Secrets and Lies (Dylan O'Brien fan fic)

Part 4

"Okay! Okay! You win! I want you to stay here tonight because I'm scared and if there are any monsters lurking around in my house, they'll eat you first because you are bigger then me." I say in between laughter from Dylan's hands tickling me under my chin. He seems some what satisfied with my answer because he stops tickling me and takes a seat on the couch next to me.

There's a silence for a few minuets. Except it's not an awakward silence, it's comfortable and reasurring. I turn my head to look at Dylan and notice how unbearably cute he is. His effortless smile, gorgeous brown hair, cute litle moles and don't get me stated on those adorable brown eyes. I guess Dylan must of caught me staring at him because he turns to face me and gives me one of those famous O'Brien smirks. "Take a picture it will last longer." Dylan says and a wave of determination to beat him at his own game comes over me.

"Ok I will." I say with not a doubt on my mind as I pull out my phone and snap a picture of his adorbale figure.

"You actuall-" Dylan begins to say but I cut him off before he can finish.

"Yeah because you're just soooo attractive." I say sarcastically while rolling my eyes, even though it was all the truth. "Also I may be easily scared but I bet you can't catch me!" I yell while turning around and bolting for the stairs.

"Oh that's it Styles you asked for it!" Dylan yells and begins to chase me up the stairs.

(Quick A/N: 'Styles' is Ava's last name and Dylan and Ava usually refer to each other by their last names, When they're just joking around. Okay you can continue reading now....or not....BYE)

I can hear the faint, soft echos of Dylan's raspy voice, running down the long hallway. I'm laying down under my covers in a very uncomfortable and awkward position but I wanted to make it look as if I wasn't under the covers and all it was, was a very messy, un-made bed.

"Ava? Come on, give me a clue!" Dylan yells while laughing softly. I place a hand over my mouth and squeeze every part of my body, trying to contain my laughter but I can't help it, I completley lose it. A few moments later a hand pulls back the hot covers, revealling my twisted body.

"Damn, was hoping I'd scare you." I half chuckle. Dylan just stares at me with his usual, cheeky, effortless smile. I thought I was supposed to hate him but he's too attractive to hold a grudge against.

Dylan still hasn't said a word, he just keeps staring at me. "Hey O'Brien take a picture, it will last longer!!" I say, stealing Dylan's cheeky line. Again he remains silent and I sit up and scoot over to him, untl our legs are touching. "Hey, you okay?" I ask with a more serious expression. Dylan still stays quiet but this time he starts leaning closer to me, until our lips are almost touching. Butterflies begin to appear in my stomach...Is he going to kiss me?

We stay in this position for a few seconds until his serious expression turns into an evil smirk. "You didn't really think I was going to kiss you, did you?" He says with glassy eyes.

My heart sinks and I find my face getting hotter and hotter. "Uh...no! I mean eww gross! Boy jerms...uh no totally didn't think you were going to kiss me." I lie awkwardly, trying to hide my tomato coloured face. Dylan just fulls back on the bed laughing and hatred begins to fill my eyes, he's such a jerk yet I still find myself kind of liking him.

All of a sudden my thorat begins to become super dry, my chest becomes unbearably tight and I find myself gasping for air. Oh no no no! Not here! Not now! I'm haviing another panic attack for the first time in 2 years! ( I used to get them frequently, more back when my dad used to drink a lot.)

Dylan sits up and see's me panicking and finding it obviously difficult to breathe. "Hey! Ava what's wrong?" He asks and I can genuinley see a look of real concern flash into his milky, brown eyes.

I try to speak but can't manage to croak the words out, it hurts too much. "Are you having another panic attack?" Dylan asks and to be honsest I'm surprised he remembered I got them a lot in the past. I try to nod but I can't even seem to move. Just when I think all hope is lost Dylan pulls me in towards his chest and places his soft, gentle lips onto mine and we are kissing. He uses his large, veiny hands to cup my small face and we stay like this for around six seconds until he pulls away. Our foreheads are touching and I notice any fear or panic from earlier has drained from my body and I feel okay again.

"How di-did you know how t-to d-do th-that?" I ask, still under the enchanted spell of our meaningless kiss.

"I read somehwere that holding your breath can stop a panic attack...so when I kissed you, you held your breath." Dylan shrugs, still locking eyes with me.

"That's really smart." I say, blushing slightly.

(Quick A/N that little paragraph was a 'Stydia' moment from Teen Wolf, so credits to Teen Wolf. Ok I'll stop interrupting now.. Bye lovelies!!)

Dylan picks up my scrawny body and lays back on the bed with me. He places my head on his chest and wraps a strong arm around my waist and I feel safe and sound.

"Thanks O'Brien, never knew you had a soft spot." I tease.

"Yeah well when somoene is dying, I usually do try to help them and prevent their death. Now go to sleep, you're safe now."

I shut my eyes and find myself drifiting into a deep, dreamless sleep once again.