MR.O'BRIEN ↠ dylan o'brien

12

"Baby, wake up." I try to wake up Dylan, before the plane lands.

He stirs under my touch, and I shake him harder.

"Dylan!" I whisper.

"What?" he whispers back.

"The plane is about to land." he opens one eye.

He stretches and smiles at me. "Are you scared?"

"Yes." I state bluntly.

"Don't be, they're great people. I promise, they're just very loud." he tells me and I nod. "Like you." he quickly adds and winks.

My eyes go wide, and I smack his shoulder. "Shut up!"

"I'm just telling the truth." he shrugs.

"That is not the truth, you fucker." he pouts.

"You're mean."

"Suck it up, buttercup."

He opens his mouth to say something but I cover it with my hand. "Don't you dare."

-

Dylan and I enter the house. Him in front of me, and me hiding behind him like a 3 year old.

"Mom, Dad, where are you guys?"

"Dylan, I'm scared." I whisper.

"Suck it up, buttercup." he mocks me.

"I won't suck your buttercup if you don't shut up."

"Damn, you're mean." he turns around and fake cries. I smile, and give him a hug.

"Dylan!" I hear a woman's voice.

"Mom!" Dylan goes to hug his mother.

"You must be Arabella," she gasps. "She's so beautiful, Dylan." she attempts to whisper.

"Thank you." I giggle.

"I rather not shake your hand, but hug you." she gives me a hug. I quickly look at Dylan, and hug her back.

I hear Dylan laugh. "Come with us, your dad and sister are in the living room." Dylan grabs my hand and we walk into the living room.

I see his sister, Julia. He told me a lot about his family.

"Dad, Julia," Dylan grabs their attention.

"This is my.. girlfriend, Arabella."

-

NEXT DAY

"Arabella." I hear someone whisper.

"What?" I whisper back.

"Wake up!"

"No, wake up yourself." I turn over and lay on my stomach, pulling the pillow over my head.

I hear a low groan. "Wake up. Or I'll make you."

"Please make me." I whisper, slowly falling back to sleep.

I feel Dylan's hands move down to my shirt, and he flips me over, so I'm now laying on my back.

"Dylan! I'm trying to sleep." I pretend to cry.

"No." He kisses my shoulder.

I open my eyes and glare at him. "What time is it?"

"7:43." he checks his watch.

"Ugh, it's too early."

"Lets go get breakfast." he gets off the bed.

I hold out my arms, "carry me."

"The things i do for you." he picks me up, and carries me outside his bedroom. He walks down the stairs and soon, we're out the door.

He opens the passenger door and sets me down, gently, on the seat.

"Thank you." I smile and peck his lips.

"You're so very welcome, m'lady." he winks.

-

After breakfast, we go back to Dylan's parents house. Julia soon arrives with her fiancé.

Today is her baby shower, and I'm so excited. Last night we talked for about two hours, just getting to know each other. She's a great person, and I'm so happy for her and her fiancé.

Currently; Dylan and I are upstairs in his bedroom. I'm doing my makeup and he's just watching.

"What's this?" he picks up my concealer.

"Concealer." I answer him.

"What does it do?" he asks.

"They cover discolorations, lighten dark areas, disguise blemishes, and work in tandem with your foundation to achieve the appearance of an even skin tone."

"I have no idea what you just said.. But okay. Continue what you're doing, babe."

I laugh, and continue adding makeup.

"Why do you wear makeup?" he asks.

I shrug, "I don't know, I like it."

"But like, you're so stunningly gorgeous without it. I've seen you go days without makeup, I'm not saying you look bad with makeup on... you look freaking gorgeous with it, but without it, you're fucking gorgeous."

"Aw, thank you." I smile.

"I mean it, you know."

"And you're very beautiful yourself." I smile.

"What? No. You don't call men beautiful. I would very much like 'dashingly handsome' if I say so myself." He smiles widely.

"Dylan, you're dashingly handsome."