(finally oops)

    Leah's POV

7 Months Later

  And what a miserable seven months it's been.

  I thought I could do it. I would get over him just like the other guys before. But it wasn't happening.

  But he cheated on you?!

  You're really just gonna get back with him after he did that?!

The annoying voices in my head constantly repeated at me. But, if we're being honest, I was tired of every single one of them.

  I just wanted him. I couldn't live with out him. Now before you tell me how unbelievable I'm being or, how it's impossible for someone else to be a life source-

  But he is.

He always made my day, he was always sweet and caring. He was everything I could've asked for until that day.

  These past months, I've still been ignoring calls, deleting texts- even emails.

  Voicemails full of pleading and begging, and it gets to you.

  I groaned as I looked at my phone, which was taunting me at the end of this bed. Not necessarily my bed, I'd been staying with Daniel for the past months.

  I'd told him the day after it happened, I was leaving. I was going home and I was sorry Dylan ruined it, but I wasn't coming back.

  He'd insisted that just because Dylan screwed up, doesn't mean I have to cut off all my ties to the rest of the cast.

  Just- avoided him at all costs.

Daniel would always come home from events and say that Dylan had asked where I was and if I was okay.

  Maybe it was time I let him talk. Bury the hatchet. Water under the bridge.

  I sighed and leaned across the bed, snatching my phone up.

  I turned it on and went to messages, clicking the ever so full conversation of Dylan.

  I began typing..

    Hey. I'm up to talk now. If you want. I'll be at the coffee shop downtown at 12.

  I narrowed my eyes at the text, still not sending it. Should I? Was this the right thing to do?

  I had to. I slammed my thumb down on the send button, and almost immediately got the 'delivered' under it.

  I dropped my phone down on the bed, walking to my closet. I easily pulled out jeans and a long sleeve shirt, before throwing on a hoodie.

  I grabbed my phone again, still seeing no text. Well, I'm going anyways. Maybe he'd come later?

  I grabbed my wallet as I walked out the door, heading to the coffee shop.

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  I sipped at my coffee, staring out the window next to me. It was raining, and it seemed to happen as soon as I walked in, trapping me unless I wanted to get soaked while waiting for a taxi.

  I heard multiple dings while sitting, so now I wasn't even bothering to look. I just waited as I patiently finished my coffee. But being only 1/4 of the way through my coffee, this might be awhile.

  "Hey."

I snapped my head from the window, seeing the one and only Dylan standing at the end of the table.

  "Hey." I sighed, trying to give a soft smile but it felt more like a grimace.

  "Mind if I sit?" He asked, pointing at the chair next to me.

  I shook my head, turning in my chair to face him. He did the same, placing his own coffee on the table.

  As he did, I finally got a good look at him after not seeing him for so long. He had slight purple bags under his eyes, his hair was definitely a bit longer, and messily arranged. All around, he looked like he hadn't slept in ages.

  And I felt like I knew why.

"How are you?" He asked, turning to look at me straight in the eyes.

  "I've... Been okay. How about you?" I asked, giving a vague answer. I couldn't just say 'I've been awful and I didn't stop crying daily until last month.'.

  "I've been better." He slowly nodded. I awkwardly nodded as he did, turning my attention to my coffee.

  "So I'm starting, I guess." Dylan sighed, turning his whole body towards me.

  I looked up at him, taking a deep breath.

   Here we go.

"I'm sorry." He said first, almost making me laugh.

  "Just-" he sighed. "Let me finish."

I nodded, giving in and letting him have full attention.

  "I know, what I did was one of the... No, the biggest mistake of my life. But I can honestly say, and I hope you can trust me. Even though, you have every reason not to. It wasn't me. Me and her were just reading the script and she came on to me as soon as you walked in. Leah, I swear on my life I would never do that to you." He pleaded.

  "Dylan..." I chuckled. "I can't- you don't expect me to just believe you, do you?"

  "I don't." He sighed. "I really didn't. I just- I had to let you know. I can't live with you being mad at me. So, and I know it sounds stupid, but I can't live without you."

  His words struck my heart, making it clench when he repeated the words I had been trying to make myself forget.

  "I need you. And I especially realized this when you saw Shelley kiss me. But, I will goddamn promise you right here and right now, that nothing like that is ever happening again. Whether or not I'm even with you. Because I don't want to be with anyone but you. And that- scares the shit out of me." He breathed out.

  My eyebrows cinched as I took in all his words.

  "Why?" I asked.

"Because I know we won't be- us." He voice broke at the last word.

  "I never said that." I interjected.

His face perked up, looking at me hopefully.

  "So I have a second chance?"

"I never said that either." I sighed.

  Dylan's face dropped again, nodding as he looked down at his lap.

  "If what you're saying is the truth..." I winced. "Then, I might rethink how this goes."

  His eyes went wide as he nodded, he quickly slid his chair out from under him, crouching down on his knees. Which earned us crazy looks from the cashier and the business man in the other corner.

  "Dylan-" I hissed.

  "Leah, i don't care. I'm going to sit in my knees in front of you because that's how much I care. That's how much I want you back. That's how much I love you. So, until you believe me, I'm going to sit on my knees in front of you. I don't care how long I'm here, or how long you make me do this. I'll do it."

  My mouth was slightly dropped open, my cheeks red with embarrassment.

  "Okay, dyl. Just- get up." I whispered.

  "You- okay? Yes? You believe me?" He asked, a smile almost on his face.

  I nodded, and a huge smile broke on his face as he stood up. He pulled me up out of my chair and wrapped his arms around me.

  "Oh my god." He sighed "I love you. I love you. I love you."

  I giggled as he slightly lifted me up, and set me back down.

  "Yeah. This time you better mean it." I huffed.

  "Hey." He said, leaning back to face me. "I meant it the first time. That wasn't me. She kissed me, and you said you believed me."

  "I know." I smiled.

  "And for the record-" I added. "I can't live without you either. I. Was. A. Wreck." I chuckled.

  "Me too. I never want to go through that hell again." Dylan sighed.

  "You won't have to." I grinned.
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A/N:: oh my god that took forever. but I think I like how it ended? BTW, I have no thought in my mind that Dylan would ever cheat on anybody. he's too precious.

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