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*Dylan’s POV*
I wake up some time in the early hours of the morning. My back is killing me and my neck aches where I’ve been sleeping on the floor. I think about crawling back into the bed which I’m supposed to be sharing with Lottie when I hear some sort of creature scampering around on the floor next to me, but then I realise that I’m sleeping here for a reason.
Yesterday my argument with Lottie made me realise that for the first time she’s, unhappy? Unhappy with what, I have no idea. Our relationship? Thomas’ kidnapping? Grace? Who knows? It’s probably a mixture of everything. Which is why I need to make sure that I do everything I can to get Thomas back, because when he comes back, I’ll get my girlfriend back too. With him gone, it’s almost like she doesn’t need me anymore, like she doesn’t even want to need me anymore. So here I am, sleeping on the floor in an attempt to get the old Lottie back, the Lottie I fell in love with in the first place.
It soon becomes clear to me that now I’m awake I won’t be falling asleep again. To distract myself from the thought of what other bugs are lounging around with me on the floor, I turn my attention to the fast approaching filming of the 5th season of Teen Wolf.
I literally can’t explain how excited I am to get back on set with the rest of the cast. Don’t get me wrong, I adore the cast of The Maze Runner, but I’ve been a part of Teen Wolf for so long now that I feel like they’re almost like my second family. As a surprise for Lottie, I’ve managed to get her a job as the make- up artist for the Teen Wolf cast, but now I’m scared that she won’t want to come, for whatever reason that’s making her so unhappy.
That’s what terrifies me slightly about Lottie. She’s changed in so many ways that I’m scared that the old Lottie who I love will never come back. For whatever reason, I feel like she’s slowly becoming more confident, which is great and everything, but what if she doesn’t need me around to help and protect her anymore? What if I just become that guy who she liked for a bit but as soon as she became this brand new girl, I just fade into the distance, and she never thinks about me again?
I wipe away the hot tears which are burning down my face before I even realise that they’re there. Before now I hadn’t realised just how much Lottie means to me. I hate myself for not seeing that she’s the perfect girl for me sooner. And now she’s starting to drift further away from me, and I’m going to lose one of the most important aspects of my life. I’m going to lose the first girl who has made me want to commit and be with for the rest of my life. I’ve turned her against me. I’ve turned the most precious thing I have into someone who practically hates me.
I have to save this relationship before it’s too late.
The next morning comes around painfully slowly. As light fills the room, I tip toe over to the cracked and dirty mirror to check that it’s not too obvious that I spent the night crying. I glance over to Lottie who looks restless and tired, even though she’s fast asleep. There’s a crease in her forehead between her eyes which I know that I’m the cause of. Sighing, decide to leave her to sleep for a while longer.
I silently pull my shoes on and run my fingers through my hair, making sure there are no bugs in it or anything. Just as I’m finished checking my hair, I hear rustling coming from Lottie’s bed and see her sat up, keeping her eyes down in her lap.
“I-“She starts, and I perch myself on the end of the bed, giving her a small smile, even though she refuses to make eye contact with me to see. “I heard you crying last night.” She says so quietly that I can barely hear her. I notice her eyes filling up with tears, but she quickly ruffles her hair in front of her face, purposely making it impossible to see her getting upset.
I softly remove the hair from her face, and tuck it gently behind her ear. Taking her head in my hands, I plant a kiss on her forehead and wrap my arms around her, pulling her in as tight as I possibly can. Lottie’s whimpers soon turns into sobs as she continuous to dampen my t shirt with tears.
“Hey, don’t cry. It’s okay, please don’t cry.” I whisper, as soothingly as I can. It breaks my heart every time I see her cry.
“I-I’m a terrible girlfriend.” She sobs into my chest.
“What? No! Why would you think that?” I say, shock evident in my voice.
“I just, ever since Thomas disappeared I’ve not asked you once how you were feeling. All I’ve done is talk about myself and get angry at you for doing nothing. All you’ve done is try and protect me and be there for me and all I’ve done in return is be horrible.” Lottie says, her voice shaking slightly from the crying.
“Lottie, I’m glad you’re worried about Thomas, honestly I am. At this point I want nothing more than for him to come home, and knowing that you’re worried about him too is great because that means we have an even better chance of finding him sooner. From now on, we’ll work as the world’s most epic team and we’ll find him together, with the help of the police of course. But I need you to trust me like I trust you. We’ll find him twice as fast if we’re not worried that the other one of us is doing something that the other person doesn’t know about. Sound good?” I say, and she looks up at me, smiling brightly. I can honestly say that even though her cheeks are a little puffy and her eyes are full of tears, she has never looked so beautiful.
Right now, in this moment, I feel like everything is falling back into place. I feel like I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have the most amazing girlfriend by my side, and I feel like I can take on the world. If Thomas wasn’t missing right now, I feel like my life would be complete. I love her. And trust me, I will never let her forget that for as long as she’ll let me.