"A mini homecoming party?" Ellie chuckled, shaking her head. She looked around and smiled at the trees around them, running fingers through her hair. "It's cool, though."

Dylan smirked at her, getting his hands out of his pockets. "Um, you just wait here." He walked away as Ellie nodded, closing his eyes and taking in a shaky breath as soon as he turned his back to her. He was way too excited about this, and although so far everything had been well, he was scared of something going wrong.

He felt her eyes on him on his way to the speakers, though trying to tell himself everything was going to be alright. He sounded like some cheesy douche, and he was actually quite sure Ellie thought the same. Moreover, with each passed moment he realized more that Ellie was maybe the same as through texts, but he didn't really know if she was cheesy or not – he didn't know so much about her.

Basically, this all could just be a complete waste of time. He didn't even know how to comprehend her reaction to his 'surprise', not being able to tell if it was positive or negative.

It seemed to all time of the world had passed in those short two seconds he needed to walk over to the speakers, the air filled with silence bugging him. He took his phone from his pocket and connected it to the speakers with wires, before scrolling down his iTunes music list. He was looking for one song he had planned out everything with, and when he couldn't find it he was a little panicking.

"Everything okay?" He heard Ellie's voice, a little bit higher than usual, with a note of concern. He was probably looking like an idiot, scrolling up and down with his thumb, being unable to find the fucking song.

"Yeah, yeah..." he replied, trying to keep cool, but he couldn't help but notice his voice sounded a little distant. His palms were sweating, all because he couldn't find the song – but it couldn't just disappear, he downloaded it, legally. It just couldn't.

"Fuck." A swear word escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He just needed to calm down, and that's all.

Before he could even try searching for the song again – calmer this time – he heard footsteps behind him, and a moment later Ellie appeared beside him. "Okay, what's wrong? You don't usually swear."

Dylan only shook his head in response, smiling. His thumb touched the phone screen again, and the letters he was looking for appeared on the screen, and he let out a relieved sigh. Clicking the song he looked up at Ellie. "I will ask you two step two feet to your left and one back."

The blonde raised one eyebrow at him, but moved nonetheless, excitement and curiosity in her eyes. She chuckled, walking backwards and almost tripping over her own feet. "I have no bloody idea what you're doing, but hell do I like it."

"Bloody?" Dylan asked, laughing.

"Eh." Ellie shrugged, sticking her tongue out at him. "I'm British in heart."

"Why don't you be that Canadian Eleanor Rose Oswald and have a dance with me?"

The song didn't start playing yet – he had set a timer, and it was about to begin every second. He was basically trying to be a gentleman, but he was seriously failing, seeing Ellie was laughing at him. That was why he silently thanked his lucky stars when she stretched her hand in his direction, grinning widely.

"I might not be that Canadian Eleanor Rose Oswald," the blonde said with a strong London accent, "but I shall have a dance with you, sir."

A laugh escaped her lips, and in that moment, Dylan couldn't be more grateful for everything that had happened in his life up to this point. Every single time he had skipped school to go filming, or every time he had gotten hurt on set, everything was paying off now, in this little laugh. Everything led here, and his place was with her. It was the way things were supposed to be.

He walked over to the blonde, taking her small hand in his and putting it around his neck. He, on the other hand, wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled closer, close enough for their bodies to touch. A rush of warmth spread through his body, and he smiled at her. The lazy first tones of the song started blasting through the speakers, and Dylan – pretty awkwardly, but he wouldn't admit that to himself in that moment – started swinging weight from one leg to another in the rhythm.

"What's the song?" Ellie asked, looking at him with a small, reserved smile on her face.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed – the first lyrics followed the music, and Ellie's smile grew bigger. "Fix You? Seriously?"

But Dylan only shook his head, letting out a 'shh' sound. He didn't want her to ruin the perfect moment, although he knew that was practically impossible. Now when the dance had become some sort of a normal thing to him, moving across the ground was much easier, and it felt way too natural than it was supposed to feel. He even found himself whispering the lyrics into Ellie's ear, as her head lay on his shoulder.

She was so damn cute. Everything about her was cute. It wasn't like she was perfect, but somehow all her flaws seemed like they were supposed to be, they made her who she is now. She knew that she was pretty, but she wasn't one of those girls who wanted people to keep saying that, nor was she one of those who rubbed the fact off your nose. She'd never show off – sure, she acted a little bit odd and a lot of things about here were different, but whatever people thought of her, she was actually really modest girl.

He remembered when he called her cute, and she didn't really say anything. She knew she was pretty, but didn't really feel comfortable with people pointing that out. But to him, she was pretty with all her flaws and somehow, he had a feeling he'd like her less without them. She was very well aware of them, and wasn't scared to show them. She was confident, but not too much. She was just so different to every other girl he had ever met, and it made him feel a different way towards her.

It felt oddly natural to have her head laying on his shoulder, feeling her breath on the skin on his neck. His hands were hanging on his shoulders, and she seemed very relaxed. The way his hands felt okay on her waist, like pieces of puzzles that were perfect together.

Everything was just okay. And the weirdest thing, he was okay with everything.