Secrets and Lies (Dylan O'Brien fan fic)

Part 7

Dylan POV:

I can feel Ava's heavy breaths on my chest and I can smell he strong scent of warm, fresh cookies. Her arms are pressed flat against my stomach and her head lies softly on my chest....God she's adorable. I notice my eyes getting heavy too but I know it would be stupid to sleep out in this car, in the middle of the woods, who knows what kind of loons walk around at here at night or wild animals  that lurk around, looking for two people to feed on.

I pick up Ava's limp body as carefully as I can, as if I'd break her if I was too rough. She looks so fragile and vulnerable. I carry her out of the car and around to the passengers seat and place her down gently, allowing her head to rest against the head of the seat. I then pull the seat belt across her body and close the door as gently as I can but hard enough for it to click shut. 

I jump into the drivers seat and take a quick glance at Ava. Her eyes are fluttering slightly and I can see her body shiver every now and then. I reach into the back of the jeep and pull out a blanket and drape it around her body and she cletnches it lightly with her fists before relaxing back into her seat. Every part of me wants to snap a picture of her because she looks absolutley flawless. Her smooth, wavy hair is shining evenly in the moonlight, illuminating certain parts of her natural, even shade of brown hair. Her cheek bones are highlighted perfectly and her lips look cutely smooshed as they half make contact with the car seat. Who knew one human being could look so perfect while sleeping? 

I start driving, occassionally taking quick glances off the road and onto Ava. She still lies in the same effortless position, breathing quietly.

I eventually pull up to my place and decide to bring Ava inside, she shouldn't be alone tonight, not like this. I live in a small apartment because my parents said it would, 'teach me how to be alone.' What the even hell does that mean? I get out of the car and pick up Ava and she places an arm around my neck and buries her head in my chest, as I grip my hold on her tighter, careful not to drop her warm body.

Once we're inside I carry Ava to my bedroom and gently lay her on my bed. She stirs a little bit and then turns on her side, while mumbling sweet, muffled sounds. I remove her soaking wet shoes and lay them beside the door and I do the same with mine. I then place the dovet cover over her cold body and I watch as she snugles deeper into it. It takes every ounce in my body not to lay down next to her as I manage to sit on a padded chair next to the bed. I know for sure I'm going to get a stiff neck but I don't even care, I'm in the same room as Ava freaking Styles. I find my eyes getting heavier and they eventually shut tight, until a soft voice speaks. "Will you cuddle with me?" Ava says, now facing me with pleading, puppy dog eyes...She's too cute. I don't say anything, I just get up and lie down next to her and place both hands around her torso and she places her arms on mine. "Thanks Dyl." She whisper-mumbles and hearing her call me by that nickname sends shivers through my body. "Shhh. Go to sleep." I whisper as I grip her tighter. 

Eventually we both fall asleep, our even breaths moving in sync, listening to the light padder of the rain hitting the tin roof and the everlasting warmth of out bodies against each others. The moment is perfect but it does get me wondering how I could go from arguing with Ava constantly, to wanting to be extremley close to her....Maybe I alwasys felt this way? 

(A/N: This was extremley exciting to write but I found it quite difficult to put my image of this chapter into words. Also sorry it's really short but I'll post again soon. Thanks for following, commenting, voting and reading :))