Back home.

“You have bruises all over your face!" He says nothing but instead grabs my hand, and we walk towards the exit. "Dylan, I am so sor-" I am not able to finish the sentence because he kisses me. It's a long and passionate, desperate kiss.

It's the longest kiss ever. I can feel his pain, passion, his worry, and his love. Dylan notices that I am still crying, and he wipes my tear with his thumb. "Hey, it's fine, it's over. Come here." And he pulls me in for a hug. "Olivia, you're freezing!" he says, and he gives me his denim jacket.

"Guys, is everything okay?" Simon and the others reach us, and they notice that Dylan is bleeding. "Bro, what the hell happened?" Jacob asks. "I fought with an asshole that was bothering Liv. But guys, can you please drive us back to the hotel?" They all nod, and we wait for them to get to the car.

Before getting in, I hear behind me: "Olivia, you will regret this!" I turn, and I see James. Dylan immediately gets in front of me and says: "Shut the hell up, or I will make you end to the hospital!" and we quickly get in the car. "Go before I beat up that asshole again." and Simon starts driving, leaving us in front of the hotel after thirty minutes. "Call us if you need anything." Alex says, and Dylan nods.

We thank them, and we take the elevator, reaching Dylan's room. "You have to disinfect those bruises, or it will get worse. Let me help you, please." "I think you can find the necessary in the bathroom." he says, so I get everything I need. He is sitting on the bed, waiting for me. I lie next to him, and while I am disinfecting his wounds, he asks me: "I noticed that he knows your name. Do you know him?" "Who?" I act as if nothing happened. "You perfectly know who I am talking about." he says, whining for the pain. "Sorry." I say, and I try to be more delicate. I take a deep breath and say: "Yes, I know that guy. He is my ex-boyfriend."

I look Dylan in the eyes, and he stiffens. "Ah." It's the only thing that he says. "Don't worry, we broke up for over a year; there is nothing to worry about." "How could you even date him? He was harassing you!" he snaps. "That's exactly why we broke up. He used to be such a sweet guy, but after a while, I noticed that he had been using me for the whole time. When I found out that he was such a monster, I immediately broke up with him. But let's say that he never got over it. When I saw him tonight, all those bad memories came up to my mind again, and it was terrible. I knew that he was working in LA, but I wasn't expecting to meet him."

Without even noticing, I start crying again. "Liv, it's okay; I am happy that you told me the truth, forget about him. I am here for you, to give you all my love and to protect you at all costs. I love you more than anyone else in the world, and I would do anything to make you happy." I smile, and I give him a soft kiss. "Thank you. I love you so much, and you make me the happiest girl in the world."

"Let's go to bed; tomorrow we have to make the suitcases again and go to the airport." I nod and take off his denim jacket and my shoes while taking off his shirt. "Can you help me with this?" I point at the zip of my dress. He gets closer and starts to unzip the dress very slowly. I take it off, and I am only wearing my underwear. "Thank you." He smirks and quickly changes himself.

Right after, he sits on the bed, staring at me while I am putting on a pair of pants. Dylan is staring at me in that way that makes me bite my bottom lip, and when I look at him, I notice something that makes me widen my eyes. "Babe, what the heck?" I say, staring at his boner. "It's your fault; you drive me crazy when you bite your lip. Plus, those pants make your ass amazing; I can't stop staring at you."

"You really can't contain yourself, eh?" I answer, a little embarrassed. I get closer, and he makes me sit on his lap. His boner becomes even worse, and I don't know how to feel about it; it’s a weird feeling. "Weren't you the one who said that we should go to bed?" "Mmh..." He says while kissing my neck and trying to unclip my bra. "We need to sleep, please." I try to convince him. "Dylan, I am only yours, okay? That time will come, but tomorrow will be a tiring day, and we should sleep. So please, calm down, and let's go to bed."

He looks at me a bit disappointed, but he does what I say, so he gets into bed. I go to the bathroom and remove my make-up, reaching the bed a couple of minutes later. I get into bed too, and Dylan says: "Goodnight, sexy girl." "Shut up!" I laugh, and I give him a little stroke on his shoulder. After some cuddles, we both fall asleep.

The next day.

"Mmh... What is this smell?" I say while rubbing my eyes. "Ooh, you woke up! I brought breakfast." Dylan says, and he gets closer to me, kissing my forehead. "Goodmorning, how did my girl sleep?" He asks. "Very well, thank you." I answer with a smile. I get up and reach the table, so we start to eat.

At the airport.

We are ready to get on the plane, but I get a bit nervous when it takes off, so Dylan intertwines our fingers. I spend the whole time listening to music while laying my head on Dylan's shoulder while he’s sleeping. After a couple of hours, the plane lands, and Dylan has to take selfies with the fans. "What happened to your face?" A fan asks. Oh, shoot. He laughs and says: "I fell off a bird, but I am fine. I didn't say or post anything because I didn't want to scare you." The fan laughs, and they take the selfie.

Another fan asks: "Dylan, who is that girl?" And she points at me. Oh, no. He looks at me, smiling. "She...she is my girlfriend." My eyes widen. He did not. All the fans start to freak out, but Dylan says: "Guys, please, I love you with all my heart, but you need to understand that I have a life too, and Olivia makes me so happy, and I don't want you to hate her, understand?" "Yes" They all reply, still a bit shocked.

"Why did you do that?" I ask when he finishes taking selfies with the fans. "They deserve to know the truth, and apparently, they accepted it."We get in the car that takes us to my house, and when we reach it, I ask Dylan: "Do you wanna come in?" He shakes his head. "I gotta go home, first to my family and then to my apartment; I have a lot of things to do, but I will text you as soon as I arrive, okay?" I nod, and I give him one last kiss.

When I enter the house, everyone hugs me, and they ask how it went with Dylan. "Well, let's say that a lot of things happened. Sit down because the tea is about to be spilled."