Dylan O'Brien Imagines

The Next Morning

You woke up to the shock of your life. The famous Dylan O'Brien was sleeping beside you. What happened last night? All you can remember is that you won a ticket to the Scorch Trials after party. You remember bits and pieces of talking to Dylan O'Brien. When you talked to him, it felt like you were going to explode with excitement. He seemed flirty; you did a few shots together. You thought you guys were at his apartment or a really nice hotel room. Somehow you managed to get out of bed without waking him. He looked cute sleeping, you thought in your head.

"Where are you going?" A groggy Dylan said, still half asleep. He was shirtless, and oh my god, you were freaking out. How did he manage to sound so hot?

"This was all a dream.....Go back to sleep," You blurted out. You went to the living room and found your purse. You assumed Dylan was back asleep. Hoping that you didn't forget anything, you closed the door ever so lightly.

Oh crap. You just realized you are wearing one of Dylan's shirts. Please let there be no paparazzi. Thankfully you successfully got out of Dylan's apartment and got a cab. Your hair looked like a mess, but thank god for hair elastics.

When you got home, your roommate immediately started asking questions. Of course, you told her what had happened. She was your best friend, after all. "So you just left, didn't even say goodbye or anything?"

"Nope, I panicked and told him it was a dream," You didn't want to seem like a clingy fan. "It wasn't like we were going to have a relationship anyway; he prob brings home girls all the time."

"Well, okay, I understand." Your roommate said, sounding a little glum.

"Why are you the one upset?" You asked.

"Because sleeping with Dylan O'Brien is a once in a lifetime opportunity."

"Why are you making it seem like I won a trip to Dubai? He's just a person."

"Alright, whatever you say."

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Dylan's POV:

It was the Scorch Trials after-party, and I was pretty bored. Thomas, Kya, and Ki Hong were too busy talking to other people. The other people here were kind of boring. Then I saw a girl who I've never seen before. She was stunning and looked like a good time, so I approached her. "Hi, I'm Dylan," I said, shaking her hand.

"Hi, I'm y/n," She replied. "So, what are you the star of the movie talking to me for?" I liked how sassy she was because most girls would be a fumbling mess around me.

"Well, y/n, I am just talking to a pretty girl who looks interesting. Is that a crime?"

"Put your hands up where I can see them," she said in a cheesy tone. We both chuckled. I knew we were going to have a fun time tonight.

We did a few shots and got a little drunk. I took her home to my apartment. The sound of rustling waked me up. Through my hangover, I vaguely made out the beautiful girl dressed in one of my baggy t-shirts. "Where are you going?" I asked her, still half asleep.

"This is a dream. Go back to sleep." After the mystery girl said this, I thought I was in a dream because she would go for me?

I woke up about an hour later. I was starting to remember what had happened last night. The Scorch Trials after-party and meeting a gorgeous girl. Was that really real and not a dream? I mentally high-fived myself. I really wanted to know who she was, so I phone Ki Hong Lee.

"Hey Dylan, how are you doing you? You  were getting kind of wild last night with the girl who won the passes for the after-party?" Ki Hong said.

"Really, I don't remember that much, but this morning when I woke up, she told me to go back to sleep and that I was in a dream, and then she ran for the hills."

Ki Hong started laughing over the phone."Nice man"

"Do you have her name by any chance?" I asked him.

"Why does someone have a crush?"

"No, Ki, I just want to talk to her because she seemed cool."

"Okay, man, no need to get defensive; I will ask around about it."

"Ki, please don't tell anyone. It was kind of embarrassing. No one does that to Dylan O'Brien". I said in a cocky tone.

"Well, now I defiantly have to tell everyone. Bye, Dylan" Before I could protest, he hung up the phone.

A week later, I got a text from Ki.

Ki Hong Lee: y/n and y/n number

Me: What?

Ki Hong Lee: Your mystery girl.

Me: Omg, I love you.

I phoned her number immediately and was eagerly waited for her to pick me up.

"Hello," I heard a feminine voice say.

"Hey, is this y/n?" I asked.

"Speaking, who is this?"

"It's Dylan O'Brien from The Scorch Trials movie. I just wanted to say I had a great night and that you left your shirt here."

"Um..thanks," The girl said meekly.

"Do you want to meet for coffee some were later today?"

"I would love to."

After she said that, we made arrangements to meet at a local coffee shop in the middle of where we both live; on the way out, I grabbed her shirt. Doing one final check on my hair, I made my way over.

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Your POV:

Holy crap, Dylan O'Brien wants to meet with you for coffee. I guess there was a pro to leaving one of your favourite shirts at his apartment and not saying goodbye. You were mysterious. Maybe Dylan was into those types of girls, you thought to yourself, laughing. You wore your hair naturally and put on a nice pair of jeans and a cute shirt. You decided to bring Dylan's shirt, just in case he wanted it back. A part of you hoped he didn't because after you washed it, you wore it to sleep, and it was comfy.

You met Dylan at Gindz. He looked super attractive, wearing a Mets shirt and joggers. "Hi," you said, sitting down across from him.

"Here is your shirt; people were giving me weird looks while I was walking around with it" His comment made you laugh as he gave it to you.

"Well, I'm guilty too. Here's your shirt; I accidentally left wearing it." You say while searching through your bag.

"You can keep it," Dylan said, giving you a warm smile. "I think I remember a glimpse of you wearing it before you saying 'you're in a dream, go back to sleep,"

You felt kind of embarrassed about doing that. You hoped he didn't think you were a bitch. "Sorry about that. I didn't want to have an awkward morning or seem too clingy."

"It's okay, but I think we should hang out sometime. You seem like an awesome girl" You blushed when he said the last part of his sentence.

"Yeah, for sure. I assume you already have my number, so put yours in mine."

That was the start of a great friendship. Then a good relationship. Then a good marriage. Dylan is the love of your life, and if you hadn't left that morning, you wouldn't be waking up to him every morning after.