Elevate (Dylan O'brien)

goodbyes part 1

Dylan's POV

I knew Emma was leaving the hotel around seven, so my alarm went off at six. At 6:20, I texted her.

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Hey, are you up?

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She texted back.

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yeah! why are you?

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I asked her if I could come say goodbye, and she said yes.

When I walked in, I was immediately tackled. Emma jumped into my arms, and we hugged.

"Dylan, I'll miss you" she said for the hundredth time. It hasn't gotten old

I pulled her away just a bit so we could make eye contact.

"We'll stay in touch, okay? I guarantee it." I said giving her another quick hug, and then letting go.

"The continental breakfast opened at five. Wanna head down?"

Emma, wearing a tight black tank top, grabbed a light blue hoodie and threw it on.

We got into the elevator, and she reached for my hand. Our fingers intertwined- hers warm, and mine cold. She rested her head on my shoulder and we stood in silence as the elevator descended.

"I'm gonna make a waffle," I tell her once we get to the buffet.

We meet at a table, and while she's buttering her muffin, she lets out possibly the world's biggest sigh.

I smile a little, and finally take my gaze away from her.

"I'm tired." she complained.

"Me too." I took a bite of my fluffy waffle.

We talked a bit- just about flight times and when she was landing, ect.

As we were finishing up, a girl around Emma's age came up to me.

"Hey, I LOVE Teen Wolf. Could O get a picture with you?" she asked with a huge grin.

"Sure," I said smiling. The girl handed her phone to Emma, who happily took the picture and returned the phone.

We slowly walked back to the elevator, hands joined again.

"It's 6:50." Emma said, with her big brown eyes looking up at me.

"Then I guess you're going soon."

"Yeah. My dad probably starts loading up the cab."

Emma's POV

As much as I missed home, I'd miss Dylan, too.

We got up to the hotel and started saying goodbye.

"I'll see you soon, right?" he said, with a reassuring grin.

"Definitely," I said, and I felt tears coming to my eyes.

Get a hold of yourself, Emma! It's not like he's dying!

I swiped my eyes and he pulled me in. We stood there, outside my hotel room, hugging, for at least a minutes. I could feel his heart pounding against his warm chest, and could hear his steady breathing synced with mine. My eyes were closed, partially to enjoy the moment, and partially to hold back from crying. I was barely holding myself up right- Dylan was supporting me. I didn't want this to end. it felt so perfect, so safe, and needed. Megan opened the door.

"Emma, your bag--, oh... sorry," Megan walked back into the room.

I pulled away from Dylan and smiled at him. We went in and I grabbed my suitcase and slung my backpack over my shoulder.

"I'll take that for you," Dylan said, gesturing the suitcase. I let him take it and we went to my parents room.

The five of us walked down to the car, loaded our bags, and got ready to say goodbye, for real this time.

I wrapped my arms so tightly around Dylan, I was surprised his circulation wasn't cut.