Dear Dylan -part 1- Dylan O'Brien

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Dylan's POV

My heart is pounding. My hands are sweaty but I haven't been this happy in all my life.
This is the night I'll be proposing to my amazing girlfriend.

She's stood by my side through every obstacle like the lies in the magazines saying I'm cheating on her.

Of course I'm not cheating on her, she's the one. She's the one I want to marry. She's the one I want to make a family with. She's the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. She'll be my one and only forever.

And tonight I'm going to make it official.

I'm going to get down on one knee, with a rose in one hand and a ring in the other.

I can't wait to see the look on her face.

*ring ring* *ring ring* *ring ring* *ring ring* *ring ring* *ring ring*

I take out my phone from my back pocket and see that I have 13 miss calls from Y/N.

I've been missing her calls because I want this to be s surprise. I haven't talked to her in ages and I miss her so fucking much, but if I talk to her then I might give away the proposal. It's so hard not talking to her, but it'll be so worth it once I've seen the look on her face.

But tonight I can finally talk to her, and start our life together.

...-...

I've caught a cab to Y/N's and my house. We decided to get a place together once we figured it'll be easier with money, and she was almost always over 24/7 when I'm home from filming so it was best for both of us.

The car stops and I realize that I'm home. In less than a minute I'll be with my future wife.

I get out of the car and notice Y/N's car isn't in the drive way. It's probably parked in the shed, but she doesn't like parking in the shed because she finds it too narrow.

I shrug it off and quickly walk up the front steps.

Before I unlock the door I touch my left pocket and feel the small box. I then open my bag and see the three red roses.

I unlock the door and I notice the house is dark and the lights are off.

"Y/N? I'm hooome."

I get no response back. I leave my bag at the front door and walk around the house.

I notice a letter with my name on it.

My heart starts pounding and my hands get sweaty, but not for a good reason.

Why is there a letter? Is it from Y/N?

I quickly open it and what I read next makes my heart drop.

'Dear Dylan,

I know that we are having some struggles with our relationship.

I don't feel like you love me anymore, you don't make me feel special like you've done before and you aren't the man I fell in love with.

We never get to talk anymore, you are always away filming.

When I see you with Britt or Holland or Kaya. It breaks my heart because I know what the magazines say, I know what your fan want and I think it's better for you and me to give what your fans want.

They don't want me in your life.

And I feel like you don't want me in your life either.

No calls, no texts.

I try to call a million times and I get no answer.

I miss the Dylan I fell in love with.

I can't do it anymore.

I can't be the one you let out your frustration and anger on.

I'm here waiting for you to get home. And it's been hours since you were supposed to get off the plane and come home to me.

I wouldn't be surprised if you were cheating on me with Britt or Holland or Kaya.

I know that they are better looking, I know you can spend more time with them then you can with me.

Of course it will hurt to know that you've chosen another women over the one you said you wanted to marry in your future.

I just, I don't know what else we can do.

Dylan, I can't do this anymore.

I can't cry every night and pray that you are thinking of me as much as I'm thinking of you.

Being without you, not knowing if you're cheating on me, not knowing what you're doing, not knowing if you still love me anymore.

I can't do this.

I love you Dylan.

But I have to go.

I hope your life is better off without me. Maybe you will feel less guilty being with other girls now that I'm gone.

This will be the last time you'll ever hear from me.

I love you, and I always will.

Goodbye.'


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A/N Sorry this is so short, there will be a part two and I hope you enjoy 

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