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Chapter 2: Her

-Dylan O'brien's POV-

I carried on doing autographs and taking photos with fans but I just couldn't get her out of my head. What was it about? I only talked to her for about a minute and I can't get out of my mind!

"Dylan..?" Hoechlin said waving his hand in my face.

"Y-yeah?" I stuttered trying to get the thought of her out of my head.

"What are you thinking about? Your not paying attention at all," He questioned.

"A girl I met here," I confessed.

"Your thinking about a fan?" Tyler asked smiling.

"That's the thing she isn't a fan," I respond.

"Which one?"

Scanning around the room, I pointed over to the girl and her friend talking to T-pose.

"Her," I smiled. "I don't even know her name."

"Your Dylan O'brien! Just go and talk to her," He replied.

"See that's the problem, she doesn't care that I'm 'Dylan O'brien' ," I look down at the table.

"That's embarrassing," Hoechlin chuckled.

"Come on man," I laughed too. "I'm going to talk to her right now,"

-Aria's POV-

I walked away from Addison while she went and met the other cast members we hadn't talked to yet.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dylan coming up to me.

"Mysterious girl!" He exclaimed.

"Are you talking about me?" I asked already knowing the answer. Although, I wonder why he came up to me.

"Yes! I couldn't let you leave until you tell me your name," Dylan said.

"Why does it matter? You will just forget it in like an hour," I responded kind of rudly but I thought it was true.

"No I won't," He smiled at me.

"Oh really... Whats her name?" I pointed a random girl with brunette hair who was talking to Holland.

"Laura!" He responded quickly.

"You just made that up," I rolled my eyes but half smiled.

"Maybe I did," Dylan said.

"Why do you want to know so badly anyway?" I asked. Why would a celebrity pay attention to a girl like me? There are so many other girls here who are way better looking. Why me?

"I don't know. I just do. So are you going to tell me?" He pleaded.

"What if my name is Laura?"

"Is it really?" O'brien exclaimed.

"No! I'm just messing with you," I answered.

"I'll just ask your friend," He smirked.

"Okay and while your at it keep talking to her, "

"Why should I do that?"

"Because she is here for you. I'm not!"

"I would rather talk to you. Your the first proper person I've talked to." Dylan beamed.

"Yeah, that must be hard meeting people who only care about who you are," I sighed feeling kind of bad for him.

"You get used to it," He looked down.

I smiled at him.

"What are you smiling at?" Dylan asked.

"Maybe you aren't to bad after all," I confessed.

"Wait right here," He instructed.

I watched him walk over to Addison and tap her on the shoulder.

"Hey I've got a question," He said as Addi looked like she was about to burst out of happiness as he spoke to her.

"She will never wash that dress she wore because he touched it," I thought to myself.

"Are you really asking me something? Wow this is crazy. Okay what's your question," She replied going red.

"What's your friends name?"

"You mean Aria?" Addi questioned confused.

"Aria. Thankyou."

Then he walked away from Addison back to me.

"You know my name don't you," I sighed knowing the answer.

"Aria, you have a very pretty name," He said.

"Thankyou it means treasure, high value or gold in Albanian. Yours isn't bad either," I compliment back.

"Thanks! Well I have no clue what mine means," We both laughed.

"Well Comic Con is nearly over," He changed the subject looking at the floor.

"Yeah I should get going, it was really nice meeting you," I went to walk away.

"Wait! Will I see you again?" Dylan queryed.

I turned back and said, "I doubt it,"

"Listen I don't usually do this but can I get your number?" He asked kind of sheepishly.

"I'm sorry Dylan but -," I went to say.

"No no it's fine. What about your last name?"

"What a up with the 20 questions?" I thought to myself.

"Why would you want that? Out of all the things?" I frowned In a confused manner.

"I have my reasons," He said.

"Aria Torres, " I responded.

"It was really great to meet you Aria Torres,"

"You too, Dylan O'brien,"

"Still a no to my number?"

"If you want me, find me!" I could be stubbort at times.

I turned my back to Dylan about to walk away.

"Trust me, I will," He murmured under his breath.

All of a sudden, loads of paparazzi started taking photos of me and Dylan.

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2nd chapter done! This part is shorter than the other other one before, Please comment and vote it means loads x. Have a good day or night!