Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Media is Shit

Sitting in the car next to him I feel his hand tighten around mine as he lets out a deep breath.

"Thank you for coming with me today. It will really show them that we don't care about what they think or what they are trying to do Y/N, just by us being seen together more and more is pissing them off." He leaned over and kissed my cheek as the car came to a rolling stop.

"Mmmhm." Was all I even wanted to say. I thought it was a bad idea for me to come today, despite what he thought.

"Okay Mr. O'Brien, we've arrived." The driver, Stephan spoke. Dylan had asked me to come to his next roll signing for his next movie, knowing there would be tons of people, paparazzi and fans alike, outside waiting his arrival, he asked me to come with him today- as a kinda stab at them all. The shit media was painting him dating just a normal girl as a weakness and stupid move, yet we had been together for over a year, and he had managed to keep it a secret until 5 ½ months ago when candids were shot of us out and about around his families home, and then every interview after that was about those said candids, and finally someone had leaked that we were in fact a couple. It didn't matter who, it was just bothersome.

It was getting harder and harder to get along with him, since the media and rude fans that couldn't accept out relationship, kept coming up in our conversations. All the hate he got- all the death threats I received- pissed us both off, but probably him more so than I. The media didn't agree, nor did some fans, with Dylan dating just some girl he met in a park walking her dog. They thought that he was too good for me, and that pissed him off because he was always telling me... That I was too good for him... But anyways.

As he went to go push the door open I pulled him back,

"I don't think it's a good idea for me to go up there with you. I'll just stay in the car. The cameras will know that I came with you, since the sneaky bastards always get shots into the car some how. But I really don't think it's really that smart for me to go up there with you babe. Maybe we can go for a small walk or something in an area where we know is less crowded, but still has paps in it, that the general public can't get to or something, but I will get into a physical fight if I step out of this car with all those cameras and bitches screaming slanderous names, even though they don't even know me." He was caught off guard, I could tell. His eyes were searching mine for answers and in a pleading way too. He squeezed my hand again and let it go, placing it on my left cheek.

"Baby look, that's just it, they don't know you. You need to show them that, and that you are willing to fight for me." His hand was warm and his voice was slightly apologenic and understanding.

"But that's just it. I shouldn't have to prove anything, or even fight for you. If they are really your 'fans' like they say the are, they'd be happy for you. No matter what. And as far as the paps go, and the media is concerned, they can fuck off. They know nothing about me." He smirked a little bit and then kissed my forehead, accepting the fact I wasn't going in with him.

"You're right. I'll be back in ten minutes, tops. Alright? I'll go in, sign, and get out." He flung the door open, a sea of flashes and shouting people awaiting him. Security had a tough time closing the door behind him it was so bad even. I watched as the big guys had to push past all of the waiting people just to get him fifteen feet to the door. This was madness and it was pissing me off.

**10 Minutes Pass**

I sit with my arms crossed over my chest as he emerged from the building, into the same storm as before. He plunged back into the car and Stephan wasted no time speeding off.

"So?" I looked at him for a few moments, the frown on his face wasn't very exciting.

"Did you see what they painted on the back window?"

"How could I have missed it Dyl. I sat right here and watched them do it. Still think me going inside was a good idea. It was hard enough to keep my rage contained as I sat in the car as they screamed." I wasn't mad, just making conversation. With an upset tone, but not towards me, he spoke.

"I'm done. I'm just done with this. I've had enough." He shifted to lean on the armrest on the door, pulling his body away from me. I shut my eyes and set my head back on the rest and hummed a song, arms still folded from before.

When we got back to his house, where we lived, thankfully in a gated community, he just went inside without a word. No looks. No words. No gestures. No body language. Nothing, just blankness. I followed him up the steps and closed the door behind us.

"You were right before. You shouldn't have come with me today. I'm sorry." His tone was flat, genuine, but flat, and his back was towards me. He didn't look at me because I could tell he was frustrated with himself for not trusting and listening to me from before hand. We stood there in silence for a bit before he broke it again and headed to the room. By himself. He called behind himself,

"I'm sorry Y/N. I just need some time babe. I'll come down when I've calmed down some. I love you." And he rounded the corner and disappeared.

While he was taking time to be alone, I took some time to pack a small bag with clothes from the laundry room so he wouldn't see me doing so, and so he could be alone. I thought maybe it was best if I took a few days to be separate from him, since me being with him was only more stress and discomfort weighing on his shoulders. As I finished packing I could hear him walking, pacing above me in his room. I quietly shut the door and made my way over to the garage door, grabbing my keys from the hook where they sat. With my small backpack with a few outfits slung over my shoulder, I headed into the garage, ready to almost give up basically.

"Where are you going?" A low voice made me stop. I turned around, my eyes stinging from the tears forming in them.

"I think it'd just be best if I left..." I paused to wipe away an escaped tear, "For a while. This is too much for you right now. And unlike those twats, I do love you, and I'm willing to let you go if I have to so that you can be comfortable, safe, less stressed, and focused. And you said it yourself Dylan, you're done. You're done with this shit. If I'm with you... This god damn bull shit is just going to get worse. So I'm opting to leave, at least for a little bit." His face became very angry in the blink of an eye and his body ridged.

"I'm not done with THIS. I'm done with THAT!" His voice boomed through the house, and I flinched. He walked quickly to me, slamming the door shut, grabbing my arm and tossing the bag aside. He trapped me between the door and himself, breathing heavily, our bodies inches apart. I dared not to breath, if I did the space between us would close, my chest touching his. "You think you leaving to give me space and time is going to help at all? Babe, I'd be lost without you. Having you around de-stresses me, can't you see that. I come back from a long day of shooting and come up those stairs to see you in that office. Wearing your adorable reading glasses, typing a paper for one of your classes. And that's comforting to know I get to come back to that. I get back from a week long promotional thing, or interview trip to see you on the couch with the dogs in my tee shirt, eating an entire half gallon cartain of ice cream, watching your favorites movies. And that makes me more focused on the work I do Y/N. To ensure I do my job right and get back to you in time to take care of you and support you while you finish off your degree." He grabbed my waist and pulled me in, "You leaving won't solve anything, it will only cause more problems for me. It's not your job to keep me safe, it's my job to keep you safe, and if you leave I cannot do that. I can't keep you safe from all of the jealous, bitter assholes that are out there." He stopped speaking to catch his breath, as he was breathing very, very hard from pushing out all of those words.

"Dylan...." My voice was small and mousy.

"Shh, it's fine. Don't say anything okay. Nothing. I'm in THIS, for the long hull. And I don't care if they never accept you, you're my girlfriend and I accept you. And I love you. They, don't matter. I'm over THAT, but not THIS." His eyes drilled into mine with such strength and love that I knew he wasn't going to let me go, ever. "Just come be with me now. Let's just sit down, watch your favorite movies, and eat that cartain of ice cream. Alright?" He pressed his forehead to mine and I nodded. "Good. In the morning I'll call to have an interview set up with someone, and I'll make a statement about how all of that shit out there needs to stop, because you, my angel," He hoisted me up, wrapping his arms under my but to support me as he carried me into the living room, "Aren't going any where."

A/N: Hope you enjoy C: Bye people.