"No one would've seen it coming. Especially me, and it tore me apart..."
"Action!" The director said, pointing at Dylan and I.
Filming The Death Cure was such a fun experience. I wouldn't have asked for much more, being able to make a movie with Dylan.
After the scene, and after the director yelled "cut!", Dylan and I made our way back to his trailer for the night. Although I had my own, he wanted me to stay with him.
"Hey, babe?" Dylan asked for me.
"Yes, Dyl?" I questioned.
Slipping on my pajamas, I turn around and catch him watching me get dressed; which I obviously don't mind.
"I love you. And I just wanted to say, you're a great actress. And I admire you. More than just my girlfriend." He said with a perky smile.
I couldn't help but smile and make my way over to Dylan who is laying down, watching me come towards him.
"Awe, Dyl. I love you, too. That made me feel really happy." I say, pausing my sentence to finish walking over to him; I lay next to him.
"You know, Dyl, you're probably the best actor I've known. And hey- I know a lot of celebrities!" I chuckle, as he wraps his arm around my waist and smiles. He didn't say anything, he just smiled.
"Y/N..." He was about to say something until he stopped himself and instead kissed me on the cheek.
"Mmhm?" I motion for him to continue, in words.
"I have plans to never leave you. Unless someone invents a live-in Chicken restaurant." He jokes, as I punch him in the side and giggle as a response to his groan.
"So funny, haha" I purposely laugh like a dork.
I turn around in Dylan's bed to face him and he's just lying there, silently, smiling like an idiot. That cheesy dorky smile.
"What are you so happy about?" I question, smiling just like him; a dork.
"You, Y/N. You're just so beautiful." He uses his hand to caress my face and push the hair out of my face.
Looking in Dylan's eyes, I lean closer in and look down at his lips and then back into his hazelnut eyes.
"Just kiss me already" He chuckles, using his thumb to touch my lips.
Our lips synchronize together, and his grip on my waist becomes tighter. His soft lips caress mine and in minutes, it becomes heated as he begins pulling my shirt above my head.
"God, you're so beautiful." He moans, pausing and then going back to my mouth, softly biting my bottom lip.
Dylan's hands explore my torso and stomach, reaching down to my thighs and pulling me on top of him;instead of next to.
I giggle, moving my mouth down to his neck, kissing him, as he began pulling my hair.
"Dylan?" I hear the director calling for him outside of his trailer. We both silently laugh and I jump off of him, making my way into the small trailer bathroom.
Dylan's POV :
Well... the director totally ruined my night. But, he usually doesn't come to my trailer to see me so it must be important.
"Yeah?" I ask, trudging myself in sweatpants to the door and swinging it open.
"I just wanted to tell you to make sure to practice your lines for tomorrow. Goodnight."
I sigh, forgetting that tomorrow is one of my biggest stunts- riding a motorcycle for my next scene.
Y/N'S POV:
"Babe. It's safe. You can come out of the bathroom, now" Dylan laughs, finding me standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
"Let's go to sleep, princess..." I say, flipping myself onto his soft, warm bed.
The next day:
"Okay, O'brien... time to do the next scene. You ready? Make sure to not Rev the gas too much. This scene will only last about 30 seconds." The director yells from across the set.
Dylan's POV:
"There isn't much I could mess up in 30 seconds... I'll be fine." I tell myself.
"Take one of the Maze Runner: The Death Cure...." The director begins to say, clapping his director's board.
"Action!" He yells, giving me the go to begin the scene.
I start the motorcycle and hop on, facing towards tbe big cameras and the crew, I begin making my way down the set.
Y/N'S POV:
"Don't you think he's going a little too fast? I don't want him to get hurt..." I worry, pacing back and forth and talking to the director.
"I'm sure he'll be just fine, Y/N." The director shrugs my worry off his shoulders and continues to watch Dylan.
Since I haven't ate yet (it's 6am in the morning), I decided to walk to the food cart filled with many types of foods of all different colors, I grab a banana.
"Hey, Y/N! Grab me a banana, too?" Kaya yells, walking towards me.
"No problem!" I grab two bananas and shuffle my feet quickly to her. In the second the banana touches Kaya's hand, I hear a loud screech and a few yells, followed by the sound of metal clashing with the ground.
Quickly, I swish around to face the set and see Dylan, lying unconscious in the dirt; a little bit of blood surrounded his face. My face turned pale in .5 seconds and I felt like fainting.
"DYLAN!! NO!" I yell, running as fast as I could towards the wreck. Once I reach his limp body on the ground, I fall to my knees and bury my face in my hands, weeping.
Yelling surrounded me. The shouts of everyone suffocated the air I was already having trouble breathing. Everything's a blur. I didn't know what to do...
"Someone! P-please ca-call 911!" I stuttered in my own mess of tears, not paying attention to the people already calling the police.
"Dylan. PLEASE be okay. C'mon stay with me." I yell, exaggerating my words.
"Someone help, he isn't breathing!" I yelp, my breathing becoming more rapid.
Then, all of a sudden, everything goes black.
Two days later:
My vision is hazy as I slightly open my eyes, adjusting them to the light surrounding me. I didn't know where I was, at first.
"Y/N?" Are you okay?" I hear a man say. I finally can see where I am; a hospital room.
"What do you mean.." I question, still dazed; my head is pounding.
"You passed out at the scene of Dylan's accident. You've been sleeping for two days, now." The man says, checking my vitals. Confused, I wondered how someone could sleep for two days straight.
Not worrying about myself, I look around the room for Dylan who I wish to be with me in here.
"We-where is he? Dy-Dylan? Is he okay? I want to see him." I ask a million questions, with no answer.
The doctor's response is hesitant, making me worry. I couldn't see Dylan in the room so, where could he be?
I quickly stand from the hospital bed, pulling the IV from my arm. Dizzy on my feet, I still continue to walk out of the room and into the halls.
"Where. Is. He." I become agitated and a single tear trembles down my cheeks. As I wonder the halls, the doctor catches up with me to bring me back to the white, small hospital room.
Sitting me down onto the hospital bed, I feel my hands shake. More tears stream down my face as I became even more worried.
"I-I'm sorry... Dylan didn't make it."
His words sunk into my ears and choked me. I couldn't notice anything anymore but my eyes filled with what seemed to be thousands of tears.. Those few words brought me to fists in the air and shouting for mercy as I fell off of the hospital bed, screaming in utter brokenness.
The doctor tried to comfort me but I pushed him away and buried my face back into my hands, swaying back and forth on my knees....
Okay... I literally apologize for this. I don't know, this just kind of broke me. I was crying while typing this for an hour. Sorryyyy! :(
Btw, the girl wasn't anyone on the Maze Runner, she was just a made-up character added for this Imagine.
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