Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Jealousy Brings Out Feelings Part 2-Dylan O'Brien

Dylan's POV

Before I could chase after Y/N, Holland stepped in front of me. "What is wrong with you?" She asked as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Look," I sighed. "Shelley was helping me run my lines and she kissed me."

"You're an idiot," Posey said, cutting me off. "A complete idiot. Y/N was coming over here to talk to you, to tell you how she felt about you."

"Wait, what?" I looked between the three of them to see them all nodding. "She. . . She was?"

Without another word, I ran towards her trailer. When I got there, I knocked on her door repeatedly. "Y/N," I called out. "Please, just open the door. I just. . . Let me explain."

I bit my lip as she finally opened the trailer door. "Hey," I said with a small smile.

"Hi," she said, avoiding my gaze. I felt terrible when I saw the redness in her eyes.

"I feel. . . I feel like I need to explain. . . What you saw, wasn't what you think you saw."

"I don't need. . . I don't want to know," she stuttered as she tried to close the door. I quickly grabbed it, stopping it before it could close completely.

"Y/N, please. It's not what you think." She looked at me like she was studying me. She sighed and hesitated as she opened the door a little for me. I smiled before walking into her trailer.

I nervously rubbed my hands together as she closed the door. I turned around to see her arms wrapped around herself, looking at her feet. I cleared my throat causing her to look up at me.

"About what you saw. . ."

"I didn't. . . I didn't see anything. I don't know what you're talking about," she stuttered as she looked everywhere but at me.

"Shelley and I aren't. . . We weren't. . . Shelley and I were just rehearsing the lines for yours and my scene. . . I just. . ."

She looked up at me, watching as I tried to find the right words. "Y/N, the thing is. . . The truth is. . ." I shook my head, getting more and more frustrated with myself (gif).

Reader's POV

I watched as Dylan struggled to talk. He opened and closed his mouth, quickly getting frustrated with himself. "Screw it," he said as he shook his head.

I opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong but stopped when he quickly walked towards me. I gasped as he grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine.

It took me a second before I started kissing him back. As our lips move in sync, he wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck. He tightened his grip on my waist, making me gasp and giving him the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth.

I felt like the world was spinning as we continued to kiss. He was the first to pull away. When he did, I kept my eyes closed. He leaned his forehead against mine as we caught our breaths.

"That was," he said under his breath.

"Amazing," I giggled. He leaned back and reached up, cupping my cheek in his hand. I finally opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me. "Why. . . Why did you do that?" I stuttered.

"Shelley and I were running lines because I was nervous. Saying what our characters say to each other to Shelley, was easier than saying it to you because. . . I would've meant every word if I was saying it to you."

"But. . . But that scene is their first time. . . It's also the first time our characters say 'I love you'. . ."

His smile widened as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. Before I could say anything else, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine again. He instantly bit my bottom lip, making me gasp. His hands slid down my back, sending chills up and down my spine.

I felt him cup my ass as he slipped his tongue in my mouth. As we continued to make out, he walked us over to the couch. I jumped up, him instantly catching me. With my legs wrapped around his torso, he sat down, holding me tightly to his waist.

"Hey, Y/N, did Dylan. . ." We jumped apart when my trailer door swung open. We looked over to see Posey, Holland, and Hoechlin standing in the doorway. They all had matching smirks on their faces as they saw me on Dylan's lap.

I glanced back at Dylan to see his cheeks just as red as mine probably were. I looked over at Holland biting her lip.

"It's about damn time!"

Part 3 Coming Soon.