Corporate || Dylan O’Brien AU {Part Seven}
Words: 2342
Warnings: violence, fluff
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Author’s Note: This literally took me a couple hours to write so I hope it’s good. I really like this chapter too because it’s adorable. Thanks to my babe @lovelydob for proofreading this for me!! :)
It’s been almost two months since Dylan and I have gone on our first date and we still weren’t official yet. I still haven’t told him about Jeremy yet, but Jeremy really hasn’t been a problem lately. Dylan’s been gone a few weeks on a business trip, so I haven’t really seen him much. We’ve skyped quite a few times when he wasn’t busy in his hotel room and I highly enjoyed it, but I always enjoy talking to him. He makes me so happy.
The night Dylan came back to New York, he took a cab directly to my apartment building. It was surely a shock when someone had knocked on my door and it turned out to be Dyl. I squealed, wrapping my arms around him tightly as he placed his bag down on the floor, hugging my waist.
“I missed you so much.” Dylan muttered into my ear, swaying me around slightly before placing my feet back to the floor. I invited him in, closing the door behind him before locking it. Dylan went to my room, placing his bag in there as I went into the kitchen, grabbing him a beer. I sat down on the couch, handing it to him once he plopped down onto the soft cushion, thanking me so quietly before pressing a small kiss to my cheek.
“So, did your boss send you out on the business trip? Or did you volunteer for it?” I asked, leaning my head against the palm of my hand. Dylan’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, tilting his head to the side a bit.
“You don’t know?” He asked and I shook my head, wondering what he was talking about. “I am the boss. I run the MLB company.” Dylan chuckled, scooting closer to me. My lips parted and eyes widened in surprise, blushing majorly at how I didn’t notice.
“Oh my god I’m so oblivious. That would be the reason why you have your own office.” I mumbled, shaking my head as I laughed a bit. I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his shoulder.
“It’s alright. I don’t usually go flaunting my status around to gorgeous girls like yourself.” He mentioned and I lifted my head off his shoulder, glancing up at him as he gave me a cheeky wink. I blushed, looking away from him as I felt his fingers softly touch my face, making me look at him. “You’re so gorgeous.” Dylan whispered, his face moving closer to mine.
“You really know how to make me blush don’t you.” I laughed lightly as his forehead touched mine. “I really like you, Dylan.” I muttered, resting my hand on his forearm, rubbing his skin softly.
“I really like you too, Y/N.” He smiled, dipping his head down a bit, capturing my lips with his. One of his hands rested on my cheek, tilting his head to the side a bit as I moved my lips against his, deepening the kiss. Dylan pulled away from me, dragging his lips across mine, looking down at me.
It’s been almost a week since Dylan finally came back from Chicago, since the night he stayed at my apartment for the second time since our first date. Dylan’s supposed to be coming over for dinner tonight and I went to the store to gather ingredients to make lasagna after I finished work. Music was currently playing throughout my apartment as I started mixing the ingredients to make dinner when there was a knock on my door.
“He’s early.” I muttered, walking towards the door, opening it. I gasp, taking a step back as Jeremy stood on the other side of the door.
“Hi, honey.” He smirked, walking inside, closing the door behind him. “This is a great place you got here.” Jeremy mentioned, walking around my island, looking at the ingredients I was mixing. “You’re making dinner? Oh, well it’s a good thing I’m here. I’m starving.” He muttered, his eyes darkening a bit.
“You need to leave, Jeremy.” I told him, taking deep breaths. “Y-You have no right to be here.” I growled a bit, gathering up some courage to defend myself.
“Look at you being all brave.” He stepped closer to me, my back pressed against the back of the couch, making an attempt to go around it when Jeremy blocked me in, his hand gripping my chin. “You need to understand not to talk back to me.” Jeremy muttered before slapping me across the face. I let out a gasp, holding my hand to my cheek as I could hear his heavy breathing.
“You need to leave. I’m having company.” I muttered, tears streaming down my face. “You have no right to be here. I’m not yours anymore.” I narrowed my eyes at him and I felt the sting of his hand connecting with my cheek again.
“Keep talking that way or you won’t make it out of this.” He growled and I push my hands against his chest, backing him away from me.
“It’s true! You’ve got no fucking right to treat me this way. You need to go, now.” I angrily told him and Jeremy laughed maniacally, turning around for a second before he swung his hand back, backhanding me hard, ultimately knocking me over, hitting my head against the corner of the couch, rendering me unconscious.
Jeremy turned the stove on, taking the cover of the burner off, throwing it across the room as the flame raised. He placed something flammable on the flame, catching the kitchen on fire before he left, leaving you unconscious on the floor. A neighbor had noticed the burning smell coming from the apartment next door and called the fire department.
Ryan and his team got here quickly, walking into the building as they took the elevator up to the sixth floor, heading to the apartment Ryan knew too well. He began running towards your door, kicking it down as he noticed the kitchen on fire.
I stirred, coughing as my eyes fluttered open, seeing the smoke filling up my apartment. “No, no.” I muttered, attempting to get up as a figure came out from the smoke and I backed away slightly, afraid that Jeremy was still around.
Ryan appeared out of the smoke, kneeling down next to me as I attempted to let out a sigh of relief, taking in smoke. I coughed vigorously as Ryan picked me up bridal style, telling me that everything would be okay. My head began to pound, wincing in pain as I pressed my fingers against my temple. There was an ambulance parked next to the fire truck, setting me down onto the back of it, telling the medical examiner to check me out.
I looked up at Ryan, taking his hand into mine as my eyes stung a bit, mentally telling him that this was Jeremy. He nodded his head, sitting down next to me as he rubbed my back, giving me a hug after the examination was complete. I cried silently into his chest, gripping his uniform tightly. “When is it going to stop?” I cried, feeling his hand softly rub my back.
“It’s going to stop now. I promise you.” He muttered. I heard a car door slam shut and some yelling from a voice I knew too well.
“What’s going on? Hey! Let me through!” Dylan yelled, trying to push through the police that had arrived at the scene. Ryan stood up, heading towards the commotion. “Let me through! My girlfriend lives here, please.” He tried to convince the policeman.
“It’s okay, let him through.” Ryan told the man and he nodded, letting Dylan past. Dylan ran towards him, seeing me sitting on the edge of the ambulance and instantly came over to me.
“Oh my god. Thank god.” He muttered and I stood up, hugging him tightly. I cried in his chest, letting everything I’ve held in, out. “You’re okay… you’re okay.” Dylan whispered into my ear, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “I want you to stay with me until everything get’s fixed, okay?” He asked and I looked up at him, my lips parted as I stared at him.
“D-Dylan… I can’t.” I muttered and Dylan’s hand landed on my cheek, wiping the tears from my cheeks as he smiled softly at me. “I want you to. Please, for me.” He whispered and I nodded my head reluctantly. Dylan placed a small kiss to my forehead as Ryan walked up to us, letting me know that I’m clear to go elsewhere and he’d let me know when I could talk to the police. I nodded my head, intertwining Dylan and I’s fingers together, heading towards his car.
It was a silent drive to his apartment building, feeling him glance at me every now and then. I sniffed a few times, calming down from what had happened, thinking it’s time to finally tell Dylan. He parked in the parking lot of his building, opening my door for me and I thanked him quietly, leaning into him as he led me to his place.
“Welcome, Mr. O’Brien.” The lady at the door greeted, giving him a small smile as he returned it. We got into the elevator, pressing the very top button and he rubbed my back, his lips pressing against the side of my head every now and then. The elevator dinged, opening the doors slowly as this beautiful apartment came into view, even if you could call it that.
“Dylan… this is a penthouse, not an apartment.” I chuckled, glancing up at him as he shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s home.” He muttered, leading me inside and I followed him, looking around at the beautiful place. “So, the bedroom is over here.” Dylan told me, leading me towards the bedroom and I let out a small gasp.
“This is gorgeous.” I muttered, smiling at some of the Met’s stuff he has placed at his office desk. I sat down on the cotton sheets, feeling how soft the mattress is under me. “Are you sure you’re alright with me staying here?” I asked and Dylan stood in between my legs, grabbing my hands in his, intertwining our fingers.
“Yes, of course.” He smiled, pressing a small kiss to my lips. “I want you to be safe.” Dylan muttered and I frowned, pressing my lips together in a thin line.
“Dylan… I need to tell you something. Over two years ago my now ex boyfriend had started to become a drunk and did some not so great things to me. H-He would beat me over the littlest things and it had gone on for at least a year and a half before I decided to do something about it.” I muttered, looking up at Dylan as he looked down at me with a sad expression. “He was arrested and had been sentenced for twenty five year sentence, but somehow he only had served two. H-How that happened I don’t know, but he’s back and he continues to abuse me.” I cried, wiping the tears from my eyes as he crouched in front of me, seeing the tears in his eyes as well.
“Who is he?” Dylan muttered angrily, and I looked up at him, rubbing the back of his hand.
“Jeremy Flynn.” I whispered and I heard Dylan’s breath hitch in his throat. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about him. I-I wasn’t ready to tell you and I thought that it’d fade out. I’m sorry…”
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m sorry I didn’t see it. God damn it.” He hissed, running his hands through his hair and I grabbed one of them, kissing the back of it lightly.
“I hid it well. Not many people knew. I-I just needed to tell you.” I mentioned and I remembered what he had mentioned back at my apartment building. My girlfriend lives here. “I wanted you to know i-if we were going to become exclusive.”
Dylan looked up at me, staring into my eyes for a few moments before leaning up, pressing his lips against mine. I let out a deep breath, missing the feeling of his lips against mine and I melted into the kiss, moving them against his. I pulled away from him, placing a few chaste kisses against his soft lips.
“We’ll get this asshole, okay?” He asked and I nodded my head, giving him a small smile. “Alright, for now, you can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.” Dylan mentioned, walking over towards his dresser, pulling out a t-shirt for me to wear.
“Dylan, no. I don’t want to take away your bed from you. I’m perfectly capable of sleeping on the couch.” I told him, standing up and he stepped in front of me, smiling down at me as he shook his head.
“I want you to have the bed, please.” He told me and I sighed, rubbing my hands on his chest.
“Share it with me?” I asked and his eyes widened. “Please, this bed is perfectly capable in fitting the both of us and I’ll feel a lot safer with you.” I whispered and Dylan closed his eyes for a minute.
“Only because you asked me to.” He grinned, handing me his shirt. The two of us changed, him in the bathroom and I in the bedroom and I hopped into his king-sized bed, getting under the covers as I stared out the window, seeing the stars. Dylan opened the bathroom door, walking out in just a pair of boxers, a blush on his cheeks as I smiled at him.
“Nice boxers, Dyl.” I chuckled, glancing back at him as he got into bed next me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Thanks, cutie.” He mumbled, feeling his breath hit my face. I closed my eyes, snuggling into his chest as his lips pressed to my forehead, whispering against my skin. “I really, really fucking like you and I’d do anything to make you happy.”
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