Dylan Massett & Reader (A Bates Motel Fanfiction)
**Disclaimer: I do not own Bates Motel**
"Hi. I was wondering if there were any rooms available?" You asked as you walked into the front office of The Bates Motel.
A woman in her mid-40s was serving at the front desk, "I'm sure we can find you a room. I'll just need your name, I.D., and a credit card." The woman babbled as she started to type on her computer.
You pull your wallet from your purse and set it on the front desk, opening it and pulling out all the necessities the woman required.
"And Ms. Y/N, how long will you be staying with us?" The woman asked as her eyes glanced over the credit card, before she looked up at you with a raised brow.
"Two weeks." You reply as you collect your cards and place them back neatly in your wallet which then you return to your purse.
"Alright, you will be in room number 7. If there is anything you need my son or I will be here. I'm Norma Bates, I hope you have a lovely stay with us." Norma says with a slight smile before she gets back to work on her computer.
"Thank you." You say with a nod and start to walk out the door.
Your attention is focused on Norma that you run right into a man and almost tumble backwards, but he holds a tight grip on your arm. He has piercing blue eyes, with sandy blonde hair and the same colored neatly trimmed facial hair.
"Careful there." He says as he offers a smile and then maneuvers past you.
"Dylan! Where have you been all day?!" Norma asks in a stern and angered voice.
You walk away, knowing that it is none of your business listening in on the conversation. You make your way to the room number 7 at the very end of the building and unlock the door.
'What a cute cozy room.' You think to yourself as you kick off your shoes and plop down on the bed.
You remember that your suitcase is in your car. You reluctantly get up and walk back out to your car. You pull your suitcase out of the trunk and turn to face Dylan.
"Oh gods you scared me." You say startled as you take a step back placing your hand on your chest.
"Sorry." He says and then rubs the back of his neck. "Here let me help you with that." He says as he picks up your suitcase before you have time to oblige. "I'm Dylan by the way, but you probably heard Norma screaming at me so you might have already known that." He rambled.
You can't help but let out a small giggle.
"I'm Y/N." You introduce yourself as Dylan carries your suitcase to your room.
Dylan set the suitcase down and turns to face you.
"Well it was nice to meet you Y/N. I hope I get to see you again." He says and then walks out the door leaving you to turn bright red.