Elevate (Dylan O'brien)

room 609

Emma's POV

Once what just happened actually catches up to me, I realize that I'm the luckiest freaking person in this hotel.

I bolt to the hotel room that Megan and I are sharing and bang on the door.

"Jeez, what do you want?" she asks with her hand on her hip.

"Fine then... I guess you don't want to know who I just met in the elevator..." I tease, going to sit on my bed.

"Unless its someone hot, then I couldn't care less," Megan said with a smirk.

"I'll tell you, but don't like tweet it or post it anywhere, okay?" I half way squeal.

"Woah, he must be hot.. who is it?!" She demands with wide eyes.

"Dylan O'Brien."

Dylan's POV

"Aye! Dylan, you're back!" Elliot, my closest friends, greets me. "Why do you look so happy?"

"Nothing," I shrug, and the smile I'm trying to hide quickly reappears.

"Dude, I'm not stupid. Either there's a buffet of free food down there, or you met a girl." Elliot knows me too well.

"Her names Emma, I ran into her, literally, at the airport then saw her in the elevator." I grin, picturing her in my mind.

"So, is she hot? What's she look like?" he asks, nudging me with is elbow.

"Yeah, uh, she is kinda short, but like, not too short. Her hair is longish, and brown, and she has a killer ass." I say, laughing a bit.

"What room is she in?" he's asking all the questions I want to know.

"I don't know man. I was wondering the same thing." I sigh, and sit on the bed.

"You find out. I've gotta shower," I say getting up, and grabbing a towel.

Emma's POV

After it soaked into Megans brain that yes, I met Dylan O'Brien, and yes, he's in this hotel right now, she starts asking questions.

"What happened? What did he say? Does he like you? What was he wearing? Did he smell good?" She's waiting for my answers with eager eyes.

I answer her questions the best I can and lay down on the bed and sigh. I walk into the bathroom, reapply my makeup less sloppily, and put on my perfume I can't live without. Returning to the bed, I log onto Twitter and look up Dylan O'Brien. Not much. Mostly posts about his T.V show, or the Maze Runner. I follow him and set my phone down.

Megan has on the T.V., so I watch it as I unpack. I have just enough time to unzip my suitcase when my phone lights up.

*Dylan O'Brien followed you*

Well, that was unexpected.

Dylan's POV

I walk out of the steam filled bathroom, water still dripping down my back. I look over to see Elliot on his phone, or, my phone!

"Dude, what are you doing?" I walk over and take it from him.

"You'll never guess who just followed you," he smirked. "Emma Dalton."

I look at my phone, and sure enough, its her.

"Ha! Its her!" I cheer, as Elliot walks toward the phone.

"Yes, excuse me. I'm calling from Mr. O'Brien's room. Yes, He'd like to know which room Ms. Emma Dalton is staying in?" he's doing his best to sound professional. "Yes, okay, thank you."

"So?" I ask. I can't take it anymore.

"Room 609." he says, " and I have a plan."

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