Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Happy Birthday

It was killing you, resisting to scream "Happy Birthday" to Dylan. What a dumb idea. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Whose stupid idea was it to pretend we forgot it was Dylan's birthday? Stupidest idea ever.

In order to pretend you forgot your boyfriend's birthday, you were avoiding him, making you feel even shitter. You made him breakfast and lunch, cuddled with him watching whatever he wanted, but you didn't- you wouldn't- say "Happy Birthday". But the longer the day went on the more detached he became. Soon it was too easy to avoid him, he was avoiding you too.

I'm the worst girlfriend ever.

"Dylan! Are you ready to go yet?" you yelled upstairs.

"Yeah," he replied half-heartedly.

Man I hate doing this. It's his birthday. Come on. Why did I agree to this?

But you didn't want to ruin the surprise. You just hoped it was worth it and that he would like it.

The plan was that you would take Dylan over to Tyler and Seana's house for a "couples evening". Usually you do them every other Friday, but Tyler lied to Dylan that he couldn't this Friday and couples night should be some other time this week.

That was the first lie.

Then you had to continue to lie to him. From morning until 3. It was making you feel like crap.

Now it was time to go. Finally.

"Alright let's go," Dylan says bluntly.

He's upset and it's his birthday. I'm theworstgirlfriendever.

You debate on just telling him the truth and make him act surprised.

He's an actor. He could just pretend he didn't know.

You decide against it. You're at their house anyways.

"Dylan," he looks over, "I love you."

"Love you too," he mumbles.

You and Dylan walk up to the house.

"Don't be mad at me," you tell him.

"For what?" You swing open the door.

"Happy Birthday!" the crowd inside screams.

You read confusion, surprise, and a bit of anger off of Dylan's face.

"I hate you guys! I thought you forgot my birthday!" Dylan says jokingly but smiling from ear to ear.

The rest of the party went off without a problem. Everybody that was supposed to be there was there: all his friends, some of his close coworkers. Everybody was getting along and having a good time. And most importantly, Dylan was having a fantastic time. You'd glance over to him and he always had his big goofy grin on his face or was laughing.

"Finally I got you alone," you hear in your ear as two arms wrap around your waist.

Dylan.

"So you aren't mad?"

"Nah...Well maybe a little. I mean, you still haven't said it to me."

You smile, "Happy Birthday baby."

"Baby? I'm twenty-three now. I'm no baby."

"So we're good now?"

"Sure, we can be."

"Even after this?" you turn around, shoving cake on Dylan's face.

An evil smirk appears, "Oh of course," he answers as he shoves cake back onto your face.

"I love you," he tells you, smiling wickedly.

"I love you too," you reply as you give him a kiss, full of icing.