Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)

T h i r t y T w o

We were pulling up outside our apartment in silence when Dylan finally spoke, "So we live up there?"

I frowned as I realised he'd said 'we' I hadn't even managed to tell him we lived together yet, so I wasn't entirely sure how he knew, "How did you find that out?"

"Tyler mentioned we were roommates, well he slipped up and blurted it out, he felt really guilty cause he thought he'd overwhelm me with a big detail like that," he shrugged, not seemingly bothered by the information.

"So does it? Overwhelm you?" I arched an eyebrow as we both stood facing each other over the car roof, not yet closing our doors but not moving to unload his luggage from the trunk.

"No, I don't think so. I mean to me it makes perfect sense, you've been there non stop since I woke up and you know me better than anyone that I've seen too, makes sense that you're who I live with, clearly you're my most trusted and the closest person in my life,"

I bit my lip, wanting nothing more than to blurt out just how close we were. The truth sat, unspoken on the tip of my tongue. But I couldn't do it, I couldn't fill in all the blanks just instantly for him.

If it was going to happen, it had to be him who opened that door.

"Shall we?" I nodded my head towards the footpath that led up to our front door, the last time us both having used it being so long ago now, "I sent Cody and Tyler over here aswell to take down anything that would give away I lived there with you," I chuckled before shaking my head and holding my hand out indicating the way.

He took a deep breath, shut the passenger side door, chuckling "Yeah, I think he mentioned that, okay let's go ," he nodded and I threw my keys to him, telling him to go on ahead while I grabbed his luggage.

I watched as he walked slowly up the pavement, clearly hoping something would stand out or be recognisable.

His reaction told me that none of it was. Not a single thing said to him, "this is your home"

Grabbing his cases and duffel that I slung over my shoulder, I locked the boot just in time to see him cross the threshold, the keys still hanging from the lock for me to remove as he sauntered inside our home.

When he was out of sight, I gave him a couple of minutes that would allow him time to wander through the rooms, giving him time to take it all in before I waltzed in there too.

I quietly moved the keys, clasping them in my hand as I held the door and quietly closed it, instead of slamming it shut for once using my foot and throwing the keys on the cabinet beside the door.

I stood on the doormat, unmoving, as I watched him wander upstairs, hearing him open and close various doors and his footsteps travel around. While he explored I took his cases and duffel to the kitchen, setting them on the countertop and throwing all his dirty laundry in the washing machine.

"It feels kind of like home," Dylan's voice startled me and I dropped his toiletries bag onto the linoleum floor, "Shit, I'm so sorry," he knelt down to pick up his things, "I didn't mean to scare you,"

"It's your stuff why are you apologising?" I laughed zipping his bag up properly this time, "Why does it 'kind of' feel like home anyway?"

Dylan stood up slowly, coming up barely a few centimetres from my face and stilling instantly once he saw how close we were, his eyes gazed all around before settling on mine, "I can just tell that something's missing and it's killing me that I don't know what it is Lola,"

My eyes filled with tears, guilt over taking my entire body as I stood in front of him, knowing everything and exactly what was missing from Dylan's new life. I was stood right in front of him of course, but not how we were before the accident, we never were this quiet in our own home before. Everything had changed, "I want to tell you everything so bad Dyl," I shook my head, "I've almost told you everything so many times because you looked so lost not knowing and it physically pained me to see you have no idea who you were,"

"I know you do, it's written all over your face," tears rolled down his own cheeks, "You've been the one constant ever since I woke up, you've basically filled in most of my life for me, helped me learn about who I was and who matters in my life, you've bought me home and you're still here now trying to help," he held both of my cheeks in his hands, "I know I have to do these last few bits on my own, I know whoever the girl is in those story's is important to the old Dylan but right now, to this Dylan, you're the one who's here, not her,"

"So what are you saying?" Tears rolled down both our cheeks, I sighed and my eyes fluttered shut, as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch bringing me immediate comfort. Something I've been dying to feel and have again for weeks.

"I'm not saying anything," his voice sounded closer than it was before, "I'm doing the one thing that does feel right among all this chaos," he whispered that last part and then I felt his lips crash into mine. My hands immediately went straight to the back of his neck, holding him closer than I think I've ever held him in his life, his own hands gripping my hips before sliding round my lower back.

He sat me on the kitchen counter, his lips not disconnecting with mine once, instead they both moved in sync perfectly. My body reacted with his touch as it always did, my body felt as though it was on fire as things heated up and neither one of us slowing down.

I had no idea just how far we were both willing to take this but neither one of us slowed our actions as we made out in our kitchen. Not I or Dylan wanted to disturb the one moment that felt perfect, the only moment that felt right, since he woke up in that hospital bed.