It has always been you

What is wrong with me?

I stare for a few moments, trying to collect my thoughts, but my head is spinning. No... the world is spinning. I start laughing. uncontrollably laughing, and lean against the club wall to keep myself steady. I look up. Dean. He's so good looking. That long, thick dark hair I could just grab. Those perfect plump lips. I focus a little more, noting the expression on his face. He's smirking. Wait, what? Why is he smirking at me. I thought he'd be angry. I'm so confused. A million thoughts are racing through my mind, only broken by the sound of his voice.

"You enjoying yourself?" he smirks. 

"I want pizza". What? of all the thoughts racing around in my mind right now, that's what I say? after not seeing him for weeks. He's here. Why is he here? I start laughing again. Dean wraps a strong arm around my waist and pulls me to his side. 

"Well... lets get you fed" he grins. "The hotel I'm staying in has 24 hour room service". 

I'm about to leave with him...

"Wait!" Dean looks at me, impatiently. "Ava". He looks confused. "I can't leave her".

"She'll be fine"

"Well... I need to tell her I'm leaving!"

I head back inside, Dean following behind me. I scan the club and find Ava still at the bar with two guys. Dean instantly tenses when he spots the guy she's hitting on, also has a friend. The clubs started emptying now and there aren't many people left. Ava looks over and spots dean behind me and gives me an awkward look. One like you'd give your friend when she's in trouble with her dad. She slides from her bar stool and grabs my arm leading me away from Dean. 

"Are you sure you want to go with him? He's not forcing or pressuring you? I know how he can be. All the messages and obsessing... I'm worried." I roll my eyes. She's never really liked Dean, not for me anyway.

"Honestly its fine. I'll call you tomorrow. Message me when you get home".

We hug, and I turn around and head back towards Dean. He leads me out the club and into a waiting uber. The cab ride isn't long, and we pull up outside a very fancy looking hotel. We walk through the grand lobby. The hotel is silent and there's no one around except a receptionist at the front desk. we head towards the elevator, up to the luxurious suite that Deans staying in. 

We head through a large living area and I sit down on the luxurious couch, instantly unbuckling my shoes. as I lie back, there's a knock at the door. Dean answers it, and walks back a few moments later with a large pizza box. 

He ordered pizza to our room? When? He nods over to the adjoining room and I follow like an excited puppy. The master bedroom has a large kingsized bed, covered with gold cotton sheets and cushions and a large plasma TV mounted on the wall. Dean turns the TV on and I sit on the bed and open the pizza. My dress feels itchy. I pull the dress over my head and thrown it on the floor before taking a slice of the meaty pizza and sit back on the bed. Dean lets out a deep breath and I look over to him. 

"Pizza?" I ask, with my mouth still full.

He chuckles lightly. "I'm good. Thanks." I shrug and continue my feast whilst we sit in comfortable silence watching old re-runs of two and a half men. I finish my pizza, and turn off the lamp on the bedside table. I think I fell asleep not long after, because when I woke up, my head was pounding. 

I roll over and groan.

"Goodmorning sleepy"

Fuck.

I open my eyes to see Dean heading out of the shower, skin glistening, curly hair loose and damp at his shoulders, wearing nothing but a towel. My heart begins to race, and I feel myself dampen. Oh. 

"Theres Tylanol and a glass of water at the side of you." I sit up and pop two tablets in my mouth and chase them with a large gulp of water. "So... last night was... eventful".

Oh s**t. What did I do.

He must have noticed the look on my face because Dean grinned. His beautiful, perfect, cheesy grin. Dimples at the corner of his mouth.

"We didn't f**k. If that's what you were thinking? You were far too drunk. You could barely stand when you left the club" 

I nod. I feel myself blushing. I'm not usually a party-girl, but every now and then, I like a blowout. One random night just to let loose. But when I do, well... I could near as damn do anything, and I'm not always guaranteed to remember. 

Dean heads over and comes to sit on the edge of the bed, still dripping with water from his shower.

"So..." he begins.

"So."

"You had fun? Not just last night. I mean, while you've been gone." I nod. "The pack are worried about you. Its not like you to just head off, switch off your phone, not be so obsessed with work. I'm worried about you. Is this my fault? I hurt you. I know. But I always thought we could work through whatever was going on. We always have. Did I push you too far this time? Is this it? for good I mean. Are you ever coming back?"

"Dean..." I smile and place my hand sympathetically on his arm.

"Me leaving isn't your fault. It was time. I needed a break. I needed time on my own to just take care of myself and not have to worry about other people. You just gave me a shove in the direction that I needed". 

"Are you ever coming back?" He chokes out. I hear the fear in his voice.

I nod.

"When?"

"I don't know exactly. But i'll be back for the Lykaia."

"The Lykia?" he grins.

"Yes" I smile back.

"That's next week!"

"It is".