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Debwood1999 – Both men are pains in the arse and have proven that with their stupid behaviour. This story is a Dean/OC fic, so she'll end up with him eventually. But the events of the last chapter have certainly made Holly more independent and able to stand on her own two feet without a man. I don't want her to be the constant damsel in distress or insanely reliant on Randy or Dean. Whilst she wants them, she doesn't necessarily need them. So whilst she will end up with Dean, she's definitely asserted her female liberty. As for Renee, you will have to see ;)

Raquel the writer – Thank you!

Irishblue69 – Yes they do. They've acted like idiots so they deserve to worry for a while. Serves them right!

Rileyjade – Agreed. Randy is like a brother, always had been and always will be. And Holly and Dean will always be good for each other, whether they're pissing each other off or not.

Tantoune – Yes! She is standing up for herself. She knows she doesn't need them to survive and is asserting a little bit of female dominace. She is her own woman, so if those two want to bicker like kids then she's going to walk away and let them

Lola – That's the problem with Randy and Dean when they are together – its always a contest. They the each other and will always try to better each other. Sadly it was at Holly's expense. Thankfully she didn't stand for it. Their loss!

Beautifultragedyxxx – Haha! It won't be long until they reunite. I highly doubt Dean will let her out of his sights for too long.

Dutchangel1979 – Probably it wasn't a smart move in the long run, but short term, I think Holly needed to walk away from them. she doesn't need their stupidity right now.

LadyShadows410 – Oh you know it! Dean isn't one for sitting back and doing nothing. That lunatic is gonna be pissed!

This chapter is named after 'Lost And Found' by Ellie Goulding

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

Three days.

I'd managed to stay hidden for three whole days, and it was one of the best things I'd ever done. It honestly felt so refreshing. No worries, no drama, no annoying men pissing me off left, right and center. It had just been Sasha, Paige and I, and it felt darn fucking good to have just the girls around me. Life was easier with them and we could just have fun and be single girls having a good time.

Within an hour of me leaving my hotel room that night, a knock had sounded on Sasha's door. She'd answered it and a rather irritated Dean Ambrose had been stood there. I'd hidden myself safely in the bathroom as she told him I wasn't here and he was sent kindly on his way. I wasn't surprised that he'd come straight here to find me, but thankfully Sasha had deterred him enough that he didn't come knocking again.

When I'd awoken the next morning, I checked my phone to see 27 texts and 56 missed calls, a mixture from both Dean and Randy. So I did the only thing I could – I turned the phone off.

I felt bad, but I honestly didn't care to hear from them. I was bored of them, I was tired of the constant bickering and the constant arguing. It was bullshit and I wasn't standing for it anymore. Until they could grow up, talk to me like a normal human being, and learn to get the fuck on with each other, then I was walking away. I'd have to talk civilly to them at work and act as a professional, but that was it.

I was tired of being the victim and I was tired of having these headstrong and dominant men luring over me. I was a Helmsley and I planned to fucking act like one. And it felt freeing to be like this, like a weight was lifted from my shoulder.

I'd talk to Dean and Randy eventually, and our friendships would eventually resume, but it felt freeing to have this time away from them.

I finally had time to be Holly.

And it felt amazing doing that; I enjoyed my time with the girls. We spent time out shopping. We went for drinks in cocktail bars. We had slumber parties, eating ice-cream, watching rom-coms and cooing over Channing Tatum and Ryan Gosling. We didn't talk about WWE, we didn't talk about men, and we certainly didn't mention the names of the two people who had driven me here.

I didn't stop smiling, and even though a massive part of me missed Dean and Randy like mad, it was good and healthy to have the distance from them and the intensity in which they'd been in my life as of late.

So as we all sat watching TV on the evening of the 31st, Sasha received a message, her eyes lighting up as she gazed at her phone.

"So rumor has it Dolph Ziggler is having a New Years party tonight," she said. "Naomi wants to know if we're in."

"Just point me in the direction of the alcohol!" joked Paige.

"Yeah, I'm in," I grinned as it dawned on me we had no actual plans for New Years. "Just get the details and we'll get ready."

So that's what Sasha did. We were currently in Arizona for work and I knew Dolph had a residence here, so I assumed it was a house party. As soon as Sasha found out the information we needed, we all proceeded to get ready. Since I was staying away from my hotel room, Sasha borrowed me a dress, a sleek black one that hugged my body and showed off my curves in all the right places. My blonde hair hung in waves down my back, my lips a deep red. I gazed at myself in the mirror, rather proud of how my look had turned out, knowing I was totally ready to party.

So once we were all ready, we ordered a cab, jumped in, and set off for a night of fun.

xXx

Ziggler's house was amazing once we got there, the sound of music already blasting around the place as we got out the cab. We paid the driver and walked to the front door, ringing the doorbell. Dolph finally answered, a huge grin on his face, a drink in his hand. The party was booming behind him.

"Hey, you ladies made it," he grinned, hugging us each in turn, chuckling as he hugged me. "I don't normally invite Authority girls to my parties, but Sasha assured me you were cool." He gave me a wink as he pulled back.

"Well you can trust me," I smiled as he let us inside, closing the door behind us.

The room was filled with people drinking, talking, dancing and generally enjoying themselves. There were some people I didn't recognise, but I noticed a few people from work. Everyone really seemed to be having a good time, and the beauty of the party was that I would not be interrupted. There was no way in hell Dolph would ever invite anyone from The Authority apart from myself, so this place would definitely be a Dean and Randy free zone.

We joined the madness, fetching ourselves a drink and joining the massive group of people dancing in the living area.

The music was banging, the atmosphere amazing, but it was to be expected at a house party, especially one to bring in the New Year. We danced for several songs until we realised our cups were empty. We quickly headed for the kitchen to get a refill before heading back for another dance. Paige chose to remain in the kitchen to talk to a few friends, so it was just Sasha and I. We danced for what felt like ages, the smile never leaving our lips, giggles constantly leaving our mouths.

Tonight was fun, it was freeing, and it was just what I needed.

And then all that changed.

It wasn't till I watched Sasha leave to get another drink that something caught my eye, stopping my heart in my chest and my breath in my throat. Just as she walked to the kitchen, The Shield entered the house through the front door.

I struggled to swallow.

How the actual fuck have they found me?

I froze to the spot, hoping to God that they didn't spot me. I was having such a good time, the last thing I needed was them spoiling my evening. And from the look on Dean's face, he wasn't here for fun and games. He was clearly very annoyed and not in the mood for my hiding games.

But I hadn't been in the mood for his childish attitude with Randy and I still wasn't. So before they had chance to spot me I quickly turned on my heel and ran through the dancing crowd, heading towards the big French doors at the other end of the room that led outside. The garden was filled with party goers, but it was huge and full of perfect hiding spots.

Once I was outside I darted down the side of the house, crouching rather gracefully down the side of a trash can.

Not the most glamorous of places, but if needs must…

I kept quiet, trying my hardest to calm my pounding heart down, peeking out occasionally to keep an eye out for anyone attempting to find me. I let out a silent gasp as Seth came within view, my head darting back, letting the trash can fully hide me, my body trying to keep still and silent. I stayed like it for a few moments, cautiously risking a peek out again. This time he was gone, so I knew he must have given up on the garden. Once I knew the coast was clear, I stood up, smoothed my dress down and warily came out from my hiding spot, making extra sure none of The Shield boys were anywhere in sight.

If Seth was scouting the garden, then surely Roman and Dean were checking out the house. I hoped and prayed that they had given up and decided I wasn't here, because it was fucking freezing outside and I just wanted to return to the house. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as a wintry night breeze blew by and I took the risk of entering the house to warm up. I decided to dive into the crowd of dancers, figuring the sheer amount of people here would be enough to disguise my presence.

The wall of people worked for a time, and since I saw no signs of The Shield, my body visibly relaxed, happy to accept that they had left the house and moved on.

Big mistake.

I was moving to the music, shaking my hips, twirling on the spot when I suddenly froze. My smile dropped, my body held still, my throat swallowing nervously as I saw Dean watching me closely from the edge of the dancing group. His body looked its normal self – tall, tense, dressed in a white t-shirt, blue jeans and a black leather jacket. But his face was one of sheer anger, annoyance, and frustration.

It was hard to tell if he was Dean or the lunatic right now.

But I hardly had time to consider which person I was staring at as he began marching towards me. Without thinking I turned around and ran deeper into the crowd of dancers, not wanting to face the madness he was no doubt about to unleash. He looked like a fucking psycho, and I for one was not in the mood to be on the other end of a Dean Ambrose lecture when he was in this mood.

I'd walked out on the guy, ignored him for three days, and refused to tell him where I was. I highly doubted he was going to greet me with smiles and hugs.

I pushed through the masses of dancers, my small and nimble size making it easy to manoeuvre through the group. I knew Dean's tall and muscular stature would make it harder for him to navigate the maze of bodies, so I had that fact on my side. I moved quickly, knowing I had to make up as much ground as I could in as quick a time as possible, somehow coming out of the other side unscathed. I didn't see Dean so I assumed he was still in the group.

I quickly noticed the staircase to the upper floor of the house to my left. So without hesitation, I ran up it, knowing it would confuse him more and help me lose him quicker if I was no longer downstairs.

I reached the upper floor and ran along it, running into the first room I could see with a door open and shutting it quickly behind me. The room was dark, but I could make out the neatly made bed and organised furnishings the room held. There seemed to be nothing personal in it, so I assumed it was a guest room.

I rested my ear against the door as I caught my breath, listening out for any noises of anyone nearby. After a few moments only silence remained so I knew I was out of the woods. Once my breathing regulated, I rushed to the window knowing it was the only place I could go in order to look out for The Shield without being spotted.

I ducked, peaking only my eyes out over the window ledge when I saw Dean outside, chatting to Sasha. Using the dancers as cover had clearly worked, and I hoped with all my heart that Sasha was wise enough to continue the pretense that I wasn't here. And as I saw Dean stamp his foot in anger, I knew my girl had not let my cover be blown. I watched him walk back into the house, a breath of relief leaving my lips as I walked over to the bed and took a seat on it.

This was so fucking annoying. It really was! Could I do nothing by myself without interruption? This obviously wasn't on the scale of Sheamus, but all I'd wanted was an enjoyable night with the girls to bring in the new year, and yet all I was doing was running and hiding.

I ran a hand through my long blonde hair, wondering why they had to show up in the first place. They had to realise I was safe surely. Sasha and Paige didn't seem worried, and nor did my brother and sister-in-law. Surely they had to figure that if I was in any real danger, everyone would have been worrying like crazy over me. But no one was, so obviously there was no emergency.

But that was Dean, I guess. He was never one to trust I was safe or simply accept another person's word. He always wanted to make sure himself. We'd been in enough situations together to know that I was like a magnet to dangerous and scary situations…

Lying drunk in a hotel lobby, the time I was almost mugged, the countless occasions with Sheamus, the time I was sent home due to injury.

Dean never stood by and let anything happen. He was hands on, he was vigilant, he liked to be in control. And I knew my being away for three days with him having not a single clue of my whereabouts would be driving him crazy. And I knew he was only here to check on me, to find me, to assure himself I was alright. No doubt Seth and Roman would have told him my reasons for leaving that hotel room the other day as soon as he'd realised I'd gone. Hell, he'd been at Sasha's door within minutes searching for me.

As much as he gave off a brash, bold and confident air, Dean was a worrier, especially when it came to those he cared about.

And it was thoughts like this that made me feel guilty for doing what I was doing. The only thing Dean had been guilty of that day was caring too much. That's what the argument with Randy had been about in the first place.

But that was the problem – there was yet another argument. Once again they had bickered and fought like children, once again I had been in the middle of it, and once again I was left out in the cold whilst they had their little pissing contest.

It wasn't what they were arguing about that annoyed me. It was how they went about it. Talking as if I wasn't there, blatantly ignoring and interrupting me, pushing me out and deciding my future as if I had no say. I knew I wasn't exactly in the safest of positions, but I was no damsel in distress. I was fully capable of taking care of myself, especially with Hunter only next door.

I sighed as I stared out of the window, gazing up at the moon high in the night sky.

I had to wonder if I was being too stubborn and too cruel. Was it really fair to be running from him like this? Three days had been long enough, and I wasn't afraid to admit I missed Dean's company in that time. Maybe I should come clean… Maybe I should come out of hiding…

But has he managed to grow up, get on with Randy and realise you are actually someone to consult and talk to like a normal human being and not a quiet little child?

My subconscious made a fair point. Had my reasons for leaving actually hit home with Randy and Dean, or would they carry on as their silly selves?

"Where the fuck have you been?" came a voice from behind me.

I gasped as I stood up, turning around to see Dean leaning back on the bedroom door, his hands turning the lock. I hadn't even heard him enter the room.

Oh shit…

"D-Dean…" I trailed off, my eyes widening as I took in his irritated, angry and pissed off face. He was fucking raging, his jaw tense, his teeth gritted, his eyes dark and narrowed. He was almost shaking.

"I asked you a question," he growled as he slowly walked towards me. "Where… the fuck… have you been?" His voice was low yet deep, a seething tone to it.

His hands lay as his side, balled so tightly into fists that his knuckles had gone white. I felt his gaze burning through my skin, the air between us tense and on edge.

I backed away with every step he took towards me, my mouth a little dry as I released a trembling breath. As he looked at me he didn't blink once, his scrutinizing glare making me feel six inches tall. But whilst I felt vulnerable on the inside, I refused to let it show on the outside. I stood tall, not letting him intimidate me.

"I've been somewhere safe," I replied.

"Where?" he asked without hesitation.

"It's none-" I gasped as my back hit the wall behind me, but I remained calm. "It's none of your business."

A sinister smirk crept onto his lips as he cocked his head to the side.

"Oh, Holly," he said. "As I've told so many people so many times, when it comes to you it's always my business."

"Well maybe you'd have known where I was if you'd got your head out of Randy's ass long enough to come up for air," I challenged.

His nostrils flared. "You have no right to say that to me," he growled.

"Oh, I have every right," I argued. "After how I was fucking treated, I have every goddamn right!"

"You just walked out of that fucking room," he shouted. "You walked away and didn't say a thing."

"So you noticed then," I said with a raised eyebrow.

A growl rumbled in Dean's chest. "Don't get cocky with me, Holly," he said. "Do you realise how fucking worried I have been?"

"I get that, Dean, I really do. But you'll have to excuse me if I didn't want to stand there, be ignored and interrupted, and spoken about as if I wasn't even there by two men who are supposed to give a shit about me," I said.

"We give more of a shit about you than you'll ever know," he said.

"Well you have a funny way of showing it," I said.

All of a sudden he was in front of me, his hands resting on the wall either side of my head, his face mere inches from mine. It was hard to think having him this close, his scent filling my senses. He smelt of cologne and mint. I swallowed… hard.

"Do you know what I've been doing these last three days?" he asked. "I have been going out of my insane little mind. I have been wracking my brain, thinking where you are, thinking what you could be doing, wondering who the fuck you're with. It has driven me crazy. I haven't slept, I've barely eaten, it's all I've thought about."

I watched him nervously, keeping my breathing calm as I did.

"I couldn't find you myself," he continued. "So I asked around, I asked your friends, I dug for information, and I came up with nothing. So my worry grew and grew. Since people weren't helping me I tried to go to the source itself. You. But imagine what happens when I call your cellphone. I call it again and again and again. Nothing. Voicemail. Unanswered messages."

His face inched closer to mine as he continued his speech, my heart pounding faster and faster. I was surprised he couldn't hear it.

"I try all evening, all night, all the next morning… But then I discover your cellphone is switched off. And it's remained off the entire fucking time. And by this point I'm sweating, I'm panicking, I'm wondering if that disgusting Irish cunt has got his hands on you again. I stop eating, I refuse sleep, I drive my friends crazy, because all I can think about is finding you, seeing you, saving you, not having a single clue where you are."

My heart was in my throat, my hands trembling wildly at my sides.

"And then I hear a rumour of a party, a get together, and it's the only lead I have. It's the only shot I can take. So I go for it. I bring the boys and we attend the little get together. And low and behold, there she is. The girl who has eluded me for three days. 72 long hours. 4320 minutes. And I'm angry. Boy, am I angry. But I'm also relieved, Holly. I'm happy, I'm joyful, I wanna get down on my knees and fucking cry."

I watched him, my voice coming out as a mere whisper. "Y-You d-do?"

"Yeah… because there's not a single scratch on you. Not a single hair on your head has been harmed. You look refreshed, happy, cheerful, and I know you're well. I want to kill you and hug you at the same time. I want to scream at you and sing to you. The lunatic wants to go mad but Dean Ambrose wants to comfort you. And it's driving me insane… because looking at you right now, hearing your words, hearing what you have to say to me when I finally find you… you have no idea how fucking angry I am."

"Well I guess we've shared that anger in the last few days then," I said in annoyance. "So who cares if you're angry or raging. It's none of your business what I do or where I go. You have no hold over me and no say. You're just my friend."

He looked at me, a light chuckle leaving his lips. "Just your friend? You honestly think after everything we've been through, I'm just your friend?"

He closed his eyes and gently ran his nose over mine, my breath catching in my throat, a light gasp leaving my mouth.

"If you're not my friend… then what are you?" I asked him, suddenly feeling rather timid.

Voices sounded downstairs, the crowd shouting numbers, my brain quickly realising it was a count down to midnight. A count down to the New Year.

"10… 9…8…"

Finally Dean opened his eyes, his blue ones meeting my brown ones, the anger in them softening to become something else. Something warm and… tender. "I'm so much more, Holly Helmsley. So if you don't want me to do what you know I'm about to do… tell me to stop now."

"7… 6…5…"

His eyes darted down to my lips and back to my eyes, lust, need and desire swimming in them. I swallowed, my breathing shallow as I mirrored his movements, my eyes looking down at his luscious pinks lips, his tongue darting out to lick them, before my eyes returned to his.

"4… 3…2…"

He was going to kiss me… He was about to kiss me… He wanted to kiss me…

And I wanted to kiss him.

"… 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!" came the muffled shouts of the crowds down stairs, the countdown followed by cheers and cries.

He looked at me and I looked at him, the tension between us thick, the air between us heated in a way it had never been before, and in one swift movement, he pushed forward and pressed his lips to mine, all our previous anger suddenly washing away.

It was as if fireworks went off, as if electricity shook us, as if months of built up flirting and need was finally set free as his lips moved with mine in perfect synchronicity. I wasn't prepared for how this would feel, I wasn't prepared for the way my toes curled and my body shook and my stomach flipped. I'd always wondered what it would be like to kiss Dean due to our closeness, our chemistry and how insanely hot he was, but this wasn't what I expected it would be…

This was so much better.

His hands moved from the wall behind me to cup my head, a sharp intake of breath coming from my mouth as his tongue slipped past my lips and slid against mind. I was unable to hold back the light moan that left me, the noise seemingly spurring Dean on. I felt him smirk against my lips as his hands moved down my neck, my arms, until they rested on my waist.

He pressed his body against me until I was completely sandwiched between him and the wall behind me, his entire body touching mine. I could feel every muscle, every limb… and the obvious excitement he had against my thigh.

And I wasn't sure why, but the kiss suddenly turned needy. It turned passionate and insanely heated. Maybe we'd both sensed his excitement at the same time and reacted on it, but next thing I knew, my hands were in his hair, pulling on it, his own roaming every inch of my body, our lips never breaking once. It was a sloppy kiss, a dirty kiss, but fuck was it sexy.

I could feel my own aching arousal in my panties as his hands slid down my waist to grab my thigh and hitch my leg around his waist, the movement not helping as I could now feel the obvious bulge in his pants against the place I needed it the most.

I finally pulled away in order to catch a much needed breath, but this breaking of our lips did nothing to stop Dean. No sooner had our lips parted did he connect his own to my neck, kissing and nipping the skin hungrily. My head fell back, a deep and throaty moan leaving my mouth.

"Mmmm, make that noise again," he mumbled against me, his tongue licking wherever his teeth nipped before placing a kiss on the spot.

"D-Dean…" my voice trailed off as I closed my eyes, another moan leaving me as I felt his hand move up to cup my dress covered breast.

"God, that sound… What are you doing to me, Holly…?" he muttered before lifting his head from my neck and instantly connecting our lips again.

The things he was doing with his mouth, the places he was touching me with his hands… Why had we held back for so long? Why hadn't we done this sooner? Why had we wasted our time arguing? I wished with all my heart I'd let him kiss me that day in the meadow. I wished I'd never stopped him that afternoon in his apartment. If kissing him felt this good, I'd never stop him ever again.

The way he felt, the way he smelt, the way he tasted… Fuck… I'd never get enough of it… I'd never rid myself of the addiction that was Dean Ambrose.

I ran my fingers through his soft and silky hair, loving how it felt as he suddenly grabbed my ass and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his lips and he walked us over to the bed on the other side of the room. We continued kissing as he lay me carefully on the bed, taking my lip between his teeth as he gently pulled back. I hissed, loving everything he was doing. He kicked his shoes off and began crawling over me.

I wasn't sure what his plan was, but in that moment I didn't care. All I knew was I needed him and I needed him right now.

I looked at him with dark eyes, my chest heaving as I caught my breath, my cheeks flushed bright. Once he was over me, he ran his nose along my neck and up my jaw line, the movement sending shivers along my spine.

"Do you like it when I do that?" I heard him whisper, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.

"Yes," I replied. So he did it again, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt my panties getting wetter and wetter with each touch he gave me. I needed him so badly. Finally his nose reached my face, his lips quickly connecting with mine urgently. Our kiss was hungry, ravenous, sensual.

His hands ran up my legs and along my thighs, slipping under my dress until it ran along the hemline of my black lace panties. My arousal was painful now, my need for him at total boiling point…

Knock, knock, knock…

"Holly, you in there?" came the voice of Roman from the other side of the door.

Goddamn it!

Dean's mouth left mine, his head dropping into the crick of my neck, a frustrated groan leaving his lips.

"I love those guys, but they are such a pair of fucking cock blocks," he murmured against my skin, his words causing me to giggle before he lifted his head and spoke aloud. "It's Dean, I have her."

Roman tried the door but it was locked.

"Shit, is everything okay?" he asked. "I can't get in. Is she okay?"

"Everything is fine," Dean said calmly. "Holly is just in the en suite bathroom. Get Seth and we'll meet you down at the car."

"Okay," said Roman and he quickly hurried off.

With a deep breath, Dean gave me a lingering peck on the lips before he finally got off me and stood up, smoothing down his clothes and straightening his hair, unable to hide the smile on his face.

All I could do was lie there, catching my breath, calming my heart beat, and trying to ignore the aching arousal that still lay between my legs.

Dean Ambrose had kissed me… He'd actually fucking kissed me…

And it was the best kiss of my life.

Again, a huge thanks to Debwood-1999, Raquel the writer, irishblue69, rileyjade, Tantoune, Lola, beautifultragedyxxx, dutchangel1979 and LadyShadows410 for reviewing the last chapter.