Neighbours

                                    

                                          
You had just moved into a new bachelor apartment in LA with your cat Snuggles. You were so busy listening to music and moving boxes into your apartment that you bumped into someone. Whoever you had bumped into seems extremely muscular because that shit hurt. You finally looked up to see a really hot guy holding a few grocery bags looking at you. 
                          
"I'm sorry!" You both said at the same time. 
                          
"Sorry, it's my fault I wasn't paying attention." You exclaimed as you pointed to your earphones.
                          
"It's fine do you need any help moving?" The hot guy asked as he pointed to all your boxes. Suddenly you felt self conscious of what you were wearing. Old yoga pants and a sports bra. 
                          
"No, I'm fine, thanks. I'm Y/N which apartment do you live in."
                          
"I'm Dylan I live in 205." Godamn you lived in 206.
                          
"Looks like we're going to be neighbours." You laughed. Dylan and you made small talk for a few more minutes before going into your respective apartments. 
                          
The next few weeks you saw Dylan quite a bit. He came home at the same time as you most days and you looked forward to the end of work so that you could him. Some times when you saw each other you would talk for a few minutes and sometimes more of then an hour. A few times you even went over to his apartment for dinner. You guys had become friends. And you began to develop a little crush on him. Even your cat liked him, which was great in your opinion. It was nice to have someone to talk to who was your age.
                          
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You were home alone(as usual) eating ice cream, drinking wine and blasting Taylor swift. You were singing very badly and very loud. Currently you were wearing a pair of boxers and a graphic t-shirt with a stupid pun. You were on your sixth glass of wine and were very tipsy. You weren't expecting to get a knock on your door. 
                          
You opened the door and there was Dylan, wearing striped pyjama pants and no shirt on. "Y/n, are you okay it sounds like something bad was happening and you were blasting your music really loudly."
                          
"Oh Dylan, you didn't have to worry about me, that was just my singing. What else is a lonely 25 year old supposed to do on a Sunday night." You slurred. Yeah you were drunk.
                          
"Okay so your a little tipsy. Why don't I help you to bed." Dylan asked softly, like you were a little kid.
                          
"You can take me to bed anytime. I've been waiting weeks for you to ask me." You proclaimed. Dylan smirked he was trying hard not to laugh.
                          
"Not like that. How about we just turn down the music. I think your cat is kind of scared." You nodded as he turned down your speaker and took your hand. He laid you down on the bed and put the covers over you. 
                          
"Can you stay." You mumbled. Dylan didn't say anything as he got into bed with you, letting you rest your head on his chest.
                          
When your woke up in the morning it was a complete shock to see Dylan asleep next to you. What happened? Your head hurt and your throat felt extremely dry. Dylan's arm was securely wrapped around you. Looking around your room was the worst feeling of all. There were bras and underwear all around you room as well as many other embarrassing things. Had Dylan really seen all of this? How embarrassing. But it was really nice of him to stay with you even though you couldn't remember last night very well.  You got up to fine some Advil. While you were in your kitchen Dylan came out of your bedroom, looking very groggy. 
                          
"Good morning." You said. Trying not to look at Dylan's six pack.
                          
"Good morning. Last night was interesting." Dylan said with a smirk. 
                          
"Why? What embarrassing thing did I say this time?"
                          
"Well someone told me that they were waiting weeks for me to take them to bed." Your face turned bright red. 
                          
"Dylan I was Dr-" Dylan cut you off by saying, "don't worry I have been waiting weeks too."
                          
He came up to you and gently kissed you on the lips. It took you a few seconds to actually process that he liked you back before you fully got into the kiss. He was the best neighbour a girl could have. 
                          
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