Who Are You Now (Dylan O Brien Fanfic)

Chapter 19

Charlotte's POV

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I yelled in Scarlett's face. The disgust I felt filled my body until I almost exploded with anger.

"Go. Sit in there. I'm calling Dyl." I snapped, pointing to the living room door.

She mouthed a quick thankyou and hurried into the room. Despite it being Dylan's side bitch sat in there, she was pregnant so I gave her some water and toast and sat in the living room with her, willing Dylan to pick up. When he finally did, he sounded shattered.

"What's the matter gorgeous?" He asked in his sleepy voice which gave me butterflies every single time.

"Scarlett." I stated.

"Oh.' He remarked back. "What now?"

"What now!?" I shouted, "She's pregnant what now. Here." I yelled, passing her the phone. 

'Dylan.' She whispered shakily. 'I don't know, I didn't know where else to go I thought you might be here. What? Of course, no I don't want to terminate. No, you're going to help me get through this. You're the one that knocked me up...you're a selfish prick Dylan. No, stop blaming me-you're so...ugh. Fuck you.' She handed me the phone back and I sloped off into the kitchen.

'I don't know what to say to you Charlie baby.

'I want to know what the fuck she's doing here. I'm being nice but there's only so much I can do.' 

Not 30 seconds later, she appeared in the doorway. 'I never should have come.' She mumbled. 

'Yeah no shit.' I snapped back. She headed towards the front door and she left.

'I better never see her again Dylan. And do you know something else. I better never see you again either.' 

Enraged, I stormed up the stairs into our bedroom. I started to shove his things into bags, throwing them sloppily out of the bedroom. Some of them tumbled down the stairs, I smiled as I imagined some of them to be her body, just flopping right down my stairs and then boom into the wall at the bottom. I let out a quiet snort and threw another bag. I heard the front door close and then a near silent 'fucks sake.' Dylan was home.

I headed to the top of the stairs, Dylan was stood at the bottom.

'I suppose I should just take these then,' He whispered, I nodded and pointed at the door. 

'You know, this wasn't meant to happen C, I love you but you obviously don't love me anymore. You are my sun, my moon and all of my stars but to you, I seem to be a mere rock. You are wonderful and you are brave but I've fucked up my millionth chance. I'm not going to have anything to do with her, or her baby because I won't love it. I don't love her, I'd be a shit dad anyway.' He paused for a breath, several tears drowned his face and he quickly wiped them away. He readjusted his stance, regaining his strength and said gently 'I love you C, more than anything. I hope you find someone who can love you in a way that I simply couldn't. I'll get better, you'll see.' Standing vulnerably at the top of the stairs, I stuck to my guns and pointed at the door. Dylan nodded gently and walked out of the house and out of my life. Forever. 

A/N well, to say this has been a long time coming would be an understatement. I had a nap earlier and I came up with a way to keep this story going. I started writing and planning for this story when i was 16, I'm 19 now and what a journey this has been. I hope that some readers who have been there since the beginning still enjoy this story and I'm sorry that this is short but I'm hoping that now I've left school I'll get back into this. I'm in love with the characters in this story and I'm in love with my new ideas, they may not seem realistic but I'm going to try and incorporate them in a way which may be just right.

-Beth x