something immortal. (dylan o'brien)

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I opened my eyes, immediately feeling my head throbbing. I closed my eyes shut, as I groaned in pain. I could barely remember anything that happened last night, the last thing I could remember was playing seven minutes in heaven. 

I slowly opened my eyes again, making sure I wasn't laying in some place I didn't know. Thankfully I was laying in my own bed, with the sunlight shining onto my face, making me feel all warm. 

I realized I was wearing my pajamas, the thick blanket wrapped all around me. I slowly sit up in the head, feeling my headache pounding even more. I groaned in pain as I held my hand on my forehead, hoping it would go all away. I felt my stomach churning in sickness, I felt like I had to puke, but I never did . 

"Hey, you're awake!" 

"Mmmm." I mumbled uncomfortably from all the yelling, though I quickly remembered that that was Dylans voice. In my bedroom. 

"Umm, wh-what happened last night?" I asked cautiously, hoping that I didn't have drunk sex with Dylan. Dylan smiled in amusement as he brought breakfast in bed to me. I glanced up at him thankfully, grateful that he had also brought Aspirin with a glass of water.

"Well, you got really, really drunk, and then I took you home and put you to bed." He finished, sitting beside me on the bed, he was wearing the same clothes he was yesterday I think. Which made me a little more worried, and he could easily tell what I was thinking about. 

"And no, we did not sleep together. I just stayed here for the night, making sure you were okay." He explained, handing me the glass of water as I picked up the pill. 

I glanced up at him, his dark chocolate eyes made me feel like I was falling into them.

"So you don't remember anything that happened last night?" He asked, playing with the little string that was on my blanket, not looking at me as he asked. I frowned in confusion, had something happened between us last night? 

"No, the last thing I remember was playing seven minutes in heaven with everyone." I concluded as I slowly pulled the blankets off of me, and standing up from the bed, hoping to get a head start on my day. However, that's a little hard to do when you wake up in the afternoon.

Dylan just nodded, as he stood up as well, towering over me. I looked up at him, gazing at his dark eyes as they glimmered with the sunlight shining over his face. 

I took a deep breath, controlling myself as I walked past him, towards the bathroom. I frowned in confusion, staring at myself in the mirror. 

"Did you take my makeup off last night?" I asked, still in the bathroom as he stood awkwardly in my bedroom. 

"Uh, yeah, I think I did it right, wasn't sure. Sorry." 

I felt my insides churning, though out of happiness this time. I smiled, as I looked down at the floor shyly, thinking of how sweet he was. I didn't say anything else as I closed the door behind me, and cautiously peeled my clothes off as I got into the shower. 

I tried to make it a fast shower because Dylan was still in the other room. As I massaged my scalp with shampoo, I tried to think of everything I needed to do today. Thankfully, we didn't have to go onto the set today. However, I did have to do a modeling shoot today for Vogue because of the new movie. 

A few moments later when I had finished I turned the knob and stepped out of the shower, a part of me was hoping Dylan would come in the bathroom, but another part of me was obviously protected of my body and didn't want anyone to see. 

"Dylan? Are you there?" I called, as I looked around the bathroom floor, grunting in annoyance that I had forgotten to grab a change of clothes and a towel.

"Yeah, I'm here."

I licked my lips anxiously as I frantically hopped around a bit, I slowly turned the knob of the door.

"Uh, don't look please."

I heard him chuckle a bit, but he agreed once I had fully opened the door. I perked around the corner, seeing Dylan covering his eyes with his fingers, walking around the room. Quickly as I could I scurried out of the bathroom and to my closet to grab my bath robe. 

My back was to Dylan as I tried searching desperately for my bath robe. 

"I forgot how nice your ass was." 

I spun around, grabbing a t shirt to cover myself up as fast as I could. I felt my face grow red hot, as I pointed my finger at him, my hair was dripping wet, making the floor wet as well. 

"No!"

Dylan quickly widened his eyes and covered his eyes with his hand, laughing like a middle school boy. I sighed, though I tried to hide my smile as I quickly grabbed the bath robe that I finally found and wrapped it around my body and sighed in relief. 

"I have to go to a shoot today for Vogue, which says 'I 'm super excited, but not too excited, like I don't care?'" I asked as I held up two sets of clothing in front of him. 

He peeled his fingers off of his eyes and looked at both of them, until he finally pointed his finger to the second one. I looked down at the second one, it was just a pair of tight leather pants and a wine red crop top, along with a couple sets of jewelry. 

I nodded my head, and hurried to the bathroom to change in private without Dylan commenting. 

As the day went on, I did start to remember everything that had happened last night, however I never said anything to Dylan, especially about what had happened in the closet. I didn't want him to know that I remembered, I didn't want to bring it up and cause nothing but awkwardness with him. 

Oh but all I wanted was to be back in that closet with him.

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