I had seventy nine hours to remind him.
Seventy nine hours to tell him, not only who he was but who I was.
Seventy nine hours to tell him how we met.
I had just seventy nine hours to tell him just how we fell in love.
After that he'd be gone forever.
"Impressive," I called out, the song not completely unfamiliar. Dylan spun around clocking me immediately.
"Holy shit Lo! I didn't know you were-"
"Yeah I know, that makes it even funnier!" I laughed clearly feeling smug as I went and jumped on his bed.
"Didn't you know its rude to sneak up on people Lola?" He retorted cocking an eyebrow in an attempt to sound serious but failing miserably.
"Woops sorry," I laughed, then more seriously, "But seriously I didn't mean to scare you,"
"Nah it's alright, I was just doing more Internet learning about the o so fabulous Dylan O'Brien," he laughed wiggling his eyebrows.
"Eh I don't know, I think he's overhyped and not that great to be fair," I waved my hand dismissively, jumping up as he launched for me.
"Rude ass mother fucker,"
"Tut tut, what that mouth, there's sisters from the church across the hall you potty mouth," I shook my finger at him disappointed, "But, did you learn anything new?"
"Come on that was a dumb question, you know I could learn more than my entire life on here if I wanted," he rolled his eyes.
"True," I nodded, "Avoid fanfics, it'll scar you,"
"Your warning about tumblr came too late to save me the other day so I'll make note of this one," he stopped on a Twitter account and chuckled, "Found you though," he flashed my own twitter page at me cheekily.
"I hate you Dyl pickle," she mocked.
"Oh, I also found out you're the one responsible for that nickname, thanks by the way?"
"What? I'll have you know the Rugrats was a great show!" I laughed backing away from him as his glare stuck to me.
"I hate you," he scowled, knowing I was right.
"You could never," I laughed, knowing again, I was right, "So what else did you find?"
"Well without allowing the Internet to tell me too much about myself, things I've already heard from people, more basic facts, friends social pages, loads of photos and oh look at this!" He beamed, clearly proud he'd been able to find all the fun stuff without overloading himself or finding the scary sides of the fandom world.
He grinned excitedly, turning my laptop around to face me, an Instagram account I knew all to well displayed.
lolaxdylan
A fan account dedicated to mine and Dylan's entire life. If there were pictures of every existing moment in our lives, this girl had them and dedicated her life to making edits for us.
"I've seen that account, she makes amazing edits," I smiled fondly, sitting down beside Dylan so I had a view of the screen, "If there were ever an account that could tell you everything you needed to know about yourself, this would be it,"
"I won't scroll too far then, I get the feeling it might overwhelm me," he began looking through recent posts, noticing she hadn't posted in over a week, "She's been M.I.A for a whole week, aw I like that photo," he clicked on one from weeks ago and I held my breath, knowing the caption that was with it.
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lolaxdylan I've just seen live newsreport from the scene of the rumoured accident confirming in fact that Dylan and Lola's reported accident is true and I'm truly heartbroken. Dylan's said to be in bad shape and needing emergency surgeries, guys it doesn't look good. I'm taking a break from all social media, as this is not as important as praying for his upmost and safe recovery as soon as. I ask you all to keep him in your thoughts and prayers, his friends and family too. Lola is ok and with him currently and is apparently remaining by his side until he's back to full health. I love you both and hope you recover soon. Xxx
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I gulped as I watched Dylan read the sweet caption, tears springing to my eyes as I realised this would be the first time he read something about the accident that lead to him being hospitalised in the first place.
"You okay Dyl?" I looked sideways, his face was still and unreadable.
"Yeah, I just realised I don't even know what exactly the accident was," he chuckled slightly, "Surely that should be the first thing I asked about right?"
"Subconsciouslyyou probably did know, as your memories are being suppressed by the trauma of it, your brain probably didn't want to relive the ordeal, so you didn't ask," I shrugged, realising I probably wasn't making sense.
"Probably," he nodded, his attention going back to the photo and its lovely caption wishing a speedy recovery, "Where was this picture taken?"
"I think it was at an awards ceremony a month or so ago, you were nominated for best male lead," my voice tailed off as I realised he wasn't listening to me at all, "Dyl?"
"Lo..," his voice was careful, "Listen, 'the scene of the rumoured accident confirming in fact that Dylan and Lola's reported accident is true' why does this sound, a little different?"
"What do you mean?" I frowned, not understanding.
"It says Dylan and Lola's accident," he snapped his head to face me, his features now confused and displayed hurt, shock and something else I didn't catch, "Tell me you wasn't in the accident too? Tell me that's not true?"
