Dylan O'Brien •One-shots•

You saved me||mitch rapp||

A/n: there probably is something that can make you understand a violation.. don't read if you are uncomfortable. Also angst but a cute ending maybe(?)

I thought it was the end. Stan was right. I would have got myself killed soon and that was exactly what was about to happen.

"Set your phone on the table and don't move." The tattooed, dark haired boy directed. I did as he said, but at the same time I quickly dealt Mitch's number so that he could understand and hear that I was in trouble.
I turned back so I faced him, I tried to steady my breathe but I just couldn't. I was sure about only one thing and that was that he didn't have to know I was scared or it would have been ever worse. I just had to wait and hope someone would have come. He would have come.

"I honestly think you are a big waste, you know." He got closer to me, touching my forearm with his fingers seductively. I swallowed then I quickly reacted, turning around to hit him into the stomach with my elbow.
"Little bitch, I was not going to hurt you but if you insist." He punched me into the face and before fainting I remember him taking both of my ankles to let me open my legs. Then dark came along. . .

//

Third Person POV

"Stand up within two seconds or I am going to let your brain take a nap on the floor. Let.Her.Go." Mitch said pointing a gun on the guy. The black haired guy slowly left y|n's ankles and lifted both of his hands as sign of surrender.
"What do you think you are doing boy?" He laughed mockingly. Mitch's nostrils flared in distress.
"Shut up. If you hurt her I swear to God that you are going to die in the worst way possible. Believe me on that." Mitch kept his gun pointed at him shaking a little because of the concern he was feeling for the girl laying on the floor. He needed to see if she was okay, if she was breathing. He was relieved that at least he arrived on time and that she wasn't assaulted by that man. He shook his head. He had to keep himself focused. Never make it personal, Dickhead. He thought.

"I'd be careful with promises. Especially the ones you can't keep. Anyways don't worry I didn't hurt her, she felt amazing. Her skin is so smooth." The boy had a smirk on his face, a smirk filled the place.

Could he possibly have been late?

"What, what the fuck are you talking about?" Mitch frowned, anger now could be tasted.
"That probably that bitch enjoyed it." Mitch was taken aback from what that man told him, he kind of lost lucidity and as a few tears escaped from his hazel eyes, the man quickly elbowed him into the ribs then into the stomach making him fall on the ground. He kept on punching Mitch, blood now escaping his nose and the corners of his lips.

"Stop it. Right now." The dark haired boy stopped himself as he heard the-click- of the gun reloading. Y

stood up and was holding the gun firmly against that man. "I said let him go. Stand up or I won't be afraid to use this fucking weapon, I mean it." She pointed the gun at him.

"You are just a whore, you know that. You want to save him because all you want is to get laid"
The gun shot produced a visible flash, a powerful and loud shockwave. The man fell down and just in that moment she truly understood what she has done. She let the discharged gun on the floor and quickly kneeled next to Mitch who was now coughing.

"Are you okay?" Y|n asked softly touching his forehead.
"I am fine, are you?" He managed to ask. And y

nodded.
"T-thank you for what you did for me." She told him between tears. He managed to rise an hand and to wipe away her tears with his thumb.
" No, thank you. You were amazing."
"I broke the first rule. Never make it personal, remember?"
"Yes, I do but you saved my life breaking that rule, y

, you saved me."

//

Later that night.

Mitch needed to see her, he needed to see how she was doing. He got closer to her room and knocked softly. Y

opened softly gasping. Mitch looked down at her hand who was bleeding and he frowned.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I just broke a glass when I heard the knock. It's fine though. Did you need something?" 
I need you, he thought. I wish I was there to protect you, he thought again.
"Can I get in? Let me help.." She nodded and opened her door to let him in.

//

"Here." He reached out for her hand softly watching the blood slipping  frowning a little. He gently wrapped it to stop the bleeding the whispered. "I am sorry."
"What are you sorry for?" She smiled looking at him.
"I scared you. I am-"
"Mitch" she reached his cheek with her other hand. "Its fine. I am glad I did what I did and it's not your fault."
He nodded softly kinda embarrassed, something unusual for Mitch. He looked at her and softly leaned his hand on her thigh, her knees barely touching his. Electricity filled his body and they both leaned in for a sweet but impatient kiss.
She wrapped her hands around his neck passing her hands through his dark hair. They pulled away softly resting their foreheads one against the other so that he could watch into her y/e/c  eyes and she could see all the need and love he had into his hazels.
He leaned in again pecking her neck while she gently touched his chest softly touching his  scars. He shivered a little and stopped her hands. He was somehow ashamed of those scars. He was a survivor, his fiancée wasn't.

"Its fine." She said. "These scars are what defined you. They are as beautiful as you are." She smiled and leaned in to peck them with her lips. Mitch gently moaned and caressed her hair. In that moment he understood he wanted everything of her, then and ever. He knew she loved him more than he could ever love himself and he was so thankful for that.