Hi guys! I know I literally just updated, but I wanted to get this chapter up relatively soon as it's more filler-y than the next two (which you guys are gonna liiiiiiike...).

Derek had been ages at the bar, at least fifteen minutes, Meredith concluded. He was taking ages and she was sat on her own in a busy Danish bar where they spoke next to no English. So she needed him to come back soon, there was only so many times she could flick through the photos on her cell, even if some of them were absolutely adorable of the two of them this trip.

They had decided to only have internet turned on on their cell only three days a week maximum in order not to rack up a huge bill. So she had been sat scrolling through her Europe album on her phone, full of all the places they'd been to, plus pictures they'd asked strangers to take of them, and of course some really cute selfies. She hated feeling all gooey about her and Derek, but she couldn't deny when she looked at her pictures how cute they were, they really did make a great couple.

It was crazy to see how many countries and how many cities they'd visited since they'd been here and she wished she could do it all over again. They were in their second Danish city, Odense, and it was so interesting. She felt like she was becoming boring when she said it, but she really had loved everywhere they had been. Some more than others, but still, she wouldn't change their trip at all. Everywhere had been perfect. And now they were in Denmark for two more nights before going to Sweden and Norway before finishing in her dream destination of Iceland.

Derek had told her on their first date he would take her to Europe one day, and here they were having done twelve of its countries with three more to go. It sounded like some kind of fairy tale or something. But it wasn't, it was just her and Derek. Seriously what the hell was taking him so long?

She tried to peer round the pillar blocking her view of him to find where he was and why he hadn't been served after being stood at the bar for twenty minutes. Granted, it was quite busy, but twenty minutes was a joke. When she finally saw him, she also saw a tall, slim brunette stood next to him, in some slutty outfit. Okay, it wasn't that slutty, it was something she would totally wear. But the fact she was wearing it while she flirted with her boyfriend made it slutty. The sluttiest outfit ever.

She could tell she was flirting, she was giggling and her whole body was turned to him, she wasn't even trying to catch the bartender's attention. And she was twirling her hair around her finger, obviously laughing at whatever Derek was saying. Which he shouldn't be doing anyway. She felt the jealousy rising inside of her as she tried to keep a calm exterior, but it was proving difficult as the slutty girl wouldn't leave her boyfriend alone.

He probably told her he had a girlfriend. No, he definitely would have told her he had a girlfriend, he always did. Because he wasn't interested. She knew he wasn't interested and she knew he would never do anything to hurt her, but it didn't stop her hating whoever she was.

Derek raised his hand at the bartender who ignored him and served someone she assumed to be the slut's friend, stood next to her with long light blonde hair, a really cute romper on. Similar to her own. Stupid freaking bartender. Why wouldn't he just serve Derek so he could get back to where he belonged; with her.

At least another bar tender was finally here, hopefully he would serve D- too late, he was serving some other guy. Seriously, what was wrong with these people?! All she wanted was a tequila. But now, all she wanted was her boyfriend, screw the tequila, they could go somewhere else where some other girl wouldn't be enjoying his company rather than her.

She grabbed her bag and stood up, before pushing her chair under and walking over to the bar.

'Hey,' she smiled, a lot smoother than she thought she could handle, reaching for his hand as she approached.

'Mer,' Derek grinned, immediately pulling her toward him, his hand firm on her waist.

'I was going to say, shall we just go somewhere else? This is taking forever.'

'If you want.' He smiled, kissing her softly, and she couldn't help but deepen it ever so slightly, just to force slutty girl to avoid her eyes.

'Is there anywhere else good to go around here?' Meredith turned to the girl in the totally cute but no longer cute outfit.

'Oh,' the girl breathed as Meredith purposefully leant into Derek. 'The Folkeopstand, on the left.' She nodded, she definitely had an accent so Meredith was assuming she was Danish.

'Thanks.' She smiled. 'I like your skirt.'

'Oh… thanks.' The girl said awkwardly.

'Sir,' said the bartender to Derek.

'Oh,' Derek breathed. 'Drink Mer?'

'Sure.' She grinned.

'Tequila and a beer please.' Said Derek, although the bar tender didn't look to fully understand.

'I'm going to go and find my friends,' the girl said. 'Bye Derek.'

'Bye.' Derek smiled.

'Bye.' Meredith also smiled, except hers was fake as the girl's lips. She watched her walk over to a group of girls at a table, who all looked back at Meredith after the girl said something as she sat down.

'Hey,' she turned to Derek, hitting his arm.

'Ow!' he groaned. 'What?'

'What was that?!'

'What was what?' he asked, handing his money to the bartender.

'That.' She nodded back in the direction of the girl who was now talking.

'That was Isabella.'

'Isabella?' Meredith raised her eyebrows.

'Yeah,' he shrugged.

'Derek!'

'What?'

'She was totally flirting with you!'

'I know.' He rolled his eyes. 'I couldn't get served because she kept chatting to me.'

'Didn't you tell her you had a girlfriend?' she asked as he handed her her tequila, which she shot in one go.

'Of course I did.' He sighed.

'Then why was she still talking to you?'

'I don't know.' He shrugged.

'You must have given her some reason to, Derek.'

'Well, you should know more than anyone how irresistible I am.' He winked.

'Shut up.' She laughed, wanting to remain serious. 'She was flirting with you! Openly flirting with you when you told her you had a girlfriend!'

'I know. You know that happens, Mer.'

'But I don't normally have to watch it.'

'True.' He sighed. 'I'm sorry.'

'I….' she trailed off, looking at the girl who was now talking to a different guy. 'It wasn't your fault.' She shook her head.

'Are you sure?' he laughed. 'Because a minute ago I was giving her a reason to talk to me.'

'Shut up,' she smiled. 'I'm sorry.'

'This is an example of you being crazy.' He smirked.

'I am not crazy!' she gasped. 'She was openly flirting with you right in front of me.'

'And you know I would never look at anyone else.'

'Still, being pissed off doesn't make me crazy.'

'I guess.' He smiled warmly at her, before leaning to kiss her deeply, his hand going to her ass.

'I love you.' She whispered.

'I love you too.' He grinned.

'And you're mine, okay? No one else's.'

'Always yours.' He promised.

'Good.' She grinned as he reached for her hand.

'Have you stopped freaking out now?'

'I wasn't freaking out.' She rolled her eyes.

'You were.' He teased playfully.

'Fine.' She smirked. 'Maybe a little. But some slut was hitting on my boyfriend.'

'Mer,' he laughed. 'You cant call her a slut.'

'I can if she was flirting with a man she knew was taken.'

'Okay.' He sighed, and she knew the smile on his face meant he didn't agree but he would go along with her anyway.

'Did you tell her we've been together for three years?'

'No.' he laughed. 'Why would I do that?'

'To get the point across.'

'No,' he laughed. 'I normally tell them I have a girlfriend and they back off.'

'And what about when they don't? Like her?'

'Then I don't flirt back and try to drop in how much I love my girlfriend whenever possible.'

'You do?' she breathed, because for some reason that made her heart flutter.

'Yeah,' he laughed softly, kissing her quickly. 'They're under no illusions, Mer. And if they think they have chance with me, they're delusional.'

'You should probably tell them I'd kill them if they ever tried to kiss you.' She giggled.

'That would be quite a deterrent.' He laughed. 'And you should tell boys if they say another word to you after you've said you're not interested that your boyfriend will kill them also.'

'Will do.' She giggled again.

'Good.' He smiled. 'Now do you want me to get you another tequila while we're at the bar? Then we can sit down?'

'Yes please.' She grinned. 'I love you.'

'Love you too.' He breathed, leaning to kiss her softly.

She rested her head on his shoulder as he once again began his quest for a bar tender's attention. She trusted Derek. She trusted him so damn much that she knew she was irrational when she got jealous. But, it only showed she cared, right?

She trusted Derek like she had never trusted anyone before. He was the person she loved the most in the world, and he was her only constant. He was there for her no matter what and he had never let her down during their relationship.

She trusted him and they had plans. They had plans to live together for the next five years while they were at Dartmouth and then who knew what they would do. It was weird, saying five years as if it was nothing. Four years ago she would never have thought she'd be planning her long term future with a guy, she didn't think she'd even have a boyfriend at twenty one. And here she was, planning to spend the rest of her life with her amazing boyfriend as they stood together in some random bar in Denmark.

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