Boy Meets Girl
Chapter one: The concussion
Characters: Dylan O'Brien x Reader
Word Count: 2798
Warnings: occasional swearing, and terrible sentence structure/grammar ( I am working on it)
Notes: Y/N - your name.. Y/n/n- your nick name.
This is based off the Disney Channel Movie Starstruck with a twist. I do not own the rights to the movie.
“Y/N…” Annabeth whined, fidgeting on the couch trying to see around you to continue watching the youtube video playing on the xbox.
“Oh I’m sorry, A.B. am I blocking your way from what’s his name?” You smirked, turning your head back around to glance at the video. It was of her celebrity crush doing an interview to promote some new movie of his. There was no denying he was pretty. Tall build, and a scruffy face that he couldn’t stop touching whenever he spoke. You noticed the person sitting next to him in the interview, he looked oddly familiar with his dirty blonde hair styled to look like he just rolled out of bed.
“Hey who’s the guy next to him?” You asked, trying to put a name to his face.
“Do you live under a rock? We are going to have to get you out of the apartment soon before you become a hermit.” Your roommate grumbled, “Seriously Y/N, move it or loose it.” You finally gave in and moved from her line of sight and joined her on the couch. You plopped down, which earned you a playful glare. You were fixing to put your headphones in, since you didn’t care about feeding into her obsession when she tore her gaze away from the TV.
“And to answer your question, that’s Taylor Kitsch. Remember he was the sexy one on Friday Night Lights?"
"Oh yeah, I knew I recognized him.”
“I’m surprised you recognized him at all, do you even know what year it is?” You glared at your best friend, putting in one earbud, but before you could get the other one in she continued talking, “Come on, when is the last time you came out with me and Lex? Oh… I’ll tell you, too damn long. You have got to start living your life again Y/n/n, Its been 6 months."
You stiffened at her comment, thinking she was about to say his name. The last thing you wanted to think of on your day off from the hospital was about your ex-fiancé. "It hasn’t been that long since I went out..” You trailed off, playing with the hem of your over-sized Falcons sweatshirt. You knew it was the truth, but you tried to play it off anyway.
“Yes it has.. Come with us tonight! We are going to try to get into the premiere of American Assassins after party.” She gushed, turning to you excitedly. “You don’t have an excuse either, you are off tomorrow too. Please, it will be fun. It will be like old times, just us girls.”
“I don’t know A.B, I don’t feel like getting all dressed up to go to party we might not even get into. I don’t want to stand around all night just so you can get one look at Brien O'Dylan.” You deadpanned, “Besides, how do you know I don’t already have plans? Hm?”
“First of all his name is DYLAN O'Brien. Second of all.. I know you. Your only plan was to order Chinese food and binge watch Friends. Then when you are tired of watching Friends, you will go to the freezer get the Chunky Monkey ice-cream and turn on Harry Potter.” You just stared at her as she continued, “THEN you will start thinking about Ryan. 30 minutes into whichever movie you put on, you will turn it off, pull out your phone and stare at the text messages I know you still have saved… ” She said the last part in a whisper.
You had stopped fiddling with your sweatshirt and stared at your ring finger, the one that used to have the most gorgeous princess cut diamond engagement ring on it. You let out a small sigh, tears burning in the back of y/e/c eyes. “It still hurts.."
"Y/n/n I know it does.. But please come out with us, the first step to moving on is getting yourself back out there.” She nudged your shoulder lightly, offering a small smile. You returned it gratefully, trying to pull yourself together. You knew your best friend was right, you couldn’t let one guy keep you from living your life. You brushed the tears out of your eyes while standing up from the position you were in on the couch, and offered her your hand. Annabeth tilted her head and raised an eyebrow toward you, but accepted anyway letting you pull her up too.
“If I’m going to this stupid thing.. I’m going to need to borrow a dress.” She squealed, pulling you into a hug. She released you quickly, grabbing your hand once again, dragging you up the stairs to what you were sure was the start to a very long night.
You kept tugging at the bottom of Annabeth’s black dress which was too short for your liking but she insisted you wear. Every time you went to pull the bottom down, it made your cleavage that more noticeable. We made our way across the street to the Chinese Theater where the premiere was being held, stumbling slightly in the heels that your other best friend Alexis demanded you wear “to show off your sexy ass legs that any guy would kill to have wrapped around them.“ Lex and Annabeth were walking ahead of you, talking excitedly about the after party we were trying to crash. Lex had come over earlier to help you with your hair. She knew that if it was up to you it would have been thrown on top of your head in a messy bun. You brushed the Y/h/c hair out of your eyes, and ran your hand through it slightly.
"Y/N if you touch your hair one more time I will physically hurt you. I know you’re not used to having it down and actually fixed to not look like a hobo but seriously, you look smoking. And stop fidgeting with the dress, it’s the perfect ass-to-boob ratio.” Lex smirked at you, as she looped her arm through Annabeths. You gave her your best death glare, which didn’t have any affect of her since it was followed by you stumbling. Again.
“I look ridiculous. I should just go home, they are going to laugh in our face’s if we try to get in there.” You whined, stopping in the long line of guest waiting to get in.
“Stop being such a worry wart, we will be fine. There is no way they will say no to letting us in, I mean have you looked at us.” Annabeth laughed, gesturing up and down to her red dress that left nothing to the imagination.
“A.B’s right, besides if we don’t get in here I heard Tyler Posey is throwing an after-after party at his house, we could totally sneak in. Less security.” Lex stated, clearly having done her research.
“Which one is that again?” You asked, not remembering all the celebrities from the werewolf show they were obsessed with.
“Omg, you still haven’t watched Teen Wolf yet? That’s it, we’re done.” Lex joked, shifting ahead in the line slightly. “We seriously need to have a Teen Wolf marathon one night and force you to watch it.”
“I just don’t care about TV that much.” You shrugged your shoulders, standing on your tippy toes to look out over the long line of people.
“That’s a damn lie. You watch Friends like it will never come back on again.” Annabeth nudged your shoulder playfully.
“It’s not my fault I have normal hobbies that don’t include stalking celebrities.” You fired back, which caused Annabeth to nudge you again. We stood in the line chatting about work, and other things; before long your feet were starting to hurt. We had been waiting for two hours, when you had enough.
"Guys come on, obviously this line isn’t going to end anytime soon.. And I’ve had to pee for like 45 minutes.“ You whined to your two best friends.
"But Y/N.. Come on, please. 30 more minutes, I checked Twitter and it said Dylan is still there and the line isn’t even that long anymore.” Annabeth begged. She was giving you her best puppy dog face which caused Lex to join her, ganging up on you, as always.
“Fine. 30 more minutes, after that we are leaving. No buts.” You said, sounding like your mother. You shook your head lightly as Annabeth said thank you, giving you a slight squeeze. “I’m going to go find a bathroom though, I’ll be right back.” You started walking back down the street. You turned into the alley way which was a shortcut to get to the bar on the back side of the road.
You weren’t paying attention to where you were going as you pulled out your phone. You checked the time and noticed it was almost 1 a.m, no wonder you were exhausted you thought to yourself. You opened your group text fixing to tell Lex and Annabeth you were just going to go home, when the side entrance door to the theater burst open knocking your phone out of your hand and sending you tumbling to the ground.
“Ow..” you groaned, trying to sit up while placing your hand on your head. Suddenly a gorgeous freckled man was hovering over you, his warm brown as widened as he looked you over, clearly panicking.
“Oh my god, did I just hit you?” He asked, placing one of his hands on your arm trying to help you get steady.
“No the door hit me by itself..” You rolled your eyes, shrugging off his hand from your arm.
“This is not good.” He exclaimed, running his hand through his already messy dark brown hair.
“For you or for me? Cause right now it feels a lot worse for me.” You rolled your eyes at the handsome stranger again, bringing your hand to your head once more.
“This is really not good.” He said again, looking up and down the alleyway like he was expecting someone.
“Wait, your Dylan O'B–” You were cut off before you could finish your sentence by this hand extremely large hand covering your mouth.
“I will give VIP ticket’s to my next premiere if you don’t scream my name.” He begged, looking directly into your eyes. You jerked his hand away from your mouth and glared up at him.
“I don’t want to see your stupid movie.” You huffed. Your head was throbbing, and you were starting to feel sick.
“Okay.. Yeah we definitely need to get you to a doctor.” He said, running his hands down his face. He pulled out his phone and started typing a message to someone.
“I am a nurse asshat. YOU don’t need to take me anywhere.” Putting more emphasis on the word, making it clear you weren’t going anywhere with him. He raised his eyebrows slightly, a smirk forming on his lips. He gave you a once over while taking a little to long staring at your bare legs, so you snapped at him, “My eyes are up here.”
He coughed clearly embarrassed to have been caught staring. He leaned closer to you, and a breath caught in your throat. You could easily close the distance and kiss him, but you wouldn’t. His eyes left yours for a moment and traveled down to your lips, it looked like he was about to close the distance when the Alleyway was filled with lights, and a car came pulling up. The moment was gone, and you realized why he was standing over you. He reached a little farther behind you and grabbed your phone, placing it gently in your hand. “Come on, let me help you up.” He offered both his hands to you, which you smacked away.
“I don’t need any help from you.” You snapped again, rolling away from him so you could stand on your own. You managed to gain enough strength to push yourself up, but when you did you almost passed out from the blood rushing to your head. Dylan’s hands were the only thing keeping you from tumbling to the ground again, and he had such a firm grip on your waist you were sure there would be bruises tomorrow. What bothered you the most wasn’t the fact that he was holding you, it was the inappropriate thoughts that followed.
“Easy princess..” He spoke softly, turning you toward him. He noticed a small amount of blood on your forehead, “Hey, you’re bleeding..” He pouted as he brushed a stand of hair out of your eyes, and started leading you toward the car. You still felt sick, and lightheaded. Tyler came around from the drivers side, and looked at Dylan alarmed.
“Uh…bro, who’s this? What happened?” He asked, looking between you and Dylan.
“Help now, questions later.” Dylan stated. Tyler furrowed his brow but didn’t ask for an explanation again.
“Oooookay… here just get in the car..” Tyler said making his way toward you. Dylan made sure Tyler had a grip on you before he let go to walk to the drivers side. Tyler guided you toward the passenger seat of what looked like a black mustang. He gently helped you sit down, your head was throbbing so much that you didn’t care anymore. All you wanted to do was go home. Once you were in the seat, Tyler started asking questions again. “Who is this?"
"Seatbelt.” Dylan said gesturing to Tyler to grab it and hand it to him, “What is your name?” He asked, taking the seatbelt from Tyler and making sure you were buckled in properly.
“Y/N." You said, rolling your eyes for what felt like the millionth time since you met him.
"Well it’s nice to meet you Y/N.” Dylan smiled, trying to lighten the mood as he buckled up his seat belt.
“I could think of nicer ways..” You grumbled, which caused Dylan and Tyler to chuckle.
“Um.. I’m not feeling to hot.”
“Woah do not throw up in my car, I just got her detailed.” Tyler begged, looking down at you. You just glared at him, and layed your head back onto the seat. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see spots. You knew you might have a mild concussion, nothing some aspirin and an ice pack couldn’t fix. Tyler shut the car door but leaned down so he could still talk to us. Dylan reached into his pocket for the keys to his car, and handed them to Tyler.
“I’ll see you at the party in a bit, and bro.. Don’t tell anyone about this.” Dylan asked his best friend. Tyler just nodded, turning around to walk through the entrance Dylan came out of earlier. Dylan started the car, and pulled out of the alley. We sat in silence for a moment, you could tell Dylan wanted to say something but he just kept his eyes on the road.
“Where are you taking me?” You asked, tearing your gaze from the window.
“I told you, the hospital."
"And I told you, I’m a nurse. Just take me home please..” Your voice barely above a whisper.
“But you’re bleeding..” Dylan whined, sounding like a 3 year old when they don’t get their way.
“I won’t be the only one either unless you take me home.” You demanded this time with more force. He reluctantly agreed, plugging in the address you gave him into his phone. You turned your attention back toward the window as Dylan mumbled something under his breath you didn’t catch. You were fixing to ask what he said when a ringtone went off. Dylan reached into his suit pocket and pulled out his phone to answer it.
“Hey bro what’s up?” Dylan looked over at you, a playful smile on his face. You were admiring his moles when his eyes widened. “Shit.. Are you serious?” Dylan groaned, “Okay dude, yeah I’ll be right there.” This time your eyes widened as he made a quick u-turn at the next red-light.
“Where are you going?” You yelled.
“How do you feel about a party?” Dylan offered, a hopeful and pleading smile on his face.