Parallels | Dylan O'Brien

22 - O Fortuna

Los Angeles
-Dylan O'Brien-

All three of us had fallen asleep in my car that night, but when I woke up, and it was nearing the morning, I decided to drive us all to my flat. I didn't wake either of the girls, only when my car came to a halt in my parking spot, Lydia woke up. She looks cute when she's all drowsy and unsure.

"Where are we?" she asks, her eyes tiny and squinty from the lack of sleep.
"At mine," I tell her softly and get out of the car. She follows swiftly as I open the door to the backseat. After carefully shaking my best friend and calling out her name, she finally wakes up. I explain where we are, and then all three of us go inside.
"You two can take my bed, I'll take the couch," the two just nod, too tired to say anything. I am too tired to say anything. So, without saying anything else, we split up. The girls go into my bedroom and I lay myself on the sofa. My mind wanders off to everything that had happened tonight. The photography workshop where Lydia completely let go of her fence, and how I fell even more for her. The party plays in my mind next. Some of the parts are blurry, but one part, the part where we had kissed, that one is clear as day. I remember how she looked, and the lust in her eyes. I remember how her full lips felt on mine and how much I loved the feeling. Some parts of me wished she was here, with me. Some parts of me wished she wouldn't sleep in my bed with Holland. Some parts of me wished she wouldn't make me feel this way.

When I wake up in the morning, Lydia is sitting at my feet on the couch with a laptop on her lap. Her face is focused on whatever's on the screen. Her eyebrows are furrowed, almost as if she's confused.
"Hey," I mumble, poking her leg with my toe. She looks up at me and her furrowed eyebrows relax as a smile appears.
"Morning," she says back, chirpily, or tries to. The chirpiness is taken over with the worry and the confusion from before. She focuses on the screen again, scrolling down. I then realize she's taken my laptop. Obviously. I don't think she'd take it with her to a party.
"What's wrong?" I question, worried about her.
"We're on the internet," she mumbles, not taking her eyes off the screen.
"What do you mean?" I don't bother to move. I don't feel like it, I'm good where I am. She swats her hand to my legs, signaling to lift them up. I do so and she scoots beneath them. My legs rest upon her thighs and the laptop on my legs. She shows me the screen. A picture is seen on the screen. It's dark, the quality isn't even that great, but you can easily tell it's us two. Us two, last night outside the club, kissing. I knew someone would've seen it. I knew they would've caught it.
"Dammit," I mumble and rub my face.
"What do we do now?" she asks, a little worried. She doesn't know how die-hard my fans are. The Stydia shippers, the Dylmas shippers and even still some Brittan shippers. They go so hard at times, it's crazy. I wished they didn't sometimes.
"Hope it doesn't blow up?" I try to calm her worry and mine. She sighs, and her teeth dig down into her bottom lip. She's worried about it, and so am I. But it'll be fine, and it'll blow over. At some point. "Hey," I whisper and reach my hand towards her long, strawberry blonde hair I've always loved. She looks at me, her eyes tired and anxious. "It'll be fine, I promise," my voice still doesn't go above a whisper. I don't want anyone to hear it, even though we're the only ones here. Or are we? "Come here," I order, taking the laptop away and putting it on the coffee table. I scoot over a little and let her slide beside me on the couch. My arm is wrapped around her tender body, my fingers slowly stroking up and down her arm. I can feel her relax completely beneath my touch.
"Holland's gone home, by the way," she whispers, her head slowly beginning to feel weightier on my chest. I'm sure she's going to fall asleep soon.
"Mmh, okay," I reply, not even bothering to ask her how the girl got home. Holly is a big girl, she can take care of herself. I'm sure she'll get home safely. It doesn't take too long before I'm 100% she's fallen asleep. Good thing I don't have to work today. We do have one week next week of filming on location, which means I won't be able to see Lydia for a while. I wonder how she's going to take it, being in another universe without me. I mean, I'm sure she's used to everything by now, but still. It feels weird. Everything feels weird.