Dylan O'Brien Imagines

84. Piano Pt. 2// Dylan

I need her to get better. I need my (y/n) back, my baby girl, my crazy most adorable girlfriend who I love more than anything else.

I drove home and I knew that when I went inside to check on (y/N), she would be in the same exact place, doing the same exact thing she's been doing for the last half a month.

I walked up the stairs and into the music room. And I saw my beautiful baby girl sitting there. I knew if I said anything, she'd start crying. But, I didn't want that. I couldn't stand her in pain.

I stood there staring at her. I walked into the room and kneeled down behind her. I sat next to her and held her hand in mine as he just kept on staring at the piano that's given her so much pain.

I held her hand. I looked into her eyes as she stared off. I looked down a few minutes later, but just then, she said something. She hasn't talked in so long.

"What's wrong with me, Dyl?" My head shot up.

A tear slid down my cheek as I saw one slide down hers.

"Baby girl, nothing's wrong with you. You're just thinking about things. Things are going through your head and it's making you do and think things." I told her. I just hope I was telling her the truth.

Then, she looked at me. Tears streamed down her eyes as I slid closer to her and picked her up in my arms. I set her on my lap and kissed her head.

"(y/n), i'm so sorry. You're going to be okay, sweetheart. I promise." I confessed.

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I'm taking a one week course of piano lessons online. I just needed the basics. (y/n) needs to hear piano music to get better, then piano music she will hear.

A week later, Friday night, I guess (y/n) was coming in to sit by the piano again. But at that point, I was practicing for her.

She stood in the doorway, watching me.

"Dylan?" She called out to me. I hadn't told her yet what I was doing. I hadn't told her that I was practicing piano for her.

I looked back at her, and I saw tears well up in her eyes.

"Dylan," She cried as she ran to me. I stood up before she got to me. I wrapped my arms around her.

"I've been listening to you all week." She paused, pulling away after a minute or two. I set my hand on her cheek, caressing her cheek. "Dylan, why are you doing that?"

"I know what you have, (y/n). And I know you know, too. And if playing for you is the only thing that will get you better, then I'll practice for as long as it will take for me to be able to play for you. 'Cause, (y/n), I miss you. I miss the old you that used to dance around the house when you're tired. I miss the you that used to laugh at every single thing. I miss your laugh itself and I haven't heard that or your beautiful voice in forever. So, if going through piano practices and doing stuff that I don't have a clue how to do, then I will do it, 'cause (y/n), I love you, and I miss you." I exclaimed, looking down at her as she looked up at me.

Her arms wrapped around my torso as she cried out again.

"I love you, (y/n). And I hate seeing you this way. I need you back and I will do anything to get you back." I added.

"Thank you, Dyl. So much, I love you, so much. I'm back." She said, and i knew she was. She lifted her head and I kissed her lips. I so missed her lips.

A minute later, "Dyl?" She said.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Do you think you could show me what you have so far?" She asked me, with a smile.

"Of course." I held her hand and walked her over to the piano. I sat down as she sat down in my lap. I placed my hands in my original position and I started playing a song that I learned.

(y/n), then, placed her hands on mine after I played for a while. I set her fingers on the correct keys as I placed my hands on top of hers. I pressed down at her fingers as I showed her how to play.

"Dyl, it's beautiful. Thank you so much." She smiled, turning around towards me.

I smiled back as our arms wrapped around each other.

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I've been playing for (y/n) for almost a whole year now, and even though she still has the mental illness, she's gotten better when I play for her.

I'm just glad that I could make her feel better, make the darkest part of her not so dark. My (y/n)'s back, she's back with me. I found my way back to her. We found our way back to each other. 

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*There's part 2 of Piano// Dylan. I hoped y'all liked this one. I know I did. Kinda sad, I gotta say. But it was so sweet, right? Make sure to read my previous imagines and vote and comment. Luv you guys.*