Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Feeling Down

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You dwindled your thumbs, fidgeting incisively. One tear after another slid down your cheek and onto the crumbled bed sheets beside you. You stare at the plain wall, over thinking everything and more.

You can't remember the course of action that brought you to this place, but you had never felt so low. It felt as if your life was just crumbling around you, nothing was helping. You had shut off all of your music long ago, giving up on the hope of a Beyoncé girl power tune or a hopeful Charlie Puth song.

Each minute passed by as your eyes dried and you grew more tired. You did;t think you could cope. Just sitting on your bed wasn't helping, but you just couldn't be bothered. Sitting there... hopelessly... helplessly. Nothing could pull you from your slump. You felt your bones stiffen at the thought of never moving again.

Your eyes were stinging, but the tissues were way to far away. You considered the possibility that this was it, that you would never accomplish anything again. You would never have a baby, get married or even finish your degree. You would never see his smile ever again. That thought alone crumbled you into a million pieces. You missed his smile. His warm embrace. You needed him. Now more than ever, you relied on him for his support.

Your phone vibrated relentlessly on the bedside table and you hoped eventually it would just die.

Too much time was passing. You had barely moved. It wasn't until your door shook that you even considered the outside world. Your mind was becoming your worst enemy.

"(Y/N)!" His voice was breaking, you could hear that he was on the verge of tears, his strong and powerful voice also seemingly so weak.

You tried to pull you neck back, you mouth falling slightly agape. He rushed by the path of your possessions you hadn't bothered to clean up and the bed dipped as he pressed his hand against your face.

"Look at me, baby," your vision was blurry, but you recognised the veins running through his hand and the touch was familiar. "Baby, I'm hear now, Dylan is here now," his tone was hushed now.

You slowly flicked your eyes towards his. You released a breath you didn't realise you had been holding as your cheek melted into the palm of his hand.

"Dyl," you breathed. He didn't hesitate for a second before wrapping his arms around you and practically tackling you to lay on the bed. You closed your eyes as you revelled in his familiar scent, a scent that reminded you of home.

Your front was pressed against his front as he rubbed up and down your back, playing with the tips of you hair. Your arms were still folded against you chest, smooth across the soft cotton of his shirt. His long legs slowly intertwined with yours as you lay lifelessly.

"Dyl," you breathe again.

"You don't have to say anything, baby," he continues to caress your hair, "just rest."

You have to pull your eyes open against his firm chest as it rises and falls. The pattern is soothing and you find yourself relaxing, the bones in your body releasing from the tensed position and your mind clearing.

"You know, (Y/N)," he whispers very quietly by your ear, so quietly you might have even missed it. "I love you so much," he continues. "Your my everything, my sunshine," he curls your hair between his fingers, "my heart, my love," he draws a heart along your spine, "my happiness and my girl," he presses slightly into your side to show you he's there.

"I love you, (Y/N)," he continues to whisper. A small silence between sobs before he continues.

"And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways," he hums. "Maybe just the," he slides his hand between your bodies to reach for your cold hands, "touch of a hand. Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day," he sings lightly as he wraps his fingers with yours.

You hum lightly against his chest to the tune of the song, snuggling into his radiating warmth. He continues to whisper the lyrics by your ear. You never knew why he was so warm, but you treasured it as you slowly let sleep take over.