"Lola?" Dylan mumbled as he played with strands of my hair. His fingers moved absentmindedly through it and it was surprisingly soothing.
He's killing me right now.
"Hmmm," I hummed in response opening my eyes to look up at the gorgeous boy who lay facing me.
"What you thinking now?" He bit his lip as he stares down at me, his expression was unreadable though, "Sorry I'm curious, I just can't figure you out," he chuckled looking down at the grass between us, still playing with my hair.
"Well I'm trying to figure you out. It's hard though," I smiled up at him as he met my gaze again.
"How? I'm a pretty straight forward guy?" He chuckled, rubbing his nose slightly with his free hand.
"Not really," I giggled and bopped his nose.
He laughed at my childish action before copying it, "Yes really. I'm not difficult at all,"
"Nope not really," I laughed again before shivering slightly and snuggling closer to Dylan without thinking twice about it, since we've become closer, this thing had become a normal occurrence.
And i enjoyed it.
Because he's cute.
And I'm falling-
Nope can't think like that. Moving on.
"You think I'd know better than to trust a guy I can't figure out because he's difficult to read," I chuckled as I snuggled even closer into Dylan's chest as his arms situated themselves around my waist pulling me closer.
"Lola I'm not difficult to read seriously, maybe you just need to look closer," he chuckled and I swear to god his laugh sent a funny sensation throughout my entire body, "And I'd say that you're just smart in choosing who you choose to trust,"
"Yeah, I guess I am," I agree with him nodding slightly, "Because I trust you and you're amazing," I smiled up at him and saw him smiling down at me, his expression mirrored my own and I found myself getting lost in his gaze. Expect now he seemed readable.
"Maybe you're right after all, now you doesn't seem so hard to read at all," I whispered quietly, afraid speaking too loud would ruin the moment, "Realistically I should know everything; you've been in my life forever. But the last few years, you've become a little more mysterious, maybe the acting world comes with that,"
"It's made me a little mysterious huh?" He chuckled.
"Just a little," I smiled, "Harder to get a read on you maybe,"
"I'm not, I know what I believe and want I want in life, there's no mystery to me," he replied his gaze still locked with mine as he spoke softly.
"Not completely no, I'd say it's captivating... Or alluring even," I nodded to myself again, "Yeah they're better words to fit you,"
"They are?" He cocked an eyebrow at me as he smiled again, his hands settling on the small of my back as he draw circles with his forefinger.
"Yeah they are," I whispered glancing back up at him, our foreheads now touching almost and our gaze still not broken, "We always seem to end up here don't we?" I laughed quietly, closing the gap between our heads.
"Yeah we do," he smiled again biting his lip slightly.
God that makes me weak don't do it.
"I like it though," he added blushing slightly.
"Me too," I smiled and my breath caught in my throat as he bit his lip again.
Dammit you're making this so hard right now.
"God Lola please stop tickling my neck and playing with my hair," he groaned and I frowned up at him.
"Why? I thought it was nice?" I scrunched my eyebrows together and he groaned again.
"You look adorable when you do that," he blushed and biting his lip continued, "And I do like that, I like it a lot, like it's really turning me on a lot kinda liking it and it's really difficult not to kiss you right now,"
I blushed crimson before meeting his gaze, as he was bring that damn lip again "Well then maybe you should stop making it difficult for me and stop biting your damn lip," I rambled out but not once did I stop playing with his hair at the nape of his neck as we lay cuddled up on the grass.
There was barely any space between us but I could see the smirk on his face as he bit his lip even more teasing me.
"Stop Dylan," I whined wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing closer to him.
"Oh god now you really are making this difficult," he groaned and holding my waist, pushed me onto my back as he now hovered above me.
"So are you damn it," I blushed, covering my face with my hands but he took them away and I saw he was right above me, his nose nudging mine.
Eskimo kisses really? He will be the death of me.
"Now you're biting your lip Lo," he chuckled.
"Taste your own medicine Dylan," I whispered.
"You're right that is teasing and difficult," he smirked.
"Contain yours-" I started but I was cut off as he smashed his lips into mine.
I'm falling.
Hard.
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The memory of the moment I knew I'd fallen in love with Dylan played over in my mind as I recalled it to him driving back home. His discharge papers sat on the dashboard untouched and unread as he mulled over another story told him; again omitting my own name from the tale.
"How can I not figure out the identity of someone I'm so blatantly in love with?" He tugged at his hair, "I've been in love with her for half my life by the sound of it? Hell She's probably even visited and I've not known her face!"
"She's been in and out, I guess you could say," I shrugged, not wanting to give myself away, "Shes not angry Dylan, she understands,"
"I guess I should be thankful I have an incredible woman,"
"Yeah, you really should," I whispered, my own heart beginning to break.
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Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)
FanfictionI 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.
