Our Thing || Dylan O'Brien

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After a long day at work, Dylan closed the front door of his apartment with a sigh. He was so tired that maybe if he wanted to he could just lay down on the couch and fall asleep in seconds. He had to wake up early around 6 AM and had to do a few scenes all over again because he forgot his lines. That was nothing like him, even when he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Surprisingly, he heard an angelic voice singing one of his favorite One Direction songs which made him stop walking towards the couch. The voice belonged to Cecelia, who was cooking chicken soup in the kitchen who had no idea he had come home already.

It didn't feel like it was real, having his favorite girl cooking for him on a Tuesday at his apartment. It felt like a dream as if he fell asleep at work and someone could be waking him up at any minute.

He didn't remember falling asleep though, so he walked into the kitchen to see her smiling down at the stockpot, stirring the soup with a ladle.

"Cecelia?" he said to get her attention and it worked, because she looked up at him immediately as she jumped. "Oh my god, Dylan," she laid a hand on her chest and giggled nervously, "you scared me."

Grinning cheekily, he walked up to her and kissed her cheek gently, "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to do that."

She shook her head and sighed, but was still smiling, "it's fine."

"So," he leaned onto the counter, putting his hands in his pockets while keeping his eyes on her beautiful face, "what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to surprise you" she answered simply as she grabbed the toast, putting them on a plate that she set down on the table. "How was your day?"

Dylan shook his head, starting to mumble about how his day was although he didn't want to talk about it. He wanted to hear her talk, especially when he was feeling exhausted.

They sat down at the table, grabbing both their bowl of chicken soup and a spoon. Dylan smiled at the blonde, glad he didn't have to wait until Saturday to see her. "And how was your day?"

"My day?" taking a bite of her toast, she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Woke up at 7, packed my bag, went to school, after school I went to the grocery store and... here I was, waiting for you to come home and cooking dinner."

"How about tonight?" he started, hoping she would stay the night. "I assume you've got school tomorrow and-..."

"I told my parents I was going to sleep over at Holland's," she giggled, feeling her cheeks heat up as she played with her hair, "so, yeah, I don't expect me coming home tonight, so-..."

"I'll sleep on the couch," Dylan interrupted her, winking at her while not being able to hide his wide grin."and you sleep in the bed, alright?"

"If it doesn't bother you" Cecelia mumbled as she looked down at her food, uncomfortably putting a strand of hair behind her ear. "And it's your bed, so-..."

"It's not bothering me," he shook his head, still grinning widely. "Not at all."

She looked up at him again and giggled shyly before continuing her dinner again, "okay."

Whatever it was that made her surprise him like that, it had definitely something to do with the conversation she had with Holland and Crystal. The girls were both acting really weird about it whenever he asked them about it, making him curious as hell. It made him also worried, having no idea what she was planning and if there was something coming her way to protect her from. But one thing he knew for sure, he was happy having her sleep over at his apartment on a Tuesday night and yup, he was definitely dreaming.