Elevate (Dylan O'brien)

boston

Emma's POV

"EMMA MADISON DALTON. WE HAVE FORTY FIVE MINUTES TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE FOR THE AIRPORT!" My dad was yelling from the other side of the door.

Forty five minutes? Shit! I slept in! I check the clock and sure enough it says 10:00. We need to leave here by 10:45 to get to the airport by 11:15 to leave by 12:00.

Ok, Emma. Speed is your middle name. Actually its Madison, but Speed would be cool.

I quickly strip from my PJs, and within thirty minutes I'm dressed in an orange tank top, jean shorts, and throw my hair into a quick braid.

When we got to the airport, it was 11:10, so we were ahead of schedule. Eventually we boarded our flight and were in the air.

"Emma, wake up. The flight is over," Megan said, waking me from my nap.

"Uughh," I groaned, my sleepy eyes focusing, then after collecting my stuff I walk off the plane.

While waiting for our bags, a big guy ran into me, spilling his coke in my eye. Like really!?

"Oow! Mom, I'll be right back, I got something in my eye," I said as I made my way to the restroom.

On my way there, someone else runs into me, and I make him drop his coffee.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I can't see where I'm going," I fumble around with blurry vision.

"Uh, it's fine. I mean, don't worry about it." the voice sounds so familiar.. He picks up my jacket for me and points to the bathroom.

"Thanks," I say, walking away. Even though I couldn't see the guy well, he looked about 19, 20 and he smelt like freaking heaven.

After the horrid and equally embarrassing eye incident, we hailed a taxi and made our way to our hotel.

"Well girls, this is it! Five stars!" My dad said, clearly impressed.

We load the shiny metal elevator, and just as it was closing, I realize I dropped my jacket, (yes, again). I run out, telling my family I'll meet them up there.

I speed-walk to the marble floored lobby, grab my Victoria's Secret black zip-up, and hurry back to the elevator. When I make it there, one was just closing, so I shout for the person to hold it.

"Thank you," I say, catching my breath, getting into the elevator. I then look up to see none other than Dylan O'brien. Yeah, from Teen Wolf.

"Hey, did you run into me at the airport?" he asks, grinning.

"What? Wait, that was you?" I am surprised and I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I made him spill his coffee!

"Haha, yeah, but don't stress it. You just owe me a coffee," He says with a wink.

Oh. My. God.

I giggle, "So, are you staying here?"

"Uh, yeah. Sixth floor," he answers.

"No way, so am I!" I tell him, my smile spreading even more.

"Well in that case, this is our floor," he says as the elevator dings. "Ladies first," he says, letting me exit first.

"Thank you very much," I say as I jokingly curtsy.

"Alright, well, I'll see ya around," he chuckles, "Oh wait! What's your name?"

"It's Emma, er, I'm Emma," I correct myself.

"Well, Emma, I'll see you around," he says as he walks down the hallway in the opposite direction.

I can't help but blush and giggle to myself as I make my way to my hotel room.

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