N.Y.L.A. // Dylan O’Brien Imagine
Warnings: some fluff but lots of angst, swearing, fem!reader
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
AN: So this is based off the song NYLA by Blackbear and I just had to write a fic with the story like based in the lyrics. This is also two parts and i’ll have the second part up hopefully soon! ALSO THANK YOU @minhosmeanhoe FOR HELPING ME EDIT THIS FIC HOPE YOU GUY LIKE IT!
(Y/N) walked around the silent and cold apartment she had been living in for the last couple of weeks. It was barren of him, it was barren of Dylan. The last couple weeks in New York was miserable without his presence, but it was his fault why she was this way. Her phone buzzed and she saw it was Holland just texting her like normal and then she saw a text and her heart clenched. It was a text from Dylan…well the first one in weeks since she left.
She stopped talking to him that night, only sending one text of her leaving and then radio silence. She non stopped worked just trying to get through what happened and she would hurt but he caused that. Only if he listened to her and didn’t get so angry about the situation.
She looked out the window of her apartment, seeing the large skyline she fell in love with and thought about that night when she got that call, and how her relationship of three years came crumbling down.
(Y/N) was waiting for Dylan to come home from his long day at work on the teen wolf set, as she just had got off work an hour before he even got home. She was flipping through Netflix until she heard the loud click of the lock turn and she immediately jumped on her feet. Dylan opened the door with his signature smirk and SnapBack. She immediately ran to him and snaked her arms around his waist. He dropped the groceries in his hands and wrapped his arms around her as she gave him a soft kiss.
“Hey baby girl…” he mumbled as he buried his head in her hair. She hadn’t seen Dylan for two weeks due to shooting, he had been home but he was always gone before she woke up and got home always after one in the morning.
“I missed you…” She said pulling away and giving him a big smile and picking up the groceries he bought surprisingly.
“You bought actual groceries? I just bought some last week-” She was interrupted quickly by the lips of her boyfriend, his scruff scratching against her face.
“Yeah I know. Just since I’ve been barely able to see you due to it being the last season of Teen Wolf and all, I thought I could make my favorite girl her favorite dinner.” He smirked and her eyes lit up.
“God Dylan, you make me fall in love with you more and more.” she walked over to the fridge and put the contents away, only to see cracked eggs in the bag and the sticky contents almost ruining all the food.
“Hey babe, I think you cracked the eggs when you dropped the bags…” she laughed as he walked back from the bedroom and let out an exasperated sigh.
“Shit! Sorry…i-I’ll go back to the store and get some more..” he looked at her exhausted and she shook her head, cleaning up the mess.
“Nope…your not because I’m going to order takeout and you’re going to relax. You’re stressed out and it’s the thought that counts…” she smiled and picked up her phone.
He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, laying his chin on her shoulder.
“What would I do without you?” He chuckled and kissed her neck softly, nipping at the skin, which she left out a soft moan.
It was suppose to be a nice, relaxing night with Dylan, only if it could be that. If only that call couldn’t have happened that night, she could of been back in LA with him, not having their last moments the worst fight ever in their relationship.
She saw her phone go off in messages again, she grabbed it seeing Dylan’s face was and turned it off. She stared out the window just thinking of the rest of that night.
After two boxes of pizza, a couple of beers, and a whole Walking Dead season marathon, (Y/N) started to doze off in Dylan’s arms.
She awoke to the sound of her phone going off and she went to silence it, seeing Dylan was on the verge of passing out.
She slowly got out his arms and looked to see the number was from the higher authority of her work.
“Hello?” Her voice rang out in the silent apartment, walking away from the loud sounds of gunshots from the tv ringing out.
“Hello, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) right?” A monotone voice of her boss came out of the phone.
“Yes? How I can I help you?” She muttered, wiping away the traces of sleep in her eyes.
“Well, we have an promotion for you, since you have been working at (Y/C/N) for so long in your position.
She eyes widen and stopped her pacing in the hallway.. "A promotion…I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything, your numbers have been phenomenal and the clients love you. So we have decided to transfer you to our New York office for training…we will have a place for you to stay and it will be for only three months..”
Her smile dropped. Three months? Three months! How would she tell Dylan? “Excuse me…but if I don’t agree with the terms of the promotion…would I still be able to keep my old job?” Her voice cracked slightly in the receiver.
“Of course, just that this is a one time offer and can really help you move to your goal in work. Also it’s double the pay you make and after the three months you would be transferred back to the LA office, when your position will be open.” The woman spoke to her sweetly.
“We can give you a week to decide on what you want, but personally (Y/N), I would take this. This could help you with your career greatly..” The woman’s voice was sickly sweet now and she just wanted the call to be over.
“Yes, I understand…I-I’ll get back to you soon as I can..” and quickly ended the call. (Y/N)’s body hit the wall behind her and she slid down it, her head trying to wrap about the decision she had to make.
“Baby girl? Who was that?” Dylan’s deep, sleepy voice filling the silent hallway. .
She took a deep breath in and looked up at him.
“It was work…m-my executive boss called me. Offered me a promotion-” my shaky voice was cut off by his.
“Baby girl, that’s great!” He said sitting next to her and kissing her softly. She pulled away quickly and he looked at her face, his beautiful smile fell quickly. “Baby girl, what’s wrong?”
“If I take the promotion…It doubles my pay, gets me higher up to where I want to be…but I have to t-transfer to New York for three months…” She whispered the last part because she was scared of what he was going to say.
“What did you say? The last part?” He looked confused and she swallowed the anxiety stuck in her throat.
“They want me to transfer to the New York office for three months.” She looked away from his face after her said it, not knowing if he would be angry or not.
“What?” He spoke very angry and clenched his fists.
“They want me to-”
“I know what they said (Y/N).” He cut her off rather aggressively. “Why New York? Why not here?”
“It has a lot of opportunities for me…for my career, Dylan.” She stood up and crossed her arms to look at him.
“What about us? What about me? I just have two more weeks and-” he said getting up but she cut him off.
“Dylan this is about me for once! I don’t always want to be hiding in your shadow as Dylan O'Brien’s girlfriend! You’ve been gone for months filming, why is this any different?” She yelled at him, his eyes looking at her with rage and walked towards her and her back pressed against the wall.
“It’s different because you actually have a choice! I’m forced to go away for my job, but you have a god damn choice, I don’t! ” He spat in her face, she looked up at him terrified. In the three years they dated they never fought this bad. “And I’m so sorry it’s such a fucking pain in the ass to be "Dylan O'Brien’s girlfriend”! I mean, it must really suck to have to go to all of the fancy parties and red carpet events or be treated like fucking royalty wherever you are! If you really don’t want to hide in my shadow, just take the damn promotion and leave!“
"D-Dylan…stop you are overthinking this!” She stuttered and put her hand out on his chest.
“Just get out.” He sighed, fighting back his own tears as her eyes widened in response.
“Go.” Dylan spoke a little louder, slightly frightening her with his harsh tone.
“I hate you.” She muttered as tears starting to fall down her cheeks, and grabbed her keys and ran to her car, not even bothering to look back at him. She heard glass break as she slammed the door. She got in her car and drove straight to Holland’s, trying to wipe away all the tears that were blurring her vision..
Holland let (Y/N) in without asking about the situation, knowing it must of been bad and went over to pack her stuff so she didn’t have to the next day. (Y/N) called her executive boss to accept the promotion and she had a flight in a couple of days.
She got no calls, no texts, nothing from him. What did she expect? For him to come down in the pouring rain and sing her a song to get her back. No, that wasn’t how life worked.
She texted him once saying she was leaving on a certain day. For days she would just cry in bed because she didn’t know what she did wrong, but she knew what she said that night was just as bad as what he said.
Next thing she knew, Holland was driving her to the airport and she said goodbye. She thought she saw his shaggy brown hair and scruff in the check-in but she was too far in security to see exactly who it was.
(Y/N) finally let go of breath she was holding and checked her phone.. She saw a long text from him, and her heart tightened, just hoping this something to fix this all. She read it over and couldn’t believe what she was reading, it wasn’t an apology but song lyrics from a song they listened to in the car on the long car trips they took.
You’re in New York
I’m in L.A.
I drive to work
You take the train
My heart it burns (yes it burns, yes it burns)
We’re oceans away
I’ll be asleep at the time you’re awake (by the time you’re awake)
I know that you’re hurt
I know I’m to blame
But I’ll make it work
I’ll make you stay
Until that day I’m one plane ride away
From New York to L.A.
She put down the phone and let a tear out. She picked up her phone and quickly dialed the number she had ingrained in her head. Then she heard him pick up and her breath hitched when she heard the broken voice and her walls broke down when he said those words.
“(Y/N), I-I’m so sorry.”