Dylan O'Brien - One-Shots

Dylan O'Brien - Stupid - Part 2

Ten minutes later, Dylan was standing beside his car, trying to not look you in the eye. He quietly opened the door and took a seat, setting the bag down between his feet. You had a quick conversation with his dad while walking to Dylan's car and hoped he would think about everything you said so when Dylan would come home he didn't have to endure his personal hell ever again.

He looked at his legs and fiddled with the strap of his bag while you started the car. "Are you okay Dylan?" What a stupid thing to ask, really, but what were you supposed to say? You had expected to work on your project with some popular guy but ended up with a boy you needed to help.

Dylan cleared his throat and spoke. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. I just- I'm really sorry for everything-" this time you cut him off." No, no, none of that, it's okay. We're going to my house to work on the project and then you're going to finally get some good sleep."

He really looked like he hadn't slept in ages. He was still beautiful, but obviously tired. He nodded but you saw him stiffen when you mentioned the project. "It's going to be fine, I'll read it out loud and we can come up with some ideas, we have a few weeks for this, no rush."

Dylan nodded and seemed a bit more relaxed, something you were glad about. It was a five minute drive to your house but you couldn't help but notice his fiddling with his hands.

Wanting it to stop you took his hand and held it until you got to your house, trying to ignore Dylan's reaction. He completely froze, his crush, the girl he was in love with, was holding his hand, reassuring, comforting, helping him, and taking him to her house to get some sleep. He just fell a bit more in love with you. He hoped it would stay like this, he liked it. A lot.

You greeted your mom while walking in the house and made your way upstairs, Dylan following you closely. You opened the door to your room and cleared your throat, it really was a mess.

"So I guess now you can see my messy room." You blushed a bit, something Dylan found endearing, and a small smile made its way onto his face, making you smile wider. You quickly kicked some clothes to the side of your room and cleared the bed before patting the spot next to you.

Dylan made it's way over to you, a nervous expression on his face. You took your notebook out again and when you found the right page you began reading. He listened intently, trying to soak up everything you were saying, while playing with a small stuffed animal on your bed.

When you were done you guys came up with some ideas before deciding it was time to go to sleep. You lived in a medium sized house, so of course you had a spare room. You made up Dylan's bed while he was getting ready to sleep and you waved your mom goodbye for her night shift.

When you were done you made your way to the bathroom, knocking on the door. "Are you almost done Dyl?" The nickname slipped out naturally and you let it go. Dylan on the other hand was full on blushing. He had never imagined you calling him that, he loved it.

"Yeah, give me a second." When he managed to get rid of his red face he opened the door and smiled up at you. You were already ready to go to bed and Dylan loved seeing you without make-up, in just some shorts and a over sized shirt. You looked perfect in his eyes, absolutely gorgeous.

He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts while following you to the spare room. He was a bit embarrassed when you tucked him in like a little kid, but soon forgot that when you quickly kissed his forehead. His heart felt like it was going to explode.

You didn't know what you were doing, but it felt right so you did it. You said your goodnights and both went to sleep. You hoped he would get some rest, the next day it would be Saturday so it didn't matter if he slept in. You closed your eyes with a sigh and soon fell asleep.

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In the middle of the night, you were suddenly woken up by a whimper, coming from the guest room. You quickly made your way out of bed and rushed to the spare room, hearing quiet sobs and gasps. You swung open the door to find Dylan still sleeping, his face pulled into a grimace and wet with tears.

You walked up to him and lightly shook him. "Dylan?" When you got no reaction you tried again. "Dylan, baby wake up." You gave him a soft pat on his cheek and suddenly his eyes flew open. He looked around the room in panic, only when his eyes landed on your worried face did he relax a bit.

He looked so sad, you couldn't handle it. You wiped away his tears with your hands and ran a hand through his, sticky with sweat, hair. He looked exhausted and all you wanted to do was put him to bed and making sure he didn't get a nightmare ever again.

"Can I get you a sleeping pill? Some water?" He whimpered again and your heart clenched. "Don't leave, please." You nodded and made a sign that he needed to move a bit so you could lay with him. He did and you got into the bed, immediately feeling the warmth Dylan produced.

You patted your belly and he took the hint, slowly laying his head on it his arms tightly wound around your waist. Your hands tangled in his hair and he hummed quietly. Dylan wanted to stay in this position forever. He loved the feeling of you playing with his hair, him laying on your chest, holding you.

"Close your eyes baby, I will still be here when you wake up, I promise." Dylan smiled, baby, he liked it. He closed his eyes again focusing how your hands felt in his hair. Slowly he fell asleep again.

You turned around a bit to get more comfortable, settling with your arms around Dylan, laying on your side. He quickly adjusted to the position by snuggling his head in your neck and taking hold of your hand. That's how you stayed the rest of the night, getting the best sleep the both of you ever had.