Collide (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

[1] A freaking panic attack

I desperatly tried to push myself through the crowd of teenage girls. They were screaming, crying and jumping just to get a look of him. I stretched my back, trying to catch a glimpse of him but it was no use. One girl pushed me backwards, sending me to the ground. I landed on my butt, hitting the street hard. I was surrounded by young girls, making it very hard for me to get up. I managed to push myself up on my elbows, stumbling backwards as I did so and hitting a girl on accident. She scowled at me and pushed me away. They were screaming his name, acting hysterical. I knew it was a bad idea to come here but when I read on Twitter that the Dylan O'Brien was back in his hometown I had to see him. Somehow I'd thought nobody would've seen that tweet but the streets were filled with fans who tried to get a picture with him. And then, out of the blue I started to feel odd. The world was turning around me, making me dizzy. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest, I couldn't breath. Oh God not now, I thought. This is not the right time to have a freaking panic attack. I gasped for breath, waving my hands in front of me to get some kind of grip on the spinning world around me. Not now, not now. But the air was being pushed out of my lungs and before I knew it I hit the ground again. I heard a girl scream and then everything turned black.

When my eyes fluttered open I could feel my body hanging, hanging in someones arms. I was being held in muscular arms against a rock hard chest. My vision was still blurry but I could feel my body dangling. My first instinct was that I was being kidnapped. So I started panicing again. I wriggled in the grip of the strange man that was holding me, desperately trying to get out. My breathing was unsteady and I was sweating with anxiety. Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm that made me stop.

"Hey!" The voice shouted. "Hey, it's alright. You're alright." His voice was sweet and calming and I turned my head to look at him. I met with a familiar pair of brown eyes. Oh my fucking God. I was staring straight at Dylan O'Brien and he was smiling at me. He must have noticed me fainting, but why was I here with him now? In the arms of, what I suppose was, one of his bodyguards. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out, not a word, not even a sound. "Dennis put her down please." He asked the man that was holding me and Dennis carefully put me back on my feet. "How are you feeling?" Dylan asked, genuinly looking concerened.

"Uhm.. I.. I'm fine." I breathed out. My knees were trembeling. I felt so small standing next to him. He was taller than I thought which made it even worse. I felt like he was looking down at me. He then placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to a bench. He gestured for me to sit down and so I did and he sat down next to me.

"What's your name?"

"Charlotte." I quietly answered. I didn't know what to say really or how to talk to him. He was famous. What in the world do you say to someone famous.

"Well Charlotte you scared me there. If you'd been unconscious for five more minutes I would've brought you to a hospital." I bit my lip, looking down at my lap. I had these really bad panic attacks lately. I didn't get them often but when I did they were the worst. I'd feel like dying and then faint, being out for a good couple of minutes.

"I'm sorry." I said. "I just have really some bad anxiety."

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because now you have to deal with me." Saying that out loud made me feel even worse. I didn't want to bother him. I know how busy his life was and now he was sitting here with me, probably dying to get away.

"Charlotte, look at me please." He said. I felt how he carefully placed his hand on my cheek so he could turn my face. I looked up at him, staring straight into those beautiful brown eyes. "I did what every normal person would do. You fainted and stayed unconscious for way too long, so I got you out of there. I would've been a terrible person if I hadn't done anything so don't you even dare to think that you're bothering me because you're not."

"Thanks Dylan, really." I smiled at him and he smiled back. We sat there on that bench for awhile, not saying anything at all. I didn't want to leave though, it was nice being here with him. I took a quick look at my watch, realising it was already six thirty. Shit. "I better go now." I started. I got up from the bench and so did Dylan. I scratched the back of my neck, something I always did when I was nervous. "I'm gonna miss my bus if I don't leave now and my mother will literaly kill me if I'm late for dinner."

"You're not gonna take the bus." He said, suddenly souding a bit bossy.

"What?"

"It's like forthy degrees outside. I'm not gonna let someone who just had a panic attack step on a driving sauna. Let me bring you." My eyes widened and I think my jaw was almost to the ground. Did he really just suggest to bring me back home. That was just too much.

"Dylan no. You've done so much for me already." But he shook his head at me.

"My car is parked just around the corner. Come on." A smirk appeared on his perfectly shaped lips and he grabbed my hand, pulling me with him to his car.

Dylan pulled up right in front of our driveway. I thanked him, got out and then realised he had gotten out as well. I looked at him, not really sure what he was doing.

"Just making sure you don't faint right in front of your door." He laughed. I chuckled with that, shaking my head. I walked up the driveway and towards the front door, searching for my keys in my purse as I did so. Dylan shambled behind me. I was just about to put the key in it's lock when the door swung open, revealing my mother.

"Oh hey honey, I was just gonna get the mail." She smiled at me and then her eyes landed on Dylan. "And who are you?" She asked him, a huge smile on her face.

"I'm Dylan m'am."

"Please call me Grace." She said. "Are you joing us for dinner Dylan? I've got plenty." Right then and right there I just wanted to die. She did not just ask Dylan O'Brien to join us for dinner. She didn't just do that.

"Mom!" I shouted. "That's Dylan O'Brien, you know the famous actor." My mother turned around, looking at me like she didn't give a frick and well, she probably didn't.

"Charlie honestly, it could've been the president standing right in front of me, I don't care. Even actors got to eat you know." I rolled my eyes at her and she just turned around again. "Now Dylan, would you like to join us?"

"Sure." He replied and I felt like I was gonna faint again.