Innocent - A Dylan O'brien Fanfiction

Reality hurts

I felt a little disappointed, when i headed back to our room. I knew that i probably shouldn't be so desperate to kiss Dylan, but everything in me screamed after his touch. Holy shit, this wasn't just a crush! I was... i was falling in love with him.
I swallowed hard as i opened the door.
But why would he play with me like that, if he didn't return my feelings? I still heard the words he said in the closet.
We were so close to kissing. And the the 15 minutes were just over!
For one second i felt like the happiest girl alive, then again i felt like crying, because i felt so confused.
It was pitchdark in the hotel room and i could hardly find me bed.
I decided to call Tasha, even though i was pretty sure that she wasn't awake anymore. But it was worth a try.
Surprisingly she picked up immediately.
"Hello, my dear friend!", she greeted me.
"Hi. You aren't sleeping?"
"No, i never sleep at one a clock. I go to bed at three in the morning, when it's weekend."
"You are crazy."
"Yeah, maybe you are right. So, why did you call me? Did anything interesting happen?"
I waited a second, before i replied. I chose my words carefully.
"Well... Yes. We played truth or dare."
"Go on."
"And i got dared to do something bad. Something really bad." Lies, lies, lies. The dare was a blessing. I just didn't know how to handle it.
"Cammie, i can't believe that there's literally no information at all in any of your sentences. Please tell me a little more details."
"Fine, you want details? I almost.... No, i can't tell you." This whole conversation was making me a nervous wreck.
I heard Tasha sight. She sounded pretty annoyed.
"Are you trying to make me suffer?"
"What, no! I just... can't believe it happened."
"What happened? Oh... Wait what, you kissed him?! No way!"
"Shhh, you will wake up the intire hotel! I didn't kiss him."
"But?"
"But i almost kissed him." The words felt sweet, but also bitter on my tounge.
Silence. Dead silence.
"This is mindblowing. Cammie, we are talking about Dylan O'Brien."
"I know... It feels like a dream. I don't think i want to wake up."
"But... Why only almost?"
"Because we were in a closet for 15 minutes and then the door got ripped open."
"Why didn't you use those 15 minutes, for gods sake?"
"I am not that kind of girl, Thasha!" Or was i?
"This information is too much for me. A week ago Dylan O'Brien was unreachable."
"Things change so fast."
"I agree."
I heard Tasha yawn.
"Go to bed. I'll also sleep.", i said.
"Okay... Call me tomorrow. Or text. Promise?"
"Promise."
I smiled, while Tasha hung up.
I let out a long, sad sight and let myself fall on the bed. I saw the closet-scene playing over in over in front of my eyes.
And then i remembered what Dylan said; he wasn't dating Britt anymore.
A huge smile spred across my face, even if i knew i shouldn't be happy. But i was. God, i was as happy as Pharell Williams.
The smile faded away, when i realized, that it didn't change anything. Dylan was still a famous celebrity and i was a no one. Plus, he didn't show ronantic interest in me.
What happened in the closet wasn't real. He was probably a little drunk.
But he didn't drink alcohol. Or maybe i just didn't see him drink.
I stared on the white ceiling with mixed feelings and thought of what i could say to Dylan when he came.
Hey, so, why did we almost kiss?
No, that was a horrible question.
Hello, Dylan. Can we forget, that i actually was ready to kiss you in the closet?
Nope.
Dylan, closets are weird places. So its completely normal that we tried to do a weird thing in a weird place. It wasn’t weird.
The sentences were getting worse and worse.
And then thr door opened. I was blended by the strong light that filled the whole room suddenly. It was coming from outside.
"Sorry.", Dylan mumbled quietly and closed the door fastly.
I set up and opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came over my lips.
Dylan came to my bed.
"I hate to bother you with this, but you are sitting on my bed.", he explained, grinning amused.
"Oh", i just said. I felt how i was blushing, but in the dark he couldn't see it anyway.
"Blushing, huh? So you are sitting here on purpose?"
"Obviously not.", i said and stood up.
I walked straight to my own bed. I was such an idiot.
"Is Zoe fine?", i wanted to know.
"Yes."
He didn't say anything else after that and i didn't ask.
I was too tired to change, so i pulled the blanket over me, while i was still fully dressed.
Something hit my head in that moment. It didn't hurt, but i still yelled "Ouch"
I turned to Dylan, who was laughing.
He was sitting on his bed, turned towards me. He was holding a piece of paper.
"Did you just throw something at me?", i growled.
"It was a paper ball.", he answered and randomly threw one more in my direction.
"What the heck!" I picked it up and threw it back.
Sadly i missed.
Dylan kept looking at me for a while and i noticed something like desire in his eyes. But it couldn't be meant for me, could it?
"Why did you say those things in the closet?", i asked, before i could stop myself.
Dylan smiled charmingly: "I guess you'll never find out. Those 15 minutes are over."
With those words he turned away and also slipped under his blanket.
I didn't want it to affect me, but it did. I felt sarrow. His words hurt. Really much. The almost-kiss didn't mean anything to him. But of course, why would it? He was a celebrity, he could do anything he wanted to.
Tears filled my eyes and i couldn't stop it.