As I woke up from what felt like the best sleep I'd had in months, I realised I was in Dylan's bed, well our bed but not to his knowledge anyway, yet there was no sign of him anywhere.
Clashes and clans could be heard from the kitchen area, so reluctantly dragging myself out of bed, I followed the echoes of pots and pans until I was faced with the bare back of Dylan himself. He was wearing a pair of grey joggers that hung low on his hips and nothing else. A sight I never took for granted or passed a chance on to gaze and admire.
"Take a picture it'll last longer," his voice snapped me back I bought my gaze up to his face where a wide grin sat.
"Okay you caught me, I'm sorry," I walked sheepishly over to the kitchen counter and leant back against it silently, not exactly sure what to say to start a conversation, to him this could just be a morning after a one night stand, but to me, he was my boyfriend and last night was so much more, "So, I- well I mean,"
"Lo, you don't need to overthink or try to make a conversation, you're trying to figure out where we stand right?" Dylan stood in front of me, his arms crossed and his gaze unwavering or leaving my face. Suddenly his hands were on my hips and lifting me into the counter, his thumbs grazing the skin on my bare hips mindlessly.
"Right," I nodded, not wanting to admit that I was always going to overthink every word and action shared between us because of our history; years worth of it, unknown to him of course, "I just don't want you to feel any pressure or anything, in regards to me or anyone of what labels you think I may or may not have given-"
"Lola, you're rambling babe," Dylan chuckled and I smiled sheepishly, knowing I had already dug myself a huge Lola sized hole, "And right here right now is all I want, you're the only one who's been by my side vigilant. You've never given up, not even when everyone else did, you were in the same accident I was in, yet you've never spared a thought for anyone other than me," he sighed sadly, "I never even asked to what extent you were hurt,"
"So right now, you're saying what exactly?" I raised an eyebrow quizzically, "Sorry I just, need to make sure we're on the same page," my eyes gaze averted to the floor and I could feel my heart pounding as I anxiously waited for him to answer me.
Every second spent in silence felt like an hour.
"I'm saying I choose you, this Dylan wants you, because you're clearly the most important person in my life, in this Dylan's and the other ones," his eyes dashed around all too quickly, and he seemed almost nervous, hesitant you could say, about what words to use next for what he wanted to say.
"Are you okay Dyl?" I all but whispered, lowering my head to meet his gaze, "What's wrong?"
He shook his head smiling slightly, he ran his hands through his hair, "Nothings wrong, in fact it's the opposite, I know it's you,"
"What? There's nothing wrong with me? I'm fine? In fact I-,"
He cut me off laughing, "No no no," he covered my mouth chuckling, "I mean what's perfect is I know it's you, you're the one," his hands rested on my thighs with his thumbs grazing softly across my skin, "You're the girl, you've been telling me our life since the day I woke up," tears gathered in his eyes as he spoke, "I may never remember everything I've lost but I do know that you're here and always have been, literally since I woke up and to know that despite having major amnesia that I still fell in love with you and you're still the most important person in my life, which means my feelings for you haven't changed one bit. Amnesia couldn't change that,"
"You love me?" Was all I could whisper, tears streamed down my face but a huge smile was there for all to see.
But all was Dylan, he was my all, always and forever.
"Amnesia and a mere seventy nine hours have nothing on any Dylan being in love with you Lola," he stood up straight, looking me straight in the eye, his forehead resting against mine, "But yes, I love you, more than anything,"
I smiled widely, "Oh I've waited so long to hear that, I fûcking love you Dylan," my breath was caught in my throat as I crashed my lips into his, scared of losing him all over again and desperate for all of him, now I knew we were on the same page.
And then everything went black.
THE END.
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Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)
FanfictionI had seventy nine hours to remind him. Seventy nine hours to tell him, not only who he was but who I was. Seventy nine hours to tell him how we met. I had just seventy nine hours to tell him just how we fell in love. After that he'd be gone forever.
