THIRD PERSON

  Dylan sat still in the makeup chair, watching mindlessly as the brunette behind him messed with his hair, cold gel occasionally meeting his scalp. He sighed, staring back at himself in the mirror, the glowing bulbs on each side highlighting every inch of his face.  The people standing around him, who were now packing up their brushes and products, saw the concealer, the powder for the lights, and the chapstick. That's not what he saw.

   Dylan saw the tired eyes that had been different ever since he left. He saw the pale lips that had missed their bruised feeling from kissing her. He saw the late night bags under his eyes from missing her so much he couldn't fall asleep.

   But of course, there wasn't time to focus on that. He had an interview to do, obviously. Or, according to everyone else, something like this was a bigger priority.

  The door clicked and swung open, Dylan watching the woman behind him turn to look. He glanced to see a man with a clipboard and an earpiece, looking to both of them with urgency.

   "We're live in 30, okay? We need him on that couch."

 He left with out another word, or a response. The woman nodded and set down her brush, wiping her hands on a towel.

   "That's you." She sighed, packing up. Dylan licked his lips and nodded, standing up from his chair to leave the room. He opened the door again and looked out into the hallway, seeing the entrance for the stage. Dylan adjusted the collar of his shirt, making his way to the doorway where they would call him onto.

  "We are here in 5. 4-"

"3."

"2."

"1."

   Claps from the audience erupted, following the intro music by the man on the piano in the corner of the stage. A woman walked out in a dress with a smile, waving to the crowd. A few screams echoed and she laughed, taking her seat in a cushioned seat which sat next to a similar one with a small glass table in between.

  "Hello!" The woman said with enthusiasm that Dylan couldn't tell, if it was real or fake. Not that it really mattered at this point.

   "And- welcome, to T News where I sit here and have some interesting times with some of your favorite celebrities!"

  More screams and cheers.

"Today, take your pictures people because you'll want to remember this one! We have the Dylan O'Brien here with us, you guys! Tell me, am I the most excited person in this room!"

   Even louder screams, cheers and claps. Dylan was seconds from putting his hands over his ears.

 "Why don't we get him out here? Huh!" She laughed and waved to them, Dylan catching the signal. He took a deep breath and formed a smile on his lips as he walked out, waving to the small audience. Four cameras stood in front of them, large lights hanging from the ceiling to accentuate the colorful stage.

  Dylan's smile grew along with the cheers as he gave another wave, easily taking his seat. He looked to the woman who smiled and stuck out her hand, shaking her hand politely.

   Slowly, the cheers died down with the music Dylan had just noticed, allowing the woman to finally speak.

  "So, Dylan- it really is an honor to have you up here!" She smiled proudly, gesturing to the stage. He shrugged and nodded with a grin.

   "It's an honor to be here." He responded.

"Anyways, to be honest and up front," She looked to the audience with a smile. "I met with this man earlier and I cannot believe how utterly humble he is! I mean, I've met with celebrities here and there who were still appreciative, but this is a whole new level, especially with all these new movies and how much your presence has grown in the media!"

  Dylan felt his face get warm and the audience clapped. "I- I don't know what to say. I mean, I couldn't even dream of not being thankful for the people- you guys- who have given me. . . essentially everything. It's like family now."

  'Aw's' echoed through the crowd and Dylan smiled, looking to the interviewer again.

 "Let's talk, so- is it a trick? I am sure people would love to here just exactly someone could. . . avoid giving in to luxuries and the lights and fame." The woman shrugged, tilting her head to him. Dylan bit his lip, nervously, in fact. He'd never given a thought to it, he just always- was. He'd never been asked this. But, he already knew his answer. And he knew it was true.

  "It's all about the people you surround yourself with. You make good friends, in effect, you have good times. Family, you know, they're always there for you." Dylan laughed, scratching his jaw. "And- Y/N."

   The interviewer bounced in her seat, her smile so wide. She sighed contently as she calmed down, looking behind them. Dylan followed her gaze and found a large screen displaying a picture of him and her. At a premier, one of a few he'd been to. Y/N was looking off to the cameras, posing just as she had been told to do for these things, since she wasn't an actress or anything and usually got really panic-y in front of cameras like that. But, Dylan- himself, he saw- looking down to her. His smile is faint, his mouth closed- but his eyes give it all away. The loving look he's giving her, watching her in one of her most beautiful forms. He remembered she loved it. Not really the heavy dress she was wearing, but she always had no problem with looking good for the cameras that were always hovering around him. But- it wasn't one of his favorite forms of hers.

  His favorite- one he would give up anything to see right now- was her late after dinner. Maybe they had pasta, had cleaned the dishes. They would both be in their pajamas, but she- she would be in an old t-shirt of his. Full on, the end of it are wearing and becoming frayed that it's so worn. But- he wouldn't want it any other way because he loves the way it comes down just to the top of her thighs, where he can see her boy-short underwear. Nothing lacy- she really only kept that for intimate occasions. Her face ridden of makeup, sometimes even plastered with some face mask she swears will moisturize her skin. Her hair in a bun, sometimes pulled back with a headband. They would be sitting on the couch together, some movie on. She'd be paying attention, but he would look to her sometimes. His hip glued to hers as her recently-showered warm legs draped over his, her shoulders snuggled under his arm which fell perfectly on top. 

  Dylan snapped back to reality, the warm loving feeling washing away to be replaced with the empty feeling he recognized ever since he left the airport two months ago.

 "How long how you two been together?" She cooed, smiling at Dylan. He looked away from the picture and he recited the number like common knowledge. Because it was.

   "In a week, it'll be four years." He nodded, pursing his lips.

"Four years?!" The interviewer's eyes went wide, her smile growing with enticement. "Incredible!"

    "I can only give credit to her, really." Dylan shook his head, trying to muster up a laugh, which came out half-hearted. The woman became curious, again.

 "And why's that?" She asked. Dylan bit his lip.

     "In a normal relationship, there's already so much going on. Making sure you're giving attention, making sure the other person knows that you love them, remembering what's important to them." Dylan moved his hands as he spoke. "But- it's different for us, Y/N and I. We don't worry about small things, usually. We think about- when we get to see each other, we plan weekends months ahead of time, we send birthday text messages, and it get's hard sometimes."

  Dylan paused, but decided to continue. "It actually- get's hard a lot. Outside of the, sometimes, 12 hours that I'm filming everyday- I'm doing nothing. I'm not eating with her, talking face to face, holding her. I'm stuck out here- and not that I'm not entirely thankful for it- it's just. . ."

   The interviewer had no means of interrupting him, so he kept going. The stage was quiet.

"If neither of us put in a percent less into this than we are right now, I don't think it would work at all. If we didn't push for those days when we do get to see each other, if we didn't attempt to call every possible hour- it'd just be hell, honestly. But it's worth it. For a woman like her, like Y/N, it's worth it."

   The interviewer nodded, and quickly swiped her thumb under her eyes to clear any wet tears with a laugh.

   "If no one else cried at that, I don't know how you do it!" She laughed, and the audience did as well. Dylan spotted a few dry eyes, but a lot of people were wiping and laughing with those next to them who also had tears. Dylan had never had intentions of getting so personal about how he felt about their relationship, but he felt like a weight was lifted off of his chest. Like he had just vented to the biggest diary ever.

   "Well, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us! Next up, bloopers you never caught in the newest film, Star Wars: The Force Awakens!"

Some outro music played for a bit and the audience cheered, until the music died off and some lights were shut off. Some of the audience got up, and Dylan slowly got up from his seat as well, the interviewer mimicking.

   "You know-" She hummed, removing her microphone from her dress. "I don't know how much of that was real or if it was fabricated in even the slightest, but. . . I suggest keeping it. A love like that doesn't come twice, you know?"

  Dylan liked her toned-down attitude, more than her TV-personality, but he knew how it was. He smiled and thanked her, walking off stage. Two people stopped him to remove the microphone and once the wire was off of him, he did his best to seem like he wasn't rushing to be alone for a second. God, he rolled his eyes at himself. He missed her, so damn much, it was rough. He thought about what losing her would feel like, thinking about that woman's words, and he ached immediately. He prayed he would never have to feel pain like that.

    He grabbed the handle of his dressing room, and quickly opened it. Just as quick as he shut it, he spun around and placed his forehead on the wooden door, taking deep breaths. His forearms placed themselves next to his head. He took one large breath, actually counting before he released it. The air moved hair from his forehead, cooling his forehead.

   "Dylan, are you okay?"

 Dylan completely froze, and for a moment believed he was going crazy. That voice was hers. So distinctly hers, he could hear it in a crowd.

   He turned around, hopes high, and was met with the most beautiful sight. His arms fell to his sides and his lips parted in surprise.

  Standing, feet from him, was Y/N. Dressed in jeans and a hoodie he had gotten for her last Christmas- looking purely gorgeous. Her eyebrows were cinched in confusion, worry, concern- he couldn't tell. He was a bit confused himself.

   But no thought process occurred as he took two instantaneous strides across the room and pulled her into his arms. His heart fell to his stomach, in the most comforting way, when her arms wrapped around him. His hand gently held the back of her head, the other gripping her shoulder to keep her pressed to him. She breathed him in, this moment slowly filling the empty pit of her stomach she'd been feeling.

   "God, Y/N-" Dylan breathed out. "I missed you."

A muffled laughter sounded from her and she nodded into his chest. "I missed you too, way too much."

   Dylan laughed and nodded, reluctantly pulling away just to see her. She smiled when her eyes met his honey ones. His eyes were actually glistening, and Y/N felt her's water too at the fact that Dylan was so happy just to see her here.

   "I- I don't. . . What are you doing here?" Dylan sputtered out, the feeling of having her in his arms still throwing him off.

  "Well-" Y/N took a deep breath. "I heard they were doing an interview on you about me, so I obviously had to come and make my presence known."

   Dylan smiled and actually laughed, an actual laugh. Something genuine he hadn't felt in a while.

  "I'm here because I couldn't stand missing you, doofus. Especially after a speech like that." She smiled sweetly.

  Dylan licked his lips nervously at the thought of Y/N listening in on all he just said. How open he got, not that he wasn't open with her- but for her to hear all of it was strange.

   "I meant every single word." He nodded. Y/N smiled again and responded with a nod.

"I know."

   Neither needed a sign or any words, before they both leaned in and met in the middle, their lips colliding in the most compassionate kiss they two were positive that they had ever shared. Slowly, but roughly moving against one another as Dylan held her cheeks so her lips wouldn't part from his and Y/N gripping his neck so that he couldn't leave again.

   Hums of approval and moans as Dylan swiped his tongue in a messy line across her lips, instantly slipping through to meet her own. The kiss became more intense as it went on, their hands pulling each other even closer than before in a case of need and want. If it weren't for the door's lack of lock, the two would definitely have moved this to the couch. 

   Dylan, anyway, backed her up to the wall and listened as a small gasp passed her when her back met the wall. His head leaned back, teasing, as his lips inched away, leaving for her to ghost forward only to find nothing.

  "Are you seriously going to do this right now?" Y/N chuckled, opening her eyes to see the playful smirk on his face.

  "I think you know I'm doing this right now." He nodded, barely speaking in a whisper as he now leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers barely. She smiled and leaned back this time, biting her lip.

   "Two can play at that game."

[a/n]

WHY COULDN'T I FIND A NON SEXY ENDING

WHY DONT I WRITE SMUT MORE

I CANT BELIEVE MYSELF, WHAT A HOE

anyways, off topic, is any one else shook by the fact that dylan can go from "sunshine" to "sex god" real quick like????

how

also, love you so much!