Drunk in love.

DYLAN'S POV.

When I open my eyes, I realize that I am lying next to the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her head is resting on my chest, and her arm is wrapped around my waist. I softly rub her hair and then her cheek, but her sleep is so deep that nothing can wake her up. I can't help myself not to stare at her; she is gorgeous.

Suddenly, my phone rings. I try to be as delicate as I can not wake Olivia up, and I answer. It's Luke. "Good morning Dylan, sorry to bother you. I didn't want to knock on the door because I guess that you're still in bed." "Yeah... What is it?" I ask with a sleepy voice. "There are pictures of you and Olivia from last night, holding hands... everyone is freaking out, especially your fans." I honestly was expecting that, so I am not that worried or surprised.

"Luke, I am aware of the fact that we were holding hands, and so what? In the beginning, I was always worried about what people might think, but come on, I have a life, and I have the right to live peacefully and do what I like and spend my time with who makes me happy!" I reply, a bit angry. He says nothing.

I keep talking, trying to calm down because I don't want to wake Olivia up. "I am truly happy, but I don't care about what the paparazzi say. For now, since nothing is confirmed, I won’t speak about it. If the relationship with Olivia will become more serious, I will talk with my fans, and they will understand. But you, Luke, do you understand me?" I ask, a bit worried.

"Dylan, of course, I understand you! I will always support you, no matter what. If you are happy, then I am happy too. And I am sure that your fans will understand since the only thing that they want is you to be happy! But Dylan, be careful. Paparazzi are worse than you think." "I know, thank you, Luke." I end up the call, and I think: Is this worth it? Is Olivia worth it? Am I doing this for her? The answer is right in front of me.

"Mmh..." She mumbles. I give her a soft kiss on her forehead. "Who called you?" She asks with a sleepy voice. "I thought you were sleeping, smart ass!" She laughs, and I put myself on top of her. She hesitates for a second but then says: "Foster, who was on the phone?" I try to distract her by kissing Olivia.

She pulls me back and makes me almost fall, so I am forced to sit next to her. I give up and say: "It was Luke. He warned me about the fact that there are pictures of us everywhere." "Dylan, I knew that it would end like this! Shoot, what are we going to do?" She asks, concerned. I look at her, placing my hand on her cheek.

"Olivia, to be honest, I am not worried at all. I am famous, and I know that I am always photographed and don't have a lot of privacy. But I don't want to hide anymore... I wish that everybody knew that you make me happy and my fans have to accept that. Let them freak out for a bit, but then they will get used to it soon. "Are you sure?" She asks, still worried. "Of course! But now, please, let's order something; I am starving!" She nods, and then we decide to get the food by the room service. The waiter comes soon, and we start eating. We both order a couple of muffins and orange juice.

While having breakfast, my eyes widen, and Olivia notices that. "What's wrong?" She questions. "Nothing bad, tonight there is the birthday party of a friend of mine, and I forgot!" "How is he called?" She asks curiously. "He is called Paul." "Well, have fun tonight and send me photos and videos of the party then!" She says while finishing to eat the muffin.

"Actually...Ehm... I would like to go with you, only if you want, of course." Her jaw drops, and she stands up, starting to freak out. "Omg, Dylan, seriously?" I nod, and she jumps in the middle of the room. "I would love to go with you! But I don't have an appropriate dress for a birthday party..."

I laugh, and I try to calm her down: "Don't worry, you can go to the closest mall here and take one while I will be in the studio since I gotta work on something." She gets closer to me and wraps her arms around my neck. "Are you working on a new song?" "Maybe." I answer with a smirk. "But Dylan, you just dropped DF3, and you are already working on a new song? You need to get some rest!" "Olivia, for me, it's not a big deal! I love making music, especially when I am inspired and being honest lately, Olivia, you have been my inspiration." She blushes, and I give her a kiss, a long one. I take a shower and get dressed. "Now I gotta go to the studio, but call me or text me whenever you want." She nods, and she gives me a quick kiss.

OLIVIA'S POV.

I randomly put something on, and then I try to find the closest mall with Google Maps' help. Unfortunately, the closest one is thirty minutes away from here, so I have to take a cab. When I reach it, I immediately start my search. Since I am desperate and don’t want to waste time, I look for a shop assistant and say: "Hello ma'am, I am looking for a dress. I’m going to a birthday party, and I need something elegant, but also fancy if you know what I mean." "Sure. Follow me, please." She replies kindly. "Wow, there are a lot of beautiful dresses here!" I say. She smiles, and I thank her. "If you need help again, you can find me right there." I nod, and after a couple of minutes, I find this beautiful black dress covered by some paillettes, and it's also perfect for my height since it reaches my knees. I don't even need to go to the changing room; I just get to the cash desk and pay for it.

While I am on my way back to the hotel, I text Dylan.

To Dylan: I just bought the dress, you are going to love it. When are you coming back from the studio?

He answers after a couple of minutes.

From Dylan: I will be back in an hour. I can't wait to see you x

When I reach the hotel, I go to my room, shower, and then put on the dress. I can't help but think about Dylan and his reaction when he is going to see me. This time I decide to wear a pair of earrings and they perfectly match the outfit.

I also put on some make-up and decide to wear a pair of heels.

When I am about to leave my room and reach Dylan's, I get a call from him. "Hey, where are you?" He asks. "I'm in my room. When will the party start? Because I am ready." "Wow, you're pretty fast. Let me change myself, and then I will come to your room. Is that okay?" "It's perfect. My room is number 241, by the way." "Okay, see you later." He ends the call, and I sit down on my bed, waiting patiently for him.

After 45 minutes, Dylan finally shows up, and when he sees me, well, you can imagine his reaction: "Foster, what's wrong? You seem speechless." I mock him. He looks so good with that Hawaiian shirt. "Trust me; If I could undress you right now, I would do that with pleasure." My eyes widen. "Slow down your thoughts Foster, that is not going to happen." He snorts and says: "Whatever. The party is going to start soon, so it's better if we go."

I nod, and after taking my purse and locking the door, we reach the elevator. "Can I at least kiss you?" He asks, but I cannot answer since he has already crushed his lips on mine. I pull him back, and I snap at him: "You're going to ruin my make-up!" He laughs and then calls Jacob. "Dude, we're waiting for you!" He says. "Five minutes, and we're there." I look at Dylan, confused. "Were you talking with Jacob Castillo?" I ask, excited.

"Yup. There will also be George, Simon, Daniel, Luke, and Alex!" "Omg, I have always wanted to meet them!" After a couple of minutes, a car stops in front of us. We get in, and I introduce myself to everybody. "Dylan talked a lot about you, and you guys make such a cute couple!" Jacob says. I blush, and for the whole drive, we joke around. They are seriously the best people on Earth!

At the party.

There are a lot of people, and I have to introduce myself to all of them. "Dylan, I don't know if coming here with you was the best idea." I say nervously. He intertwines our fingers and says: "Olivia, because of those pics of us, everybody knows you, and they love you. I talked about you so much that my friends couldn't wait to meet you! But I have to ask you something... Is it okay for you if I call you my girlfriend?"

This boy surprises me every day more, but I know what to answer. "Only for tonight." He nods and goes to get me a drink. Meanwhile, I meet the other guests, and I also meet Paul. "Olivia, nice to meet you. Wow, Dylan said you are beautiful, but I didn't imagine how much. You're stunning." I blush and reply with: "Thank you so much and Happy Birthday!" He greets me and then reaches a girl, kissing her. I immediately understand that she is his girlfriend.

At that moment, Dylan comes back with the drinks, and I ask him worried: "Dylan, I forgot about the birthday present! What am I going to do?" He laughs and says: "Don't worry, I have already bought it. We will say that it's from the both of us, okay?" I nod, and then I take a sip from the plastic cup. I make a disgusted face. "Vodka, seriously, Dylan? Let's be clear here; I don't wanna get drunk tonight." "But I do. Come on, let's dance." Is he drunk already? I hope not.

The DJ starts to put on some music, and everyone starts to dance. Dylan and I are dancing, and our bodies are pretty close, so when a slow song starts to play, he puts his hands on my waist while mine are wrapped around his neck. Everything is so romantic, but when he leans closer to kiss me, I whisper: "Dylan, we are in public..." "I don't care; everyone here knows about us." and then he gives me a soft kiss. I can feel everybody's looking at us, but at that moment, it’s like there's only him and I.

We keep dancing for a while, but then someone brings a big cake, and we start to sing the Happy Birthday song while Paul looks embarrassed but happy at the same time. After eating the cake, which was delicious, Dylan starts to drink way more than he should, and I try to stop him. "Dylan, slow down, please!" "Shh, let me have fun!" Damn, he is already drunk; I can understand that by his breath. I contain myself by only drinking soda.

Luke sees that I am worried about Dylan and says: "Don't worry, he gets drunk like this at every party; we are used to it. Last time he was so drunk that he couldn't even clap!" I laugh, and then Luke adds: "When you will go back to the hotel, it's better that you stay with him and take care of him." I nod, and then I go back to Dylan.

"Hey, baby, where were you?" He asks. God, he is so drunk. "Dylan, we should go back to the hotel, it's pretty late, and I am tired. Can you do this for me?" I try to be convincing by kissing him. "Fine. I will do that only because I reaaaaallyyyy care about you." I have to admit that he is pretty funny and even hotter when he's drunk. I try to apologize to Paul because we have to leave. "I get it, don't worry. Dylan is very drunk, and it's better that you take him back to the hotel." "Thank you so much, Paul; it was a pleasure meeting you, and again, Happy Birthday." Then I reach Jacob and the other boys, telling them that we are leaving.

When we leave, Dylan can barely walk, and I try to help him as much as I can. After twenty minutes, the cab reaches the hotel. I pay the driver, and I thank him. "Olivia, where are we going?" He asks. "We just reached the hotel. Come on, let's go." When we are in the elevator, he starts to laugh hysterically, without any reason. "Oh my God, this is bad." I think.

We reach Dylan's room, and I immediately make him sit down on the bed. He is sweating a lot, so I go to his wardrobe, and I find a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. "Change yourself." I say. "Mmh, I don't want to!" He mumbles. "Dylan, I swear to God, if you don't change yourself right now, I will slap your Canadian ass!" I snap at him, a bit angry. "You want to see me naked, eh? Sneaky girl!"

I ignore him, and after a while, he finally changes himself, but with a bit of difficulty. I can't help myself not to stare at his body. I am tempted to touch his abs, but I try to contain myself. When he ends to dress up, I ask: "Can you please get into bed? I am going to change myself, and then I will be right back with a bit of water and a painkiller, okay?" He shakes his head.

"Dylan, please..." He leans closer to me, and he starts to unzip my dress. "You're so beautiful, I swear." He whispers to my ear, and he says right after: "I wanna make love to you." I get shivers all over my body, and he undresses me; now I only have my underwear. "Dylan, we can't, not now." He is looking at me intensely; it’s like he is undressing me with his eyes.

I take off the heels, and I reach the wardrobe, putting on Dylan's clothes. "Ohh, you look so hot in my clothes, but trust me, I bet that you look hotter naked." He says. "Dylan, stop it and get into bed, please." He sees that I am losing my patience, so he does what I said. I reach the bathroom, and I brush my teeth, also removing the make-up. I pull out a water bottle and a painkiller from my purse, and I go to Dylan.

"Take this; you’ll feel better." I say, and he swallows the painkiller with a bit of water. He thanks me, and after taking off the earrings, I get into bed next to Dylan. I kiss him, and then I say: "Now sleep, you need to get some rest." He shakes his head again. "I actually wanna do something else." He leans closer to me, and I stop him. "Not tonight, Foster."