Dylan O'Brien imagines

Road Trip pt3 - Dylan O'Brien

After this one more part. If you've noticed I've started another book with Sebastian Stan Imagines in it so if you like him and his acting as much as me you can check it out. I'm not being like those YouTubers who tell you to subscribe every chance they get so do whatever you want. I just wanted to let you know. Haha 😂

Now back to the imagine!

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Y/N's P.O.V
I wake up and feel the sunlight tickling my face. I'm about to move and get out of bed when I realise an arm pulling me down. I turn to see Dylan pulling me closer to his shirtless chest. Wow did he have to sleep without a shirt, he's killing me. I try to wiggle out of his grasp but nothing works. "Dylan" I whisper he groans, burying his head in the crook of my neck. I'm sure by now my face is as red as a tomato. Even though this is the most comfortable I've been in bed he needs to wake up. "Dylan wake up!"
I say louder, this time he wakes up and seeing the position we're in quickly retracts his arms leaving me cold. "What happened to no cuddling?" I tease. "Oh shut up." "Wow you just couldn't resist my expert cuddling skills could you?" He has a straight face but I can see the corner of his lips twitching. Just looking at his lips make me want to kiss him. When I look to the rest of his face I see he was looking at my lips too. When he realises this he quickly changes the subject. "Shouldn't we be getting downstairs for breakfast? It being such an important meal and all." He says while fiddling with his shirt he picked up. "Yeah, are you ok though?" I ask getting worried at his strange behaviour. "Yeah I'm just hungry, your Mom makes the nicest breakfast." After that we head down stairs for breakfast.

"Good morning sleepyheads!" My mom says cheerfully. "Morning Y/M/N." "Morning Mom." "Everyone sleep ok?" She asks putting bacon on our plates (if your vegetarian or don't eat meat you can change it to something else). "Yeah the most comfortable sleep I've had in years." I say without realising what it would sound like. I look I've to Dylan who almost chocked on his coffee. "How about you dear." She directs the question to Dylan. "Erm yeah definitely comfortable sleeping all night." He says, his face growing as red as the apple next to him. "Well dears I have to go out today for shopping but you two feel free to go have a walk around the neighbourhood it should be nice. Not a lot of things have changed since you left."

After my Mom leaves we get dressed and head out on a walk. We stop by our old High School and all the places we named 'Out special hideouts'. "Look Y/N it's our tree!" Dylan says running up to the big oak tree in the old park. I walk up and see our names carved into the tree. I remember we did that when we were in Middle school. We claimed this spot for ourselves so no one else could bother us. "I remember this." I say bending down and running my hands over the engraved names. "This is we're we got married in Elementary. Do you remember?" Dylan says next to me. "Haha yeah we had Haribo wedding rings!" We sit under the tree talking about our childhood but we were interrupted by someone.

"Y/N Y/L/N?" I look up and see someone I wish I wouldn't. "Elliott." I smile trying to seem nice. "Wow it's been a long time. You look different." He says looking me up and down and making me uncomfortable. Elliot was that popular guy in school that was a total jerk and he would never notice me then.  "Hey can you stop looking at her like she's a piece of meat" Dylan says starting up. I know Dylan hated Elliot in high school. "Wow easy I'm just being nice." Elliot says putting his hands up. "Yeah well go be nice somewhere else." I can tell Elliot was going to do something but he stopped when Dylan was towering over him. Elliot walked away and I stood up to hug Dylan. I wrap my arms around his waist, he pulled me closer and rested his chin in my head. "Thank you Dyl." "Don't worry I'll always look out you." He says kissing the top of my head.

We decide to walk back to my parents house and have a movie day. "So what do you want to watch? Star Wars or Harry Potter?" I ask holding the two movie box sets in my hands. "Whatever you want." Dylan mumbles. This isn't like Dylan he usually loves our movie days. I put the movies down and walk over to sit by him. "Dyl what's up?" "What? Nothing's up." He says but he won't look me in the eyes. "Hey" I say holding his face so he looks at me. "If this is about Elliot then forget about him. He's the same douchbag he was in High School. Don't let him ruin our day." "No it's not the same! Did you see how he was looking at you, it was like you were a piece of meat. He never even looked at you when we were younger but know he's interested." Dylan say standing up and pacing around the room. "Well can you blame him I mean I have changed since then. I was so ugly " Dylan looks so offended by this. "You were always beautiful." He takes me by surprise. Dylan only ever calls me nice looking or pretty, never beautiful. "Oh, well erm, now that's sorted we can pick a film." I say trying to change the subject. "Harry Potter we haven't watched them all in a while." He smiles. "Good choice." I put the movie on and sit by Dylan.

Time skip
Half way through Harry Potter and the goblet of fire Dylan falls asleep. His head is rested on my lap and I'm combing through his hair with my fingers. He keeps smiling in his sleep which is beyond adorable. I want to keep watching the movie but now is the perfect time to plan my surprise for Dylan. So I carefully get up without waking up sleeping beauty and go to my room to go get my supplies.

Last week Dylan left a letter open in the kitchen. Me being the nosey person I am, I had a look at it. I knew Dylan wouldn't mind so I read it. He got a role in a big movie. I was so happy for him but then I checked how long he would be gone. Let's just say it was a long time and it's not like I can just drive to see him like the other times he's been in a movie. This is being filmed a long way away. I was heartbroken to say the least, I don't always see Dylan in the day sometimes only at night but for this I won't see him in a couple of months. But I know how much acting means too him and this is a big opportunity. I guess he didn't want to tell me yet because I'm always the first person to know about a new movie he'll be in. But I knew he would tell me when he's ready.

I get to my room and pull the supplies from under the bed. I scatter the coloured paper, pens and photos across the floor. I decided to make Dylan a scrapbook of his acting career with a few pictures of his family and friends (including the pictures I took on our road trip). I've had it planned out since I found the letter, I thought it would be a good idea to make it for him so when he's away he'll have all of us with him. After glueing photos in certain places I write a little bit about the people in them and what we love about Dylan. I even called his family and other friends to have little things to say to Dylan in the book. I finally finish two hours later. I hid the scrapbook under my bed and go to join Dylan on the couch. He's still sound asleep and I continue to watch Harry Potter.

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