of nowhere after years and no one knows why. There's something wrong with this girl."

Dylan took a deep breath, trying not to argue with his sister.

"When you want to talk like adults, I'll be here, now I have a beach to enjoy."

Dylan finished stuffing his things into his backpack and went out into the hallway, listening to Julia just saying loudly "Then do not say I did not warn you." He loved his sister and understood that being super protective was part of the older sister package but he was already full of her to follow all his steps.

One night after a baseball game with friends, Dylan came home and didn’t find Y/N. When he questioned his mother about it, he discovered that she had gone to the beach to walk. He picked up his father's pickup truck and drove to the port. When he got there, he found some people making camps. Some were already leaving, but he found Y/N in the distance, sitting around a campfire, lit only by the moonlight.

Watching her from afar he realized that he still liked everything about her: the exaggerated sound of her laughter, her sweet way of treating people, her simplicity that still held even after so much luxury in her life.

When she left, it took years to get accustomed to the lack of best friend and for a long time wondered if it would just be a keepsake or if the innocent love that they had experienced would remain. There, watching her from afar, he realized that nothing had changed except the fact that he was no longer a naive boy of twelve. Dylan wanted her more than as a friend and he believed she was reciprocal. He just needed to have the courage to try. And that's what he did.

Y/N was distracted, humming a song when she saw Dylan walking toward her. She had reviewed several colleagues since arriving in the city but none of them had grown up and looked as handsome as him. Of course she was suspected to speak, she always defended him tooth and nail in any situation, but it was unquestionable how much the girls in town were impressed with him. Earlier, at the grocery store, she might notice some whispering about Dylan, one of them would do anything to make her realize it, asking for help for every item she wanted to buy. She didn’t want to admit it, but even though it was no big deal, it made her a little jealous.

Dylan settled next to her on the fire, with a plate of marshmallows.

"I think a fire does not have the same grace without some candy, does not it?!"

"You had a great idea, Mr. O'brien."

He smiled and handed out some marshmallows so they could bake while they talked.

"So, what are you doing here so early? I thought the evening with your friends would be fun."

"Yes, it was a lot of fun, but you know a full night always ends like this," he said pointing at both of them.

Y/N's face lit up in a smile. When they were teenagers, even if they went out to totally different places, they always found themselves in the backyard of Dylan's house to tell them about the day, late at night. They started the little tradition when they were 7 and didn’t leave it when some of them was sick.

"Some things never change, right?!"

"I think so." Dylan nodded, smiling. Y/N realized he meant something. She knew when he was restless.

"But tell me, what have you been keeping there?" She asked curiously.

Dylan hesitated a little before saying the words that had been stored from the first moment he saw her.

"I missed you Y/N/N."

Y/N felt her face flush at that. She should not feel ashamed of those things, after all, they were close. But the two were now adults and even though she didn’t want to admit it, she always wanted him to be more than just a friend. She moved closer to him, snuggling her head against his shoulder.

"Me too Dyl ... me too."

It was windy enough, and though the sky had hidden all the stars, that night seemed perfect. With Y/N wrapped in his arms, he could only think of how much he wanted her closer. He knew that summer romances were passengers and that he was only there for vacation at his parents' house, but Y/N was not anyone and if they worked as well as friends, why not try to be something else? Dylan was nervous, he did not want to be intrusive or frightened her, but all he wanted to do now was to hug her, kiss her and let their bodies decide to do the rest. He took a deep breath and when he felt the courage to talk to her, he felt a raindrop on his face. Before he could do anything, it began to rain. They looked at each other, the drops that had begun slow were thick and increasing the speed with which they fell, leaving them getting wetter and wetter. Dylan looked around the beach, looking for some place so they could shelter when he had an idea. He took Y/N’s hand and guided her to where his truck was parked. They finally got in the car, soaking wet after being caught by the rain, which was falling harder and harder. Dylan was adjusting the seat of the car as a loud roar roared from the sky, one of several thunders that were probably yet to come. Y/N practically jumped into his lap, startled by the noise, causing laughter between them. Y/N’s heart was racing, her face so close to Dylan that she could feel his breath catching after the laughter. When Dylan realized that the universe had finally made a move so they could be alone, he did not think twice. Gently, he pulled away a few strands of hair that hung from her face. He looked her in the eye, and immediately remembered when she was gone, all the homesickness he'd kept for all these years and finding his way back to his first love, he kissed her. Y/N did not know how to react when she felt Dylan's warm, sweet lips touch hers. Part of her wanted to push him away and say that it was not right, part of her wanted to tell him all the motives that had brought her there. But how could she not give up the strong grip on her waist, the way their kiss seemed so sure not to happen. Dylan could not tell what he was feeling at the moment. Even hesitating a little, Y/N had given in to the kiss. He was excited but at the same time confused. Pulling away their faces, he stopped to face her, his anxious gaze questioning if they should continue. Y/N understood perfectly what he was feeling: the confusion, the pleasure, that animated spark that would come back to light when kissing his best friend. There inside the car, the sound of the rain crashing incessantly at the window work, she could only think of how much they had was unique in how much they were meant to be. Taking possession of all the certainty she had in her heart, she pulled him again for another intense kiss. With Dylan it was different, it was natural. So when he moved the benches so they could lie down, she just nodded, letting her wishes be reciprocated.

As lightning leapt from the sky, Dylan took advantage of the flashes of light that hung from the sky to watchY/N, her naked body slowly taking shape in his arms as he took off each piece of clothing. Each time Dylan kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, Y/N felt as if sparks were leaping from her body. After a few minutes, the thunderbolts became just background music, while Y/N and Dylan let that night of love, their desires be unpacked and their hearts as well.

Some time later, with Y/N settling under his chest and the darkness giving way to some stars in the sky after the rain, Dylan could not feel happier. Of course he had met other women, some interesting and very beautiful, but she was different. When they were together it was as if the rest of the world did not exist, as in a parallel reality.

Y/N realized that Dylan was almost falling asleep, but despite having just lived what she had thought one of the best nights of her life, something bothered her. Even though those days had served as anesthesia for the lies she'd lived through, she was still engaged. It was a fact that no one had ever made her feel as complete as that night and she knew it was not just about sex. But not even worrying about Chuck's feelings, she worried about Dylan and she could not bear to see him think she was using him just to get over something. She pushed those thoughts away, trying to focus only on the sleep that slowly overpowered her.

After that night, Dylan and Y/N got even closer. It was a fact that they were passing when every day together but now always had room for long kisses, escapes to each other's room at night and even miniature romantic dinners made by Dylan. Y/N's voice was the last one Dylan wanted to hear the night and the first morning. He loved to wake up and be enlightened by the sound of her laughter. Their reunion was recent and he knew that what they had was not set, but those days were yielding great points to start thinking about what it could be.

That day, after going out to play bowling with some friends, they came home with laughter. The night had been extremely fun, even though Y/N had ended up with any chance of them winning the game. When Dylan stopped the car at the door of her house, Y/N was still holding back the laughter she was giving of herself after it had been awful at the bowling alley.

"The bowls in England are different from those here," she said trying to defend herself, but Dylan knew it was just a joke.

"So you're just horrible in the bowling alleys here?" He questioned her smiling.

"Yes, in the bowling alleys of England I'm less evil," Y/N replied, the two falling in laughter again.

Dylan took a deep breath and composed himself of the crisis of laughter, he loved the way she could make any situation seem funnier. They got out of the car and on leaving, Dylan noticed that a small box fell from the door. Curious, he bent to pick her up. Opening what appeared to be a jewelry box, he found a beautiful diamond ring, not inconspicuous, by the way.

Realizing what Dylan had found, Y/N's heart almost stopped. Immediately he came to her, intrigued.

"Hmmmm I know we've known each other a long time but do not you think it's a little early to choose the engagement ring Y/N/N?"

When Y/N saw the ring in his hands, his happy, quiet expression of a few minutes disappeared. Carefully she took the jewel from his hands, putting it back in the box. Dylan looked at her in confusion. She smiled uncomfortably at the situation she'd avoided all those days.

"Dyl, I need to tell you something."

Her tone of sad voice and her gaze lost, Dylan realized something was not right.

"That ring ..." she sighed deeply, seeming to choose which words to use, "this is my engagement ring."

Dylan took a step back, perplexed by what he had just heard.

"Engagement? What are you talking about, Y/N?"

Holding her so that tears did not fall from her eyes, Y/N began to count all the things that had happened before she got there. His relationship with Chuck, the fake engagement, all the lies his parents held for all those years. Dylan listened to her in silence, the time her head lowered, as if she was not believing what she was talking about. This could only be a nightmare. When Y/N was done, Dylan was serious, the frustration on his face.

"You lied to me? This whole time, everything we spent together ... you lied?" Dylan questioned her.

"No Dyl, nothing I told you was a lie, I just ..."

He smiled wryly.

"Is the concept of lying different from the other side of the world? I think living with dishonest people has made you a Y/N."

"Dylan I had no choice! I didn’t plan any of this, I didn’t expect to find you here ... I didn’t expect to fall in love with you again."

Y/N could no longer handle the tears that threatened to fall from her face.

"So you know what it is to fall in love with Y/N? Have you ever felt anything that was not dictated by your parents?" Dylan was nervous, blinded by the hurt in his heart. "I should have listened to my sister. You didn’t come here because you missed us, you came here just to soften your ego, to try to prove to yourself that you can do what you want. But you know what you forgot? People's feelings are not like deeds or whatever shit their father owns. You can’t buy or manipulate us. You can’t treat us like pawns of your game."

Those words hit her hard. How could he say that? She knew it was not easy for him to understand a situation like that, but she just wanted him to realize that she had no choice, that the freedom to make her own decisions had been taken from her. How could he hurt her like that?

"I just want you to believe Dylan, what I felt 8 years ago, what I still feel ... it's real."

Dylan snorted, anger taking over his face.

"The world does not work like this Y/N, this can’t be new to you!"

"Dylan, please don’t let this stop us both."

"Your problems prevent good things from happening to you, Y/N." Dylan took a deep breath, "your world is made of dirt and lies and I don’t want to be a part of it."

In tears, Y/N tried to get closer but he got away from her. Nothing hurt Dylan more than to see her like that, but what could he do? He trusted her, why she hid so many lies? He headed toward his house, leaving Y/N and all the things he dreamed had with her behind.

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