Chapter Six

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He tried to pretend he didn’t hear her knocking. In fact he thought it’d worked then she knocked again. Finally reluctantly he pulled the door open just far enough so that he could lean against the doorframe and hold the door open with his foot. “What?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I, uh, just came to say I’m sorry.” She practically mumbled, his stare was unnerving and rather frightening.

“Well you said it.” He said with a shrug and went to turn and shut the door.

“Wait.” She reached forward to touch him.

He pushed her hands away, “Don’t…” He growled, “I’m sick of being a convenient fuck Dylan…I’m done…finished. It ends here.” He deliberately stepped away from her and slammed the door shut.

She was slightly more than shocked as she stumbled towards her room, “Shit, shit, shit.” She said as she entered room and threw her belongings on the bed. She flung herself after them and stared at the ceiling, “Just great Dylan go and fucking wreck perfection. Nice one.”

Deciding she needed a drink from the bar she changed into some comfortable jeans and hoodie. She was pocketing her key while she waited for the elevator and was taken aback when it opened to reveal a tired Orlando leaning against the railing with his eyes closed.

“Long day?” She asked as she stepped in and pushed the button for the lobby.

He opened his eyes slowly, “Something like that.” He looked at his watch then back at her, “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be on a date?”

She’d been numb till he’d said that. The tears came before she could stop them, still she put her hands up to her face in a vain effort to hide them, “I was, but I’m a moron and fucking wrecked it.”

Orlando made a split second decision and pressed the button for his floor instead of getting off the elevator when it opened to the lobby. Once the doors had closed he put a hand on her arm, “Do you want to talk about it?”

She looked at him an embarrassed colour in her cheeks, “You don’t have to listen to my woes Orli, I’m sure you have more important things to do.”

He smiled, “Actually I don’t. How about we order some drinks from room service and sit on my balcony discussing why you are crying instead of on your date?”

Thinking about it for a moment she finally nodded when the elevator doors opened again, “I suppose I can talk to you.”

He laughed, “Your confidence in me is overwhelming D.”

 

“Coming, coming!” Torrie called as the knocking on her door intensified.

“You’re not Billy.” Elijah said once she’d opened it.

She looked at him funny, “No I’m not. Where’s Dylan?”

He shrugged and knocked on the door next to hers, “Don’t know don’t care.” He muttered.

“What happened?” She was instantly curious and concerned.

Billy opened the door, “Hey mate what the hell are you doing here?” He asked.

Elijah looked over at Torrie, “Why don’t you ask Dylan cause I don’t have a fucking idea.” He then brushed passed Billy into the room.

Torrie eyed her cousin, “What’s going on?”

“I don’t have a bloody clue.” Billy shrugged looking over his shoulder into his room at Elijah’s back. “Best go find Dylan then.”

 

“Come on Dylan I know you’re in there!” Torrie called.

“Why is it I’m constantly finding you in front of Dylan’s door?” Dominic asked an arm up on the top of his door and a toothpick between his lips.

Torrie had to force herself to remember why she was there, how did he manage to look hot in jeans and a t-shirt? “I’m looking for her.” She managed to say.

He smirked and pulled the toothpick out of his mouth, “I gathered that and if I didn’t know better I’d think you were stalking her.”

Torrie laughed, “Now why would I be stalking her?”

“I don’t know, to get closer to me perhaps.” He suggested smiling at her slyly.

“Perhaps.” She teased the blush deepening.

He raised an eyebrow at her not actually expecting her to say that, “Well then I’d advise stalking the source.” He leaned forward, “Much quicker results.”

She gulped and took a step back trying to maintain her reason for being there, “I’ll have to take that into consideration. You wouldn’t by any chance know where Dylan is would you?”

“As far as I know she’s on a date, but considering your rather frantic need to see her I’m going to assume something happened that I need to hear about.” He pushed the door open further.

“I don’t know really, Elijah showed up at my room thinking it was Billy’s and he was incredibly pissed. I just came down here to see how Dylan is and now that she’s not here I’m worried she’s done something stupid.” She put a hand to her mouth realizing she’d said too much.

“Stupid like what?”

“I really don’t think I should say.”

He crossed his arms and leaned closer to her, “Okay I’m sure we can agree that those two are rather stupidly attracted to each other right?” She nodded but didn’t say anything else so he reached forward and took hold of her hand, “So I propose that we put our heads together and figure out how to get them to realise that they need each other.”

“Well I mean I guess since she’s not here…” Torrie was conceding allowing him to pull her gently into the room.

“Good to know my powers of persuasion work on you.” He joked.

She gulped again, “You really have no idea.” She muttered more to herself than anything.

He heard her but pretended he didn’t. Smiling at her back he followed her into his room and thought that maybe things were going to be interesting on this press tour for him as well.

 

Dylan stayed on the balcony when Orlando went to get the drinks. She didn’t need hotel staff wondering why she was in Elijah’s room most of the time and Orlando’s now. He handed her the drink she’d ordered and sat down beside her.

“So tell me. What’s wrong?” He asked kicking his feet up on the railing and taking a long drink.

She sipped hers once before answering, “I really don’t know everything’s all fucked up I couldn’t tell you which way is up at this point.”

Reaching over he took her hand and pointed one of her fingers skyward, “Well to start, that’s up.”

She chuckled lightly, “Thanks.”

“No troubles.” He let go of her hand and sat in silence with her for a moment letting her decide when to speak.

Finally she sighed, “I think I’m in love with him Orli.”

“You think?” He asked.

Swirling the ice in her cup she mumbled, “I know I’m in love with him.”

He smiled, “Well that’s a good thing isn’t it?”

“Not if he hates me.”

“Why would he hate you?”

“Rodney.” She shook her head and took another sip of her drink.

“Wait, who’s Rodney?”

“My ex.”

“I still don’t follow.”

“He showed up at the restaurant tonight.” She explained.

“Ah.” He understood a bit better now, “This is an important ex then?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged, “I thought he was my world at one point.”

“Turns out he wasn’t?” He asked.

“Not at all.” She agreed, “…but I was just so excited to see his buddy and then they got me all caught up in reminiscing…” She trailed off.

“That you momentarily forgot that Lij was there.” Orlando finished off for her,

She groaned and ran a hand over her face, “I’m on a date with him and we end up sitting with one of my exes and I forget he’s there…I’m a fucking moron.”

“Well I wouldn’t call that the brightest move.”

Dylan put her drink down and hugged her knees up to her chest, tears fell down her face, “Now can you see why he’d hate me?”

Leaning closer to her Orlando put an arm around her, “He doesn’t hate you D.”

“How do you know?” She asked softly laying her head on his shoulder.

“Cause if he hated you he wouldn’t waste his time being pissed at you. Give him time, he’ll come around.”

Sitting up and running the sleeve of her hoodie over her face Dylan lay her head on her knees and regarded Orlando for a moment, “How do you know so much about shit like this?” She asked.

He smiled at her, “I don’t know a lot about shit like this, but I do know Lij. He doesn’t get angry, ever. So if he’s angry he’s deeply attached I’m sure of it.”

“Thanks Orli.” She sighed.

He patted her arm, “Anytime D.”

 

Torrie bit on her lip and watched Dom move through the room; he opened the window then reached into his mini bar for a couple drinks. He passed it to her as he sat next to her on the small loveseat. “So what aren’t you telling me?” He asked.

She cleared her throat, “About what?”

He looked over at her with a strange expression, “About Dylan and Elwood, you know…the reason you were banging on Dylan’s door.” He smiled.

“Oh, uh, right that.” She looked around the room trying to get her bearings, “I thought she may have gone to see an ex-boyfriend.”

“Why would you think that?”

“An ex of hers called the other day and she contemplated getting hold of him.” Torrie explained finally able to look at him again, “Then Elijah asked her on the date and she forgot all about Rodney.”

“So then now you think it’s probably not the Rodney bloke then?”

“I don’t know, it was something, Elijah looked ready to punch something and I’ve never seen him like that. I wasn’t aware he could GET angry till tonight.”

“Yeah he’s pretty happy all the time.”

“Dylan seems to bring out strange emotions in him.” Torrie lamented as she finished off her drink. She pulled herself closer to the corner of the sofa and tried not to breathe in the cologne he was wearing.

“Speaking of strange emotions why are you doing that?”

“D-doing? Doing what?” She looked around the room again.

“That.” He pointed, “Not looking at me and shrinking away from me. Do you fancy me then?”

She continued to look away from him, “Wow that was blunt.”

“Well?” He prodded with a smile. “Do you?” He put a finger under her chin and turned it to face him.

“So what if I do.” She finally conceded.

He leaned in closer to her face; “For starters it would make my fancying you a lot easier to deal with.”

She stared at him with a shocked expression, “I’m sorry what.”

“Don’t look so shocked Tor…” His lips were brushing hers, “You stick round in a lad’s head.”

“I-I do?” She was slowly leaning into him having momentarily lost control of her body’s reactions.

“Yup…” He was so close she could see every speck of colour in his eyes, “You wouldn’t mind if I kissed you then?” He finally asked with a smirk.

She shook her head, “Not at all.” She managed to say before he silenced her with his mouth. Dylan and Elijah’s problem seemed a distant thought at that moment.

 

“If you’re going to be pacing in my room the least you could do is enlighten me with what the hell is going on.” Billy watched Elijah walked back and forth in front of his window.

“She can’t make up her mind to save her life.” He finally said.

“All women are like that mate.”

“One minute she acts like I’m the only guy in the world, the next she doesn’t remember I’m in the fucking room.” He continued like Billy hadn’t even spoken.

He eyed Elijah for a second, “I’m gonna assume there is a beginning and you’re going to have to go there before I understand what’s going on.”

So Elijah relayed the evening from the moment he picked her up till he got up and left the restaurant, “She didn’t even notice I left.”

“I doubt that…”

“How can you doubt that?”

“Based on the information you’ve given me.”

“Quit fucking with my head Billy!”

“Relax already she was at your door rather quickly for someone who didn’t notice you leave. That’s all I meant” Billy explained. “She probably didn’t want to cause a scene.”

“I don’t even care about that. She fucking mooned all over that Rodney guy and didn’t even notice I was THERE!” Elijah reiterated, “We’re on a fucking date and she totally forgets I’m there.”

“I can’t explain that cause in case you haven’t noticed I’m not her.” Billy commented.

“I don’t want to talk to her.”

“This is stuff you should be discussing with Dylan not me Lij.”

“Fuck Billy, I don’t want to fucking see her let alone talk to her.” Elijah seethed.

Regarding his friend Billy inhaled, “I’ve never seen you this worked up over anything Lij, are you sure you aren’t in love with her?”

Finally stopping his pacing and slumping himself into a nearby chair Elijah sighed, “Why do you think this is pissing me off so much?”

“Have you told her any of this?”

“Well no, but how can I when she’s chatting up some old boyfriend?”

“Ah okay so you were hoping this date would turn into something more official?” Billy prodded.

“Yeah and yet again I’m given the fucking shaft. I swear I gotta be defective or something.” He fingered a ring that he still wore on his right hand engraved with the saying ‘If not now, when’ in German. It constantly reminded him that he hadn’t been enough for that person. Maybe this was another time; maybe he wasn’t enough for Dylan.

 

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