Secrets and Lies (Dylan O'Brien fan fic)

Part 6

I flutter my eyes open and my vision looks much simillar to a the vision through a broken camera lens, where the edges are caving in and the only clear view is the small slit of clear view. I notice I am still sitting in the same spot, with the rain viciously pouring down still but now Dylan is crouched down beside me with his face so close to mine that I can feel the warmth of his body reflecting on mine. I can see his eyes so clearly now and I don't think I've ever been close enough to see how beautiful they really are. On   the outer edge of his big eyes is a dark, almost black colour and towards the center of the eyes is a light, milky brown. I can smell his strong scent of strawberries and I can feel his warm breath against mine. I would kiss his lips right now but I stop letting myself think about it when I rememeber he has a girlfiriend and he practically hates me. 

"Jesus Christ Ava! I thought you were dead!" Dylan yells, while backing his face away from mine. I reamain silent, not really sure what to even say to him. His face is emotionless and completley unreadable, like it usually is. His adorable brown eyes are glass like and hard and show no hints of emotion. His hair is draped down his forehead, soaked by the rain and I can see the small droplets of rain pressed against the skin of his next.

"Ava what are you even doing out here?" Dylan asks with a rather curious tone in his usually raspy voice. It suddenly only now hits me that he's using my first name. He only ever calls me 'Ava' when he's extremley angry or frustrated with me but usually he would call me by my last name, 'Styles.' I look down at my trembling hands and only now realise I'm nervously fumbling around with my fingers. "Styles can you still talk?" Dylan asks, while nudging me softly in my right arm. He called me 'Styles' this time. Did he call me 'Ava' before because he was mad at me or was he frustrated? I look up into Dylan's eyes and see he's staring at me. He's staring at me so hard, with maximum amount of intensity that it almost feels like he's staring right through me, into my soul, so I decide I should say something, anything. "Uh, I took a walk." I mumble as I look back down at my hands. "In the rain?" "Uh yeah because the rain is um, well uh-" I get cut off of my terrible attempt to lie by Dylan's hand squeezing my left arm."Let me give you a ride home, my cars right over there." He says, pointing at a black and blue coloured jeep located only a few metres from where we were sitting. "No I'm not getting in that car with you!" I say, stubbournly and pout my face just like a child. "Ava don't be ridiculous, you'll die if you stay out here." There he goes again with usuing my first name. I decde I'll ask him later about it. "Good. I'd rather die out here, then get into your car with you." Dylan looks slightly confused but then he just smirks. "Okay then. Have fun out here with the wolves, mountain Lions and other vicious and deadly animals, that are probably really hungry by now. Have fun in the cold rain and when the creepy dolls show up, tell them that you don't mind if you die out here, yeah they would defintely kill you quicker if you said that." Dylan says, obviously trying to scare me and well, it worked. 

I sit there, with my back against the thick oak tree and I shiver tremendously. Dylan turns around and begins to walk away. "WAIT!" I screm and Dylan flips his body around and he has the biggest smirk ever on his face. "Yeah, Styles?" Dylan says and he has a mocking tone to his voice. "Um can you take me home in your car?" I say quickly and cringe, hoping he'll just say yes but it's Dylan, there's always more then just a simple answer. "Oh I don't know Styles, the dolls might miss you." I feel beyond terrified and scared and awfuly tired so I let Dylan answer and I don't say anything. "God you look really cold." He says, sounding more serious and shows a real, genuine look of concern on his face. I try to answer but find it difficult to speak.

Dylan picks up my shaky, unsteady body and holds me tight to his chest. He opens the car door and slips me into the passengers seat and then he gets into the drivers seat. "Ava you look really cold, hyperthermic level cold." Dylan states and I just siver. He removes his large, red jumper from his body (which surprisinly isn't that wet from the rain) revealing his dreamy abbs. Dylan hands me his jumper but I'm too cold to move. He sighs but then speaks up. "I'm going to remove your shirt and put the jumper on for you because you look sickly cold." He says and before I even have time to answer Dylan is gripping the bottom of my shirt, lifting up the lose fabric over my head. He smirks at me and his lips are slightly parted and his jaw is half dropped. Dylan then pulls the jumper over my head and helps me to thread my arms through their holes. He then lifts me up and hugs me tight and I fall asleep on his chest, with his stong arms draped around  me and I know right then and there that I love him, more then anything I've ever loved before.