Parallels | Dylan O'Brien

26 - Frustrations

Los Angeles
-Lydia Moon-

The two of us dance to the beats of the song. I don't think either of us is sober enough to realize what we're doing is wrong. Really wrong. Our hips move together, his hands find themselves on places they wouldn't go sober. Mine find their way to his long, blond, luscious hair. For a second, I forget we're in a public place and surrounded by other people. For a second, I forget about Dylan, and kiss Thomas full on his lips. He doesn't back down and lets me do whatever I please. But then he does. He pulls away and looks at me for a second, checking if I'm really down for this, and when he thinks he has his answer, he grabs my hand and leads me towards the restrooms. He pushes against every door, just to check if we're alone. Once we have that confirmation, he grabs me by the wrist and kisses me again while leading me into one of the stalls, pushing me against to door to shut it. My hands are everywhere, not sure what to touch first. His hair, his arms, his torso, his ass. Every single inch of his body must be touched.
"Oh, my God, Tommy," I moan as he presses his lips in my neck and bites my skin. My fingers go to the first button of his shirt and starts undoing it, while his fingers crawl up my leg and underneath my dress. He moans a little against my skin, sending vibrations throughout my whole body. That's enough for me to give up on undoing his shirt and just ripping it open. Before I can think about what to do next, my lips are already attacking his torso with kisses and love bites. Everything is so fast paced, and my mind can't handle it. Not my alcohol-filled mind. My sober mind wouldn't even think about doing this with Thomas Brodie-Sangster.
"Jump," he growls, his hands on my ass. I stop kissing his torso and jump up, wrapping my legs around his hips with his hands still firmly on my ass. We meet again in a kiss, a heated and deep kiss. One I would have with Dylan. One that I have had with Dylan.
"Please, just do it," I moan against his mouth, hoping he'd do what I ask. And he does. Without another word, he puts me on the floor and undoes his belt and lowers his trousers as I discard of my underwear and lift my dress up a little. We look at one another again. Just for a second, but when Thomas licks his lips, I can't help myself anymore. I jump back into his arms, kissing him straight away. This so isn't going to go down well tomorrow morning when I realize what I have done. But now, I just enjoy my frustrations being dissolved.

The next morning, I wake up in Dylan's bed again. My head is pounding, and my legs are sore. Those two things are enough to remember what exactly happened last night. Flashbacks to Shelley and Holland dragging me out to the club, getting drunk at the bar, dancing with Thomas and having sex in the bathroom stalls with Thomas. I'm not going to lie, it was the best sex I have ever had. I sit up straight in shock. I had sex with Thomas Brodie-Sangster. One of Dylan's best friends. One of my boyfriend's best friends. I reach for my phone and dial the one number I need to dial right now.
"Hello," it sounds sleepily.
"Holland," I say, my breath shaky and my hands too. "I had sex with Thomas yesterday," I tell her in complete shock. I can hear her gasp a little too.
"With Thomas Brodie-Sangster?" she asks, rushed.
"Yeah," I sigh and rub my face with my hands.
"How? When? Where?"
"I don't think I need to explain the how, but I did at the party in the ladies' room," I explain, earning a little chuckle from her. This isn't actually that funny.
"That was you!" she then says, remembering when she probably walked into the toilets and heard us. I don't know what else to tell her. I don't know what else to tell myself. How could I let this happen? I cheated on my boyfriend. The one who actually cares about me.
"What do I do, Holls?" I hold my hand to my head as if having a headache. She sighs.
"Here's what you do; you go to that meeting you have planned at the internship and try to keep your mind off of stressing over this. It's not that big a deal. You and Dylan aren't exclusive, are you? Just tell him when he gets back..." My heart sinks into my stomach.
"If he gets back before the twentieth," I correct her and take a deep breath.
"He'll be back in time, sweetie," she says, her voice a lot softer and a lot less panicked.
"I hope he does." She tells me good luck and that she'll be here today if I need her before we bid our goodbyes and hang up. I need to get up and get dressed to get to uncle Rich and the meeting. I shower and get dressed with the music loudly so my thoughts would be drowned out. It works for a while, and it works in the car on the way to the meeting. But once there, and once uncle Richard starts the meeting, everything goes downhill. I try to focus on uncle's words, but I just can't. I can't help but see Dylan's disappointed face when Thomas tells him we had sex when I'm already gone and to another universe. My phone vibrating on the table in front of me makes me jump.