**warning: moaning and kissing**

Y/N POV

"Hey bff." I laugh into the phone. Dylan had called from filming today.

"Yeah. Hey, what's up?" He asked, giving light laugh. I shrugged, more to myself since he couldn't see.

"Nothing much. Same thing for the past week." I sighed. It's been pretty boring with out my friend Dylan.

Yeah. Friend. Not that I wouldn't love to be more, it's just he doesn't reciprocate the feelings. I think. Probably not.

"Ah, sucks. Did you get my gift?" He asked, hopeful. I got serious.

"Dyl, you shouldn't have gotten me anything. It's not even a holiday." I argued.

"No, I wanted to so get over it. So, you didn't get one? You might wanna hurry and check. It might get cold." He said.

"Why would it care if it's-" I almost finished. "Dyl. Did you get me a kitten? Cause if you did, I swear- I would love you forever." I joked, walking towards the door.

"Just open the door. And hurry." He huffed. I picked up my pace, grabbing the door handle and throwing the door open.

"Dyl, there's no-" I started to say until I looked up from the porch and at the person in front of me.

He was standing there. Live and in person.

"Dylan!" I screamed, dropping the phone to the carpet. I hopped into him, wrapping my legs around his waist as he held me up.

"Hey." He breathed into my neck. I squealed as I dropped down, pulling him into the house. He stripped off his winter coat, and shook out his hair.

"I'm not exactly a kitten but, I hope it's ok." He said, giving me his award-winning smile.

"This is even better." I smiled, still excited. I walked into my living room and sat on the couch, Dylan following.

"What brings you here, stranger?" I giggle. He shrugs.

"Just here to see my favorite person." He says nervously, leaning back into the couch.

"Aw so sweet." I laughed, tilting my head. He smiled and looked at his lap and back up to me.

"Seriously, though. You don't just fly back 6 hours just to see me." I joked, putting my feet under me to sit on them. I leaned on the couch, looking at Dylan.

"Well, sort of." He said, looking away.

"Well come on, buddie. Spit it out." I laugh, scooting a little closer.

A frown appeared on his face, as he kept looking at the wall in from of him.

He looked up at me, before asking. "Why do you call me that?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Um... well mostly because we're friends." I said, laughing a little.

"That's it? Just friends." He mumbled to himself, putting his head in his hands.

"Well, specifically best friends but maybe that was more retorical-"

I was interrupted by Dylan turning his head and smashing his lips to mine.

My eyes shot open before closing themselves, joining in. I let my lips run against his, putting my hands on his neck. His hands found their way to my face, holding it closer to his.

He leaned closer, causing my back to hit the couch cushion, to lay back. He crawled over me, put his hands next to my head to keep himself over me and not on me.

His head dipped down to my neck, kissing and biting. Leaving marks I'd probably see tomorrow.

I moaned in pleasure, putting my hands on his shoulder blades. His face lifted back up to mine, kissing my lips. His tongue ran over my bottom lip, gaining entrance.

My hands traveled to the nape of his neck, tugging on the long hairs. He moaned, before gasping and pulling away.

He quickly scrambled off, sitting back in his place.

"Uh- wow um. Im sorry. I really shouldn't have done that. Wow I'm an idiot." He groaned, shoving his face in his hands.

"Oh. Okay. Uh- if you really feel that bad after it..." I sighed, getting up. I wasn't gonna cry over this. He even said it was a mistake.

As much as I said I wouldn't, a couple tears dropped from my eyes. I sniffled and wiped them, entering the kitchen.

"Wait- no. That's not what I meant. Oh god, no. It's just-" He hurried, following me.

"It's fine. You don't- you don't have to explain yourself." I said, my voice breaking. More tears escaped and I wiped my eyes even harder.

"Yes I do. That's not what I meant." I heard him say, his feet hitting the tile of the kitchen.

"Then what is it, huh?!" I yelled, turning around. He took a step back, his eyes widening from shock.

"Is- is it you feel bad for me? Huh? You just kissed me cause you knew I was here alone, you knew how to mess with my feelings!" I shouted through sobs. I took a deep shakey breath.

"You knew it. You knew I liked you and did this as some sick joke! I don't know why... but you did it. You really came 6 hours just to do this." I sobbed. He walked even closer now.

"No." He said, his face completely serious. "I came 6 hours to do this."

He grabbed my face and smashed his lips to mine. I tried to back up but he held my face and my hips, holding me towards him.

"Come on." He mumbled against my lips. I shook my head a little, refusing to kiss back.

"Please." He whispered, his voice cracking. One of his tears had run down, hitting my cheek.

He broke the kiss, still holding me close.

"You just told me you liked me, why won't you kiss me." He whispered, shaking. I looked away from him, his crying face.

"Because you don't. Not really." I shook my head, trying to get out of his hold.

"Yes." He hurried. "Yes I do. For- for a long time now. Ever since I left for the first filming, ever since then because I knew I could never really do it. I knew because if we were really together I could never leave you. And I can't do it now. I can't leave you like this. Not again."

I looked back at him, slightly blurry. "Again?"

"I left last time with out telling you how I felt, I'm not doing it this time."

My eyes widened as I continued to get nervous.

"Ok? Ok, uh- first off, back there? On the couch. That- that was real. Every single second of it was me, just like now. Here in the kitchen. That was real. All real feelings. I really do like you. I always have; I always will, okay? So don't think for a second that- that I don't." He huffed out, all in one go.

I was shocked, my mouth hanging open. The tears had finally stopped, happiness was now the new emotion of the hour.

The guy I've had a crush on for the longest time just said he had too.

"Well, third times a charm. Right?" I smiled, before running and jumping on him. He smiled as he caught me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He put his hands on my butt, holding me up.

Our lips met for the third time and it still felt like the first. Just as passionate and just as amazing.

He walked to the counter, setting me on it and standing in between my legs.

I dropped my lips to his neck, leaving marks just like he'd done to me.

"Oh god y/n." He moaned, running his hands through my hair. I smirked, running my hands down his chest to tug at his t-shirt, which he pulled off.

My fingers trailed around his muscular chest, one that I'd only seen once whilst on a beach trip with him.

I retracted from him, pulling my shirt over my head as well, earning stares from him.

"Holy shi- who would've known." He mumbled to himself, still staring at my chest. I pulled his face back up and started kissing him again.

"I like you too." I whispered, causing him to grin like a child.

"Good. Cause I'm not leaving this."