Before we could respond to the three smirking idiots in my trailer doorway, we were called to set. I looked back at Dylan, my cheeks on fire. He laughed as he reached forward and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
"We'll umm. . . We'll see you two on set," Holland laughed as she grabbed both Tylers and dragged them out of the doorway. When the door shut, I leaned my forehead on Dylan's shoulder.
"That was so embarrassing," I mumbled, making him laugh as he rubbed circles on my back.
"Little bit."
I leaned back, playing with the pocket on the front of his shirt, not able to look up and meet his eye-line. "Y/N," Dylan whispered. "Look at me."
I took a deep breath before slowly looking up at him. My cheeks burned hotter the longer he stared at me without saying anything. I held my breath as he reached forward and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
"I never actually said it."
"Said what?" I asked, even though I knew what he meant.
"That I love you," he said, shrugging slightly.
"How?" I asked, my voice breaking.
"What? Y/N. . ."
"How can you love me? We've only known each other a short while. Plus, most of our relationship is on-screen. If anything, you don't love me. You love my character."
I tried to get off his lap, but he tightened his grip on my waist, stopping me. "Y/N," he sighed as he gently rubbed his fingers in circles on my revealed hip. "I didn't fall in love with your character, okay? I didn't fall in love with you while filming."
"Really?" I asked, my voice breaking.
"Really," he laughed. "I fell in love with you during our lunches, our late night shenanigans, the random 2 am calls, the movie nights. But the moment I knew I was in love with you? We were watching a movie at my place and you had fallen asleep on my shoulder. You started mumbling like you were having a nightmare. All I did was wrap my arms around you and whispered that you were okay, that I was here and you instantly calmed down. You snuggled deeper into my chest and that's when I knew. I looked down at you and never wanted to let you go. All I wanted was to make you happy. All I want is for our on-screen relationship to be real."
"I want that too." I bit my lip, gathering the courage. "I love you, Dyl."
"Then will you go on a date, a real date, with me this weekend? I promise, no nasty set food, no cameras, no props. A real date."
"I wouldn't say no to some props," I joked, my cheeks instantly burning. Dylan let out a laugh before pressing his lips against mine. Before the kiss could get too heated, we were called to set again.
* * * * *
"You okay?" Dylan recited his line. He was sitting on the floor, a textbook in his lap, as I was laying on my stomach on my bed.
"Yeah," I stuttered. "Just lost in thought."
Dylan stood up, sitting on the edge of my bed. "What kind of thoughts?" He asked.
I hesitated before sitting up, sitting next to him. I played with my fingers nervously while Dylan watched me. "Y/C/N?" He said softly. He reached over and grabbed my hand, instantly intertwining our fingers.
"You know you can tell me anything," he said, a smile on his face.
"Anything?" I asked, making my voice break. I looked up at him, biting my lip.
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Dylan O'Brien Imagines
FanficJust like the title says. Imagines involving Dylan O'Brien and all his characters. Imagines containing smut are marked with an asterisk (*). Requests closed. Also, please do not name the asterisks used to separate portions of the imagines. These com...