Innocent - A Dylan O'brien Fanfiction

The Shower, My Bra and Dylan

I woke up to the sound of crying. Someone was crying.
I blinked into the dark, but i couldn't see a thing.
"Please. Show Merci.", someone whispered. Then the crying started again.
Slowly my eyes got used to the darkness and i could see clearly.
It was him. Dylan was crying.
Why? This sound made me shiver.
"No. Don't. I beg you.", he cried.
He was talking in his sleep. I felt so sorry for him, and at the same time i was completely horrified.
Slowly i climbed out of my bed and went to his.
He was shaking and his face was completely pale and covered in tears.
I started panicking. What if this was some kind of Epilepsy attack? What was i supposed to do?
My first instinct was to grab him and wake him up. So that's what i decided to do.
I pulled the blanket of him and thought that would wake him. But he kept shaking, crying and saying all those things about 'showing merci'.
"Dylan!", i said.
Nothing happened.
"Dylan!", i said a little louder.
Finally he reacted. He opened his eyes. His pupils were huge, full of fear.
"Cammie.", he said and then his voice broke. He started shaking again.
I helped him out of the bed and he held onto my like i was his last chance to survive.
Honestly, i was afraid. Really afraid.
I brought him to the shower.
He gave me a weird look and i blushed.
I couldn't undress him, could i? Well, i had to. He was obviously feeling horrible. The shaking didn't stop.
"I-i won't undress you, Dylan.", i explained.
"Cammie, now's not the time for being shy.", he said. Then his jaw tensed and he closed his eyes in pain. He couldn't breathe. Damn it, he couldn't breathe!
I just turned the water on and stepped together with him under the shower. Soon all my clothes were wet and as were his.
His white shirt was sticking onto his chest. That was a quite nice advantage.
He couldn't even stand on his own.
Then the shaking finally stopped. And all the tension dropped.
"You scared the crap out of me!", i yelled and let him go.
My wet hair was stuck to my face and i knew i probably looked like a chicken.
Dylan didn't say a word. He was just looking at me.
It took a second, until i realized why.
Oh shit.
I was also wearing a white shirt. And a black bra. Shit shit shit.
"Umm... sorry.", Dylan said and forced himself to look at my face.
I felt how my cheeks were turning red.
I tried covering my visible bra with my arms, but it didn't help.
"At least it's pretty.", Dylan said, grinning. His typical, teasing grin.
"Shut up.", i mumbled.
Dylan just saw me as good as naked. Again, i felt my cheeks burning.
I wanted to go out of the shower, but Dylan pulled me back by my arm.
"Stay.", he whispered. He still looked pale.
"What were you talking about?", i asked.
"When?"
"When you were sleeping."
He looked away.
What was i even doing here? Since when did i shower together with Dylan in the middle of the night?
"I didn't realise i was talking.", he said slowly.
"Well you did.", i said.
Okay, Cammie, it's time to leave this shower, or something very bad will happen.
"I'm sorry i woke you up.", Dylan said. He finally looked directly at me again. I registered, how his gaze wandered to my body again.
"No! Look up!", i hissed.
He bit his lip and looked at the ceiling.
"You should never, ever, stand in front of me dressed like that. And most of all, you shouldn't expect me to not stare.", he said.
I didn't know what to say. Suddenly my intire body was on fire.
I couldn't deny it; i liked what i heard.
Dylan looked at me again.
"Thank you for helping me.", he said.
"Of course i helped you.", i replied. My heart was beating faster and faster. He was too close. He didn't know what he was getting himself into.
"You are beautiful.", he said, biting his lip again.
"What?" I couldn't stop staring at those gorgeous lips.
"I want to remove your shirt, Cammie.", he amitted, breathing heavily.
He touched my hair softly and came one more step closer. Soon i felt his hips pressed against mine.
I stopped breathing.
"Why... Why don't you do it then?", i asked.
What the heck was i saying?
Dylan smiled: "Do you want me to do it?"
Everything in me was screaming 'yes'.
"No.", i said, pressing my hands against his muscular chest.
He seemed surprised.
"Why?", he asked a little confused. He was so cute, when he was confused.
"Because i want to take off your shirt first.", i explained and gave him a little, wicked smile.
He pulled back as fast as he had come close.
"You should go to bed.", he said. His voice was cold, distant.
I didn't understand; what did i do wrong?
I blushed again, but this time out of pure embarrassment. He didn't want me to take off his shirt.
God damn it, now i was standing here as a complete idiot!
Suddenly i felt really uncomfortable standing here half naked and the water felt too cold on my skin.
"Yeah, yeah... You are probably right.", i mumbled.
And bonjour, my dear tears.
I turned away faster to hide the fact that my foolish self was crying over something like this. But Dylan had no idea, how much this one moment had meant to me. And now it was over because of me. Or because it was just wrong.
I still heard how Dylan put off the water.
I took a towel and walked into our room.
I changed fastly, while Dylan was doing the same in the bathroom.
The tears didn't stop. Even when i was already lying in my bed with dry clothes and Dylan entered.
At least he didn't hear it.

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Heyyy, i lost a lot of readers cuz i didnt write for a long time, but can the few of you, who r still reading this story,  comment if you enjoy reading it? Rlly need some feedback to inspire me.
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