**if you know what movie im talking about, you know the original otp. i mean, that movie is adorbable**

Y/N POV

I felt the wind blow through my hair as I stood outside of the club, taking a breather from the mass of people dancing inside. The cool air chilled the beads of sweat on my forehead, getting rid of them.

My phone beeped with a notification, making me pull it out of my clutch. I read the banner, seeing a text from my friend.

Bestie: Get back in here! miss u

I groaned, not looking forward to the claustrophobia again. Nonetheless, I spun around and reached for the handle, but the door began to open. Last second, I felt pain all over my face as I began to topple over. I let out a small squeal as my ass hit the asphalt.

"Oh- my god!" A guy gasped, and I felt hand gently hold the sides of my face.

"I'm.. I'm so sorry!" He apologized. I huffed, holding my own hand to my head.

"No, no. It's not like you just hit me with a door." I rolled my eyes. I let out a breath and looked up, recognition hitting me. He looked familiar.

"Hey, you're-"

His eyes widened and his hands moved over my mouth, silencing me.

"I'll give you $3000 if you don't say my name." He bribed. I cinched my eyebrows, confused.

"Why the hell would I want your money." I groaned, trying to stand up. Dylan gave me a confused look, helping me stand up.

"You obviously need help." He mumbled to himself, walking me over somewhere.

"What is this?" A new voice said, sounding extremely confused.

"I may have accidentally hit her with the door." Dylan sighed, making the new voice slightly chuckle.

"Wow, you have zero game, don't you?"

"Oh, shut up, Pose. Help her into the car." Dylan scoffed, letting new hands guide me to a car. I was sat into the passenger seat, and Dylan's handed reached for my seat belt.

"Okay. Keys." He asked, holding his hand out. Pulling them out, I placed them in his hands, just for them to be given to his friend.

"Get her friend home. I'm getting-" He trailed off, looking to me.

"Y/N." I stated. Dylan nodded.

"I'm getting Y/N to a doctor."

"I don't feel good." I groaned, feeling lightheaded. Both of them widened their eyes, as his friend shut the door closed quickly.

"Okay, okay. Please don't throw up." Dylan pleaded.

"I-..." I breathed out, until I shut my eyes slowly, passing out.

•

  "Follow the flashlight." The doctor spoke in a monotone, moving the light. I watched it as it went from left to right, shining in both of my eyes.

   "So, no signs of head trauma or memory loss." The doctor nodded, and Dylan popped out from behind the blue separation curtains.

  "So she's okay? She's okay, right?" Dylan asked, raising an eyebrow.

  "I don't know, she did see your face." The doctor scoffed. I furrowed my eyebrows at their banter.

   "You know him?" I asked.

"He's my sisters husband." Dylan shrugged, just as the doctor smiled.

   "Well Dylan, all done. She's fine. You can take her home now." The doctor nodded.

  "Now I just need an incognito trip to her house." Dylan sighed.

  "That might be kind of hard with the group of paparazzi in the waiting room." The doctor nodded, making Dylan groan.

  "Are you serious?" He said and the doctor nodded.

   "What are you driving?" Dylan asked.

   "Nothing you'd be interested in."

  "Oh come on."

  "No."

Dylan lifted his car keys, wiggling them.

   "This deal only happens once."

  The doctor looked at him with wide eyes, then back to the expensive keys.
 
      "Deal."

•

   I winced as the car made a sketchy noise, just as Dylan did.

   "Is this car safe?" I scoffed, holding the ice pack to my head.

  "Yes. I'm- pretty sure." Dylan shrugged, just as the car made another noise.

   "No, no. We're going to crash and die!" I nodded.

  "Oh, would you stop it! We're fine!" Dylan yelled.

  "We're not fine!" I yelled, throwing my ice pack at him.

  "Hey!" He yelled, flinching. He looked from the ice pack to me with a crazy look.

   "What was that for?"

"It's the least I could do after you hit me with a door." I scoffed.

  Dylan rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Where do you live?"

  "Turn here." I quickly said, pointing at a road sign. Dylan widened his eyes and the tires squealed at the sudden turn.

  I was casually looking at the window, until Dylan groaned and hit the steering wheel. He glanced back, making me curious. I looked back as well, seeing two black vans following us.

  "Are those- paparazzi?" I asked. Dylan sighed and nodded.

  "Turn here." I said again. Dylan looked at the light and made the turn. I looked back to see the paparazzi had caught the red light.

   "And it's house number 247." I said. Dylan turned up the driveway and put it in park.

   "So, are we done now?" I asked, putting my hand on the handle.

  "No, wait. Y/N." A hand grabbed my shoulder and I turned to see Dylan.

  "Just- I'm sorry." He said, before looking straight into my eyes. He did this thing where he made his eyes gleam and a smirk slash smile come upon his lips.

  "Okay, night." I said, getting out.

"Oh- okay. Bye, I guess." Dylan awkwardly said, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him carefully watch me as I walked into my house.

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