Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Wrong time {D.O'B) angst

Timing is something that most people just can't seem to quite get right with relationships. We meet the person of our dreams a month before they have to move to a different country. Or we form a really deep and close friendship with someone who's already taken. Or one relationship ends because one person wants to get way too serious, way too soon and another ends because one person doesn't want to get serious at all.
And there's always that little voice in your head saying "what if". What if you met a few months or even a few years earlier? What if they weren't in a relationship? What if they took things slower? What if they took things a little faster?

Timing seems to be the invariable third party in most relationships. Timing is a bitch. But its only a bitch if we let it be. A simple truth that we all need to face up to is that, the people we meet at the wrong time are actually just the wrong people. You never meet tge right people at the right time, because the right people are timeless.

𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺𖠺

"Well hello. What's your name? Mhm, Tony?" I said as I looked at the adorable dogs' collar. I'm currently seated at the dog park, watching as my dogs run around and play, when a random dog approached me. Accompanied by a very handsome man only a few minutes afterwards.

"Hi I'm so sorry, he doesn't usually run up to strangers like that." The guy spoke as he approached me.

"Oh, its completely fine. I don't mind at all." I said, smiling up at the man.
"I'm Dylan." He said, reaching out a hand
"Y/N" I said, as I shook his hand.

"You can sit if you want?" I spoke as I moved to the side a little more, making sure he has enough space to sit down and not feel uncomfortable.

"Thank you." He smiled. After sitting down, Tony jumped up from his position on the floor, right onto Dylan's lap.

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We stayed there for almost two hours that day, just talking about anything and everything. Afterwards he asked for my number so that we can go out and get coffee the next day.

That's basically what the next three months of my life was like. Going out on dates, late night drives around the city, him coming over to my place, flowers in hand and ready to spend the night on my living room couch watching TV.

We'd have picnics early in the day or at sunset. When it turned night, we'd go out and lay down on the grass and watch as the stars burned in the sky. Or we'd bake in my kitchen, making a mess everywhere but dying of laughter while doing so...That's the first time Dylan kissed me. In my kitchen, both of us covered in flour. We both just got quiet, the world got quiet as we just stood there, staring at each other before Dylan grabbed me and kissed me.
Thats the moment I knew that my feelings for him were much more than 'a crush'. I'm inlove with him.

After that day we spent alot more time together. Much more than we already were. He spent almost every night at my place. Cuddled up on the couch or in bed, doing whatever. Everything was perfect.

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"Y/N" Dylan spoke softly. We just finished cleaning up the kitchen, I was just putting away the last two plates.

"Yeah?" I asked, closing the cabinet door and turning around to give Dylan my full attention.

"I have to go away for work." The news hit me like a truck. I knew what Dylan did for work, I also knew that things couldn't stay like this forever. I just hoped that the time where he had to go, didn't come this early.

"I- um. H-how long are you going to be away?" I stuttered, trying my damn best not to cry.
"Eight months." Dylan spoke softly.

"How long have you known?" I asked.

"Y/N-" Dylan took a deep breath before continuing "I've known for five months."

I was shocked to say the least. Don't get me wrong, I have loved every single second Dylan and I have spent together, but at this very second, I wish we never met.

"You knew before we even met?" I whispered.
"Yes." Dylan didn't dare to look at my face, Instead staring at his hands.

"God! You selfish prick!."
"Y/N-"
"Don't 'Y/N' me! You knew this whole time and you still decided to become part of my life. You kissed me Dylan. You've spent countless nights In my bed. You made me- you made me fall inlove with you." I argued teary eyed.

"I didn't make you fall in love with me." Dylan disagreed.

"Yeah but you knew it could happen. You knew the risks and you still did it. And don't come at me with that crap of not knowing. You knew the moment you kissed me!"

"And you knew in that moment that I am just as in love with you!"

"That may be true, but I'm not the one leaving, am I?" I yelled back at him. I'm heartbroken and frustrated.

"Don't do that."
"Don't do what, Dylan?"
"Don't play that card. We both know I don't have a choice."

"Ofcourse you have a choice Dylan! You had a choice three months ago to not ask for my number, but you did. You had a choice to not text me, but you did! Everything that's happened is because of you!"

"You're right okay! I'm sorry for falling inlove with you, I'm sorry for making you fall in love with me. I'm sorry for getting to know you and I'm sorry for spending the best three three months of my life with you!" Dylan yelled, taking a step towards me with every word until my back was pressed against the counter and he was standing right infront of me.

"I'm not." I whispered. "What?" Dylan looked at me, confusion written all over his face. "I'm not sorry for meeting you. I'm not sorry for falling in love with you. I'm not sorry for having the best three months of my life because of you and I'm sure as hell not sorry for everything we've done."

We just stared at each other, waiting for the other to speak. Chests heaving...Dylan was the one to break the taunting silence.

"I want you to wait for me." He whispered as he placed his forehead on mine.
"Baby, I don't think i'll be able to do that. I cant just put my life on hold for eight months."
"I know, but I wish you could."

"I'll call you every night. Eight months will fly by in a minute. It'll be like I was never gone." Dylan said, crying just as much as me at this point.

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Dylan did call me every night for a few weeks, but both of us got busy, our schedules didn't line up, the time zones where different and soon after the calls turned into texts and the texts turned into me getting left on read. We forgot about each other...or well...he forgot about me.
But thats just how things work out sometimes. They don't. So we have to move on, even if its the hardest thing to do. If only we met a few months sooner. What if things worked out differently?

Hey dudes, I hope you enjoyed the story.
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