Dylan O'Brien Imagines

"It wasn't your fault..."

Your POV

I'm sitting in the park, writing my blog. I get most inspiration there.

I hear someone faintly shouting my name. I turn around to see Olivia, my arch nemesis, darting towards me. I stand up and prepare to run but before I know it, her strong fingers are grasping hold of my shoulder, her sharp French manicured finger nails digging into me.

I try to cleverly dodge her but it doesn't work. She giggles and stares at me smugly.

"So... You think you're going to get away with this, huh?"

"Wha... Wait, what?"

"Shut up." She said, placing her leg infront of mine. I'm already in pain just like this and then soon I'm in agony.

"Oww..." I moan as she pushes me over forwards. My knee clicks and I fall to the ground. I can't bend it or straighten it. My eyes are stinging and I can't control the tears dribbling down my cheeks.

She looks rather surprised but tries to maintain a brave face.

She runs away, looking back repeatedly as I hold my knee, screaming.

I can't reach my phone. It's about a metre away from me. I feel sick and I start to sit up. I can't. I feel dizzy. I look for help but everyone's a blur. I close my eyes. I can't control keeping them open at all. I slowly drift...

Dylan's POV

"Oh my god... Y/N!" I shout running towards Y/N, who is sprawled across the floor, faintly closing her eyes.

I sit down beside her and listen to her breathing. She is, but very unevenly. I shake her and she squirms, saying ow.

"What... What the hell happened?"

"Olivia... Oliv-"

"Her?" I interrupt trying to hide my severe anger. I clench my fists and try to not let a tear role down my cheek. I know Olivia has always been horrible to Y/N, but this has gone to far. I just can't bare to see someone so close to me in pain.

"Y/N... There's no service... I can't call anyone... There's a hospital 2 blocks from here. I'll carry you." I suggest.

Without any hesitation, I gently lift her up into my chest. She screams multiple times until she says her position is bearable.

"Ok... We'll take it slow..."

I walk slowly and steadily as we make our way to the hospital.

*At the hospital*

Your POV

"Dylan?" I ask, glaring at him. We are in the cast room and we are waiting for the nurses to return with the news.

"Ye... Yeah." He replies, coughing. His eyes water and he says it's the air conditioner.

"Dylan, it wasn't your fault."

A tear roles down his cheek.

"Dylan... Stop..."

A tear roles down mine.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry." He echoes hugging me.

"It's fine."

"It's no-"

"It wasn't your fault." I say, firmly.

The nurse comes in and casts up my knee. They confirm it's broken in two places. I have cruches too and Dylan has never looked more guilty. While we're waiting, I seem to have had enough.

"Dylan?" I ask.

"Yeah?"

"Come here..." I say dragging him onto me.

I kiss him passionately and he strokes my hair. His tears fade and he pecks my head with his warm, soft lips. I smile at him and we are holding onto each other as I collect up my pain killers. Each time he begins to drift back to his very guilty face, I poke him with my cruch.