I'LL COME FOR YOU ▹ dylmas

•chapter three•

"Thomas?"

The blond groggily sat up from his bed. He had been so tired that the second he was allowed into his room, he had instantly fallen asleep. Rubbing his eyes, he looked over at the nightstand to check the time. It was 2:30 in the morning. Thomas looked around, trying to figure out what had awoken him.

"Thomas?"

He instantly perked up. Someone was on the other side of the door, loudly rapping on it and calling his name.

"Thomas?"

He recognized the voice, but couldn't place from where exactly.  With a quick stretch, he got out of bed and began moving to the door. He knew he should be cautious, but he was too excited to care. He hadn't talked to anyone besides a security guard in ages, and was dying to see who had payed him a visit in the middle of the night. As he got closer to the entrance however, he realized that the voice sounded hurt. In pain almost. Was someone crying? Thomas closed one eye and looked through the peep hole in the door. He gasped at what he saw.

It was Dylan O'Brien, leaning against the door frame with a grim expression on his face.

Thomas blinked a few times to make sure what he was seeing was real. After confirming that he was not indeed dreaming, he frantically unlocked the door and opened it; not even caring that he was making a cacophony of noise.

"Dylan? What are you doing here!?" Asked Thomas, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder and leading him inside.

"I'm the other one living here this week." Mumbled Dylan.

Thomas instantly knew something was wrong. Usually his friend was energetic, even at 2:30 in the morning. Seeing Dylan like this was like looking at someone completely new. His eyes were red and puffy and his nose was running- even though he was sniffling and rubbing at it.

"Oh Tommy, it's so good to see you," stammered Dylan.

"You too, Dyl. Are you okay?"

Thomas hadn't seen Dylan since they finished The Death Cure press tour eight months ago. They had formed a really strong relationship throughout the duration of filming the Maze Runner series together, but hadn't been in contact at all since the disappearances started.

Instead of responding to Thomas's question, Dylan just looked at him with sad eyes and then leaned in for a hug. Thomas accepted it with open arms, embracing his trembling friend.

After a minute or two of standing together in silence, Dylan pulled away and looked up and Thomas.

"It's Will. He's gone"

Thomas furrowed his brow. "What do you mean? Will who?"

Dylan took a deep and shaky breath, then wiped away a tear that had escaped down his cheek.

"Will Poulter. He disappeared yesterday."

Thomas looked at Dylan with a stunned expression plastered across his face. Will had acted in the Maze Runner with them, and had quickly become one of their closest friends.

"You mean he actually disappeared? He was the one taken yesterday?"

Dylan just nodded in response.

"Bloody he-"

Thomas was cut off as his friend let out a loud sob.

Dylan covered his eyes in embarrassment, but couldn't stop his tears. Sure, they had seen each other cry before- whether it be from actual emotion or whilst acting; but Dylan seemed more vulnerable now than ever before.

Thomas pulled Dylan into another hug, this time clutching on to him and giving him all the warmth he could.

A flood of anger coursed through him, all aimed towards whoever had taken his friend. Nearly thirty celebrities had been taken in total, but this was the first time it happened to someone Thomas was actually close with. He squeezed Dylan tighter, allowing him to cry onto his shoulder. His shirt became soaked with tears, but he didn't mind at all.

"It's gonna be okay Dyl. Don't worry. The police will find the culprits. We'll get Will back, I promise."

Dylan sat up and looked Thomas in the eye.

"Do you really think that though? Tommy, they've been looking for over a month! Wouldn't it be easy to find thirty celebrities if they were all taken by the same person? But there's still no leads at all! What if they're de-"

"Don't day that Dyl. Don't even think it. I'm sure they're fine. Maybe this whole thing is just a big, terrible prank. We can't do anything about it now, so let's just focus on our own safety, alright?"

Dylan nodded and hugged Thomas again.

"Th-thanks, Tommy."

Thomas hummed in response.

"Mind if I stay in here tonight? I've figured out how to sneak past my guard so she won't catch me."

Thomas sat up as he heard this.

"What? Guard? You've only got one? There's always so many watching me! Why do you only get one?"

Dylan blinked in surprise. "Well you probably have more because you need the extra protection."

"What'd you mean? Why would I need more protection than you?"

"Oh Tommy, you don't know?"

Aggravation, confusion, and annoyance all seeped into Thomas's tone. "Don't know what Dyl?"

Dylan glanced at the floor. "I shouldn't be the one to tell you."

"Well you've brought it up now, so you might as well say it."

Dylan looked around the room, gazing at everything except for Thomas.

"You're on the hit list, Tommy."