Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Close Contact

A/N: Just saying, I have another Thomas Sangster Imagine book, so if you guys want to read it. Sure go ahead. I'm really bored, lol, but yeah. I'm so hungry, bye guys.

It feels like -10 degrees in your bedroom and you really aren't sure why. All day you've been complaining about the cold but Dylan doesn't seem to feel it. It's been annoying, but it doesn't seem to push you over the edge until it starts preventing you from sleeping at night.

You're wrapped up in a ridiculous amount of clothing and it still doesn't seem to be doing the trick. After minutes of torture, you let out a deep groan and shout, "How is it possible for someone to be as cold as I am right now and not already be dead? I can't even focus on anything other than my body temperature."

Dylan is sitting up in bed on his phone when he stops typing to look at you. "You're really that cold? I feel a chill but I'm fine."

"Yes, I'm freezing. Maybe even literally, who knows."

"You're shivering like crazy. Here, maybe if you come closer to me my body heat will make you warmer." He puts his phone down and lays on his pillow. You slide so you're directly next to him and he wraps the blanket tightly around you. You're both on your sides facing one another.

You lay there for a few seconds but nothing seems to have changed. "I don't think it's working," you say in an annoyed tone.

"Place your hands and your face against my chest or something," he lays on his back and you do as you're told.

"This might work, we'll have more contact this way."

Dylan snorts. "We would have awesome contact and you would get heated faster if we were naked, but I won't push my luck here. Maybe if you get your heart rate up you'll-" You cut him off by lifting your head to give him a dirty look.

"What?! I'm joking! Sort of." He winks at you and you start to laugh. "Do you feel warmer?" He asks.

"Yeah, a little." You intertwine your legs with his and close your eyes slowly. You rise and fall with his chest after every breathe he takes. He strokes your back lightly with his fingers and you feel comfortable but weird at the same time. You start the conversation back up again by saying, "This is a bit awkward."

"What is?"

"We don't usually sleep in this position."

Dylan takes a big breathe as if he's about to load a mouthful on you. "Well, usually you're hogging the blanket and I'm hanging off the bed since you've claimed most of it. Now that you need my help you decide to let me into your personal space."

You playfully hit his chest and he begins to laugh. You look up at him and say, "I can't be responsible for anything I do in my sleep, it's not my fault I move around a lot!"

You can start to feel yourself getting better but when Dylan asks once again if you're warmed up you respond with,

"Uh, no. Nope, still cold." The smile that comes across your face afterward gives him a hint that you aren't exactly telling the truth.

He rolls his eyes at you and let's out a sly smile before saying, "Sure, you liar."

Your voice rises. "Fine! I'm warmer now. This doesn't mean you can gloat because you helped."

Dylan rolls his eyes once again and shakes his head. "Oh I'm not gloating because I helped, I'm gloating because you didn't want to have to let go of me. You can admit it, Y/N."

You laugh at this possibly true accusation and let out a simple, "Goodnight, Dylan." Before placing your head back on his chest and closing your eyes again.