#anyway I’m writing some soft Dylan Parks content

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Dylan Parks when you give him any form of positive attention: Say sike right now or I’ll punch you in the face. You aren’t allowed to be nice to me.

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A Place To Call Home pt 3

PART ONE | PART TWO

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Wordcount: 8,711

Warnings: Language, sexual assault, violence, mentions of blood

A/N: I have to give a huge thank you to the amazingly wonderful @writing-obrien for helping to come up with the idea for this part and for proof reading it for me! This part is very very intense and the content is very mature, it’s not all cute and fluffy like the other parts have been. Anyways, I hope you guys like it, let me know what you think! Enjoy! 

“Dylan I-“

“No, hear me out. I know it’s crazy. I know we literally met yesterday and I’m asking you to basically drop everything and go to another country with me but…but thinking about leaving you tomorrow gives me this pit in my stomach. I don’t even want to know what that pit is going to feel like when I actually have to leave. Come with me, please?”

“I would love that more than anything. And that pit you feel? I feel it too and it’s ridiculous because we did just meet and it already feels like leaving you is like leaving a part of me and I hate that. It kills me. But Dyl, I can’t just go with you, it’s not that simple. I have work and my life back home, my apartment, my pets, I would have to plan for this, I would have to figure out who would take care of them, how I would pay rent, I don’t even know what I would tell my job. And not only that but I don’t even have a passport.”

As I clunked my way down the stairs, the boot on my foot making it sound like a herd of elephants, of Dylan’s home, memories of last night replayed in my head. I remembered the look on his face when I told him I couldn’t go; it was like I had just told him the Met’s were the worst team in baseball history. However, it only lasted a few moments before he smiled and me and nodded, telling me that he understood, after that I fell asleep on his chest, wishing that I could have said yes to his question.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Dylan sitting at the island reading over something on his phone while he ate a bowl of cereal.

“I see you went the easy route today?” I smiled as I walked over to him to sit down.

“I didn’t want to risk waking you up with the smoke detector again.” He smirked and pulled me onto his lap before I could sit down in my own seat.

“What time is your flight?” I asked softly, wrapping my arm around his neck, even though part of me just wanted to pretend it wasn’t happening.

“It’s not until this afternoon,” he said reaching around me and taking the last bite of his breakfast before pushing it back on the counter. “Which is a good thing because I still haven’t packed.” He laughed.

His laugh made me smile even though my heart was starting to ache. I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, my fingers at the back of his neck playing with the small hairs there. As I pulled away I rested my forehead against his, my eyes closed, just trying to take in the small moment. His hands on my waste, thumbs rubbing small circles on my hips as if to reassure me that everything would be okay.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered finally opening my eyes to look at him.

“What are you sorry for, love?” Dylan asked softly bringing his hand to gently caress my cheek.

“About last night,” I sighed. “About not being able to come with you. I want to, more than anything but I just can’t.” I spoke, my voice cracking slightly as I tried to fight back tears and he must have been able to tell.

“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for.” He sat up slightly and turned me so I was facing him, “I shouldn’t have just asked you to drop everything for me, it was selfish of me to do that.” I sighed and nodded bringing my hand up to rest on top of his.

“If I could do it, I would. It a heartbeat.” I confessed as I linked our fingers together.

“I know and I was thinking, I know you can’t just come with me for the whole time I’m there but maybe you could come visit me when you have some time off and once you get a passport.” He winked after the last part. Getting a passport was something I had been meaning to do for a long time but just hadn’t gotten around to it, but now I had the perfect reason.

“Really?” I asked somewhat surprised that he still wanted me to come see him out there. He nodded at me and I smiled. “I would love that, so much.”

“Good.” He smiled and kissed me gently but passionately. “You should probably wait until that ankle is all healed up anyways.” He stated. That was something I hadn’t even thought about but he was probably right.

We spent the next hour or so just sipping on coffee and enjoying each other’s company before Dylan had to pack. I helped him fold his clothes so they weren’t just thrown into his bag in a mess; he offered to let me keep the shirt of his that I had on along with one of his sweatshirts. He said it was because he could tell I was comfortable in them but I knew it was just because he’d hoped when we would video chat he’d get a chance to see me in them since apparently he found that attractive. I helped him make sure he packed all the things he would need, toothpaste, toothbrush, other toiletries. As I was in the bathroom grabbing them for him I realized how awful my hair looked and took a minute to fix it. While in the middle of pulling my hair up into a bun I heard Dylan call my name making me turn around to look, just as I did I heard the shutter sound on his phone.

“What was that for?” I asked looking at him with a confused look on my face. He was looking down at his phone admiring the photo he’d just taken.

“Just something to remember you by.” He smirked. I walked over to look at the image he had taken of me. My hair was in a mess in my hands, the t-shirt of his I had on had almost raised up enough to reveal my ass, I had the slightest smile on my face, you almost couldn’t tell. I smacked his shoulder and rolled my eyes, it wasn’t a bad picture but it wasn’t one I would keep around of myself. “You’re beautiful.” He said, leaning over he kissed me gently and I couldn’t stop the blush from forming on my cheeks.

After we finished getting Dylan all packed up I changed out of his shirt and into my clothes from the day before, adding his sweatshirt that he was lending to me to the outfit. I thumped down the stairs and placed his t-shirt by my bag. His suitcases were all set out by the front door, ready to go when it was time. I walked into the living room and sat down next to Dylan, leaning against him as he shot someone a text.

“Tyler’s going to be here in a few to pick me up and take me to the airport. Are you going to come?” He asked wrapping his arms around me and leaning back, pulling me down with him.

“Is it okay if I come?” I asked, sure I wanted to but I didn’t know if it would be okay with him.

“I would love it if you came.” He smiled and it was decided.

We laid there for the next few minutes just talking and kissing every so often, trying to take in as much time with each other as we could. Neither of us heard the door or anyone walk in until Tyler’s loud voice was ringing in our ears.

“Alright love birds, I hate to break up this movie moment but we have to go.” Tyler said walking over to the couch. I buried my face in Dylan’s chest, slightly embarrassed that we had been caught in such a cliché type moment.

“Ty, don’t get them a hard time, look how cute they are!” I heard Liz’s voice and I laughed against Dylan’s chest, he laughed too as he kissed the top of my head.

“He’s right babe, we have to get going.” I sighed as we sat up, I knew he was right but I just wished we could have a little more time just the two of us.

Dylan and Tyler grabbed his bags and started loading them into the trunk of the car while Liz and I followed behind.

“Just think of how awesome it’s going to feel to see him again after such a long time.” Liz turned to me and tried to give me a reassuring smile. I appreciated the effort but it wasn’t helping me.

“You know, when you say ‘a really long time’ that kind of ruins the effect.” I said giving her a hard time. “But you’re right. It just sucks.�� I sighed. Liz wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug while we watched the boys load up the car.

“I know, I’m sorry.” She said sympathetically.

“I just never thought I would fall for him or for anyone like this, it’s real, Liz.” I looked over at her and she was grinning like an idiot.

“You’re in love with him!” She said excitedly but soft enough for only us to hear.

“Shut up! I’m not; I mean...I don’t know, I just like him… a lot. It’s way too soon to be saying that.” I shoved her shaking my head.

Maybe I was falling in love with him.

Liz sat in the front while Dylan and I sat in the back, not leaving the middle seat between us. I leaned my head on his shoulder, his hand resting in my lap as our fingers were linked together. We didn’t say anything the whole way to the airport. We just sat there, being together. The ride to the airport seemed to go by far too fast and before I knew it we were pulling into the parking garage. I sighed when the car came to a stop and Dylan leaned down to kiss the top of my head before we all got out of the car. A worker came over and began helping load all the bags onto a dolly so they were easier to take inside. Dylan tipped them and the four of us made our way into the airport.

Liz, Tyler and I could only go to where security started since we didn’t have boarding passes. Dylan said goodbye to Liz with a short hug, then to Tyler with a big hug, they called each other bro and slapped each other’s backs. Finally Dylan came over to me, Tyler and Liz had stepped back to give us a minute alone.

“I’m going to miss you.” I whispered looking down at the ground, unable to look at him because I knew if I did I would start crying.

Dylan wrapped his arms around me tightly and my arms immediately when around his waist holding him just as tight. I could feel a few tears start to trickle down my cheeks and Dylan must have felt them through his shirt because he pulled back. He reached under my chin, gently lifting it with his finger so that I was looking at him.

“I’m going to miss you too. But as soon as that foot is all healed you can come see me and I bet that will be here before you know it.” His voice was soft and soothing; I sniffled as he wiped a tear from my cheek. “We can talk every day, okay? On the phone, through text, and on facetime. We’re going to talk so much you’ll get sick of me.” He smiled and I couldn’t help but let out the smallest laugh. I nodded slowly and finally looked into his eyes. I could see the sadness in them; neither of us wanted him to go.

“If you have time will you call me when you get all settled in your room? So I know you got there okay and everything.” I asked, not wanting to seem too clingy or desperate to talk to him. He smiled.

“That will be the first thing I do, love.” He reassured me.

“And I’m going to get started on getting a passport.” I laughed, trying my best to lighten the mood and make it seem like I wasn’t hurting as much as I was. Dylan laughed and brought his other hand to rest on my other cheek.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine, softly at first until my arms moved from his waist to around his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue licked across my lips, a request that was answered right away as I parted my lips letting the kiss intensify. It was as if we were both letting all of our feelings be expressed in the kiss; we didn’t have to say anything to know just how much the other cared. When our lips finally parted our foreheads rested together, neither of us wanting the moment to end.

“You need to go or you’ll never make it to your gate in time.” I whispered, our eyes locking.

“I know, just let me look at you for a minute, I want to make sure I remember everything.” My cheeks were already slightly pink from the kiss but I knew they were only turning a darker shade now. He kissed me one more time, letting his lips linger on mine as he spoke, “I’ll see you soon, [Y/N].”

I nodded, my hands moving down his arms, one linking with his for just a moment before he had to go. Liz and Tyler walked back up next to me, Liz wrapping her arm around my shoulder as we watched Dylan go through security. He turned just before he was about to go through and I blew him kiss, he blew one back, then turned around and disappeared down the hall.

“You two are gross.” Tyler piped up but Liz smacked him in the arm. “Gross but in a cute way?” He asked trying to correct himself. I laughed and shook my head, at the two of them. Liz was going to have her hands full with Tyler.

After dropping Dylan off at the airport, Tyler dropped Liz and I off at her place and the two of us spent the rest of the day eating junk food and talking about everything that had happened the past few days. I felt bad that for the majority of my trip I had spent time with Dylan and not her. When I expressed that to her all she did was laugh and tell me not to worry about it, I think it was mostly because when I was spending time with Dylan, she was spending time with Tyler.

The next day it was back to the airport, this time I had a flight to catch. Tyler ended up coming with us but I didn’t mind, he had a way of making sure we didn’t get too emotional, there had been enough of that the day before.

“You keep her out of trouble, okay?” I told Tyler, giving him a wink, “She’s my best friend and you can’t let anything happen to her.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” He said stopping his foot and saluting me to which I rolled my eyes. I gave him and hug, thanking him for letting us come to set and the party before I walked over to Liz and gave her a hug.

“Call me as soon as you land, okay?” She asked and I laughed but nodded.

“Absolutely, and I’ll call you when I get home too. I know how much you worry.” I winked and she gave my arm a squeeze. We hugged one last time before I made my way through security and started my journey home.

It’s been four weeks since Dylan and I had parted ways, him going to South African, me coming home but we talked every day, usually multiple times a day. With each conversation we had I could feel myself falling for him more and more. I could tell him anything, he could tell me anything. We were still learning all kinds of things about each other, new things every day. He told me about his friends and family, even introduced me to some of his cast members on facetime. I told him about my family and friends and the crazy things I would hear the kids say while at work. Everything had been going better than I could have ever imagined, the only thing that would have made it better was if we weren’t oceans apart.

After getting home from work I slipped my shoes off and went through the mail I’d tossed on my table. I grabbed a snack in the kitchen, petting my dog and cat as I headed into my bedroom. I sighed lying back on my bed and pulling my phone out to send Dylan a quick text.

[Y/N]: Just got home from work, have some exciting news. Call me when you have a minute. :*

I sat back up in bed and grabbed my laptop opening it up to check my email and various social media accounts. Nothing good in my emails, no real interesting updates on facebook, and then I got to twitter. I saw that I had over a hundred notifications, considering I had under a hundred followers that was completely out of the ordinary. My eyes scanned the page and I saw that suddenly my follower count had jumped to over a two thousand. What the hell was going on?

I clicked on my notifications tab and was immediately bombarded with tweets from accounts I didn’t recognize.

Stay away from him WHORE!

He looks miserable with you. I hope you die!

LEAVE DYLAN ALONE YOU SLUTTY PIECE OF TRASH

If you go near Dylan again I will kill you, you ugly slut.

You’re just a creepy stalker, Dylan wants nothing to do with you. STAY AWAY FROM HIM.

The messages continued on like that, hundreds of them. Tears were stinging my eyes as I read them, I wanted to stop but I couldn’t, I just kept reading them and they only seemed to get worse as I read on. Name calling, threats, shaming, I had never seen or experienced anything like it. Why was this happening all of a sudden? How did people even find out I was with Dylan? I scrolled down and noticed some of the tweets had pictures attached. I held my breath and clicked on one, the second I saw it my mouth fell open. It was a picture of Dylan and I at the airport, my arms wrapped tightly around him, head resting on his chest as he hugged me back just as tightly. I closed it and opened the next. It looked like it was taken just as Dylan was walking away, our hands just starting to separate from each other. I scrolled down some more, another picture. This time we were kissing. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, how did these pictures get taken inside the airport? How did people figure out I was the one in those pictures.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I quickly closed twitter, I couldn’t stand to see anymore. I was startled when the ringing of an incoming FaceTime call started to sound on my computer in front of me. I looked at the screen and saw that it was Dylan, quickly wiping away the tears that were running down my face before answering.

“Hey you,” I said softly, faking a smile.

“Hi beautiful so what’s the go-wait, are you crying? Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice changed from excited and happy to worried and sad.

“Nothing, it’s nothing…” I whispered trying to wipe away the new tears that were forming before he could see them.

“It’s not nothing, I can tell something is bothering you. You can tell me anything, you know that.” Dylan’s voice was soft as he tried to reassure me through the computer. I was silent for a moment trying to figure out exactly how to tell him what was making me cry.

“I just…I’m getting some messages on twitter.” I confessed, not telling him exactly what they were saying in the tweets.

“What kind of messages?” He asked, his face filled with confusion. I should have known he would ask but I was hoping he wouldn’t.

“Calling me a whore, a slut, ugly, saying you look miserable with me. Calling me a stalker and saying they want me to d-die.” I couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, choking out the last word as they started flowing freely. I didn’t look at Dylan to see his reaction; I just buried my face in my hands.

“[Y/N], baby I… I’m so sorry. You know none of that is true though, right? You’re beautiful, wonderful, amazing. I’m happiest when I’m with you. How would they even know what I look like when I’m with you?” I tried my best to listen to everything he was saying, trying to calm myself as I did. Just hearing his voice helped, and I could feel the tears starting to slow down.

“There’s pictures. From the airport.” I told him weakly, finally glancing up at my computer screen to look at him. He looked like he was in complete shock, like he didn’t understand how those pictures would have been taken either.

“Hang on.” He said causing me to look at him in confusion.

“What are you doing?” I asked wishing I could see what he was doing. I could hear the clicking sounds of him typing and clicking on things so I knew it was something on the computer.

“I’m looking at your mentions and looking at those pictures.” He stated in a matter of fact tone.

“Dylan you don’t need to do that.” I said feeling a pit in my stomach. I hadn’t told him just how many messages I had gotten and how vulgar and awful they were, but he was about to see for himself.

“Oh my God.” He said, and I saw his face drop and turn almost completely white. “Baby you didn’t say it was this bad, this is not okay. I’m going to say something. I’m going to make it stop.”

“No, Dyl don’t do that, it could just make it worse. Then they’ll start saying I went crying to you and made you tell them to stop.” I pleaded with him and he sighed.

“They can’t get away with threatening you like that and you don’t deserve it.” Dylan rested his head on his hand and finally looked back at me. “Will you at least delete twitter so you won’t see any of that?” He asked with a sigh.

I nodded my head, he was right, they shouldn’t get away with it but I figured if we just ignored it, eventually it would stop.

“Yeah, I’ll delete it right now.” I told him opening twitter back up, ignored the alert that I had more notifications and went straight to suspending my account. “There, it’s gone.” I sighed and it actually felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

“Good, but if it starts happening anywhere else, please tell me, okay?” He asked and I just gave him a small smile and a nod. “You know how much you mean to me, right?”

“I know, you mean as much to me too.” I admitted to him and he smiled that amazing, warm smile that only made me smile.

“Oh, so what’s the good news?” He asked suddenly. I had almost forgotten that I’d even texted him telling him I had good news.

“Oh!” I said reaching over to the table next to my bed and grabbing a small book. “I got my passport today!” I held it up to show him and I could see his eyes light up.

“Finally! Now we just have to wait for the doctor to clear you right?” I nodded, a smile spread on my face.

“Yeah and I have an appointment tomorrow so fingers crossed,” I said holding my fingers up to the camera so he could see me crossing them as I laughed. “It’s feeling so much better though so I’m feeling pretty good about them clearing me.”

“Dylan! You’re needed back on set in five!” I heard someone yell in the background after there was a loud banging on his door. Dylan sighed and rolled his eyes.

“I have to go baby, but I’ll let you know as soon as I wrap for the day.” Dylan gave me a small smile. Neither of us were ready to hang up the call but we knew we had to.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later.” I said and blew him a kiss.

“Bye, love.” And we both hung up.

I closed my computer and placed it to the side, maybe fixing some dinner would help keep my mind off of everything I’d seen.

The next day the doctor gave me the all clear to take the boot off and be able to travel without any problems. The second I got the news I called Dylan and we planned out when I would come out there to see him. I had to give my job at least two weeks to plan for me to be gone and I gave them just that. Right after I got off the phone with Dylan I called my work to let them know that I would need two weeks off two weeks from then and made my way home. When I got home I booked my flight and sent all the info to Dylan so he would have it and know when I was arriving. I made plans to have my pets stay with my parents so that I wouldn’t have to worry about boarding them somewhere and I made sure all my bills and rent were ready to go, I didn’t want any distractions while spending time with Dylan.

The next two weeks went by increasingly slowly. I never knew time could move any slower than it was during those two weeks, they felt like they were never going to end.

I kept my promise to Dylan and told him when I started getting emails and facebook messages like the ones I had gotten on twitter. He wanted to do something about it, say something but I still wouldn’t let him. I just tried my best to ignore it and continued to hope it would go away. Maybe if they thought they weren’t getting to me they would give up.

“27 hours. That’s how long it’s going to take for me to get from here to there. I don’t know how I’m going to make it.” I laughed into the phone as I walked through Target, picking up a few last minute items for my trip.

“You’ll be fine, I know it’s a long flight but it’ll be worth it.” Dylan said, I could hear him smirking through the phone.

“Are you going to make it worth my while?” I asked playfully, biting my lip to try and make sure I didn’t smile like an idiot.

“Oh I’m going to make Every. Single. Second. Worthwhile baby. I’ve already told them I’m going to need a few days off.” I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks and I was sure everyone in the store was looking at me like I had something wrong with me but I didn’t care.

“I can’t wait to finally hug you and kiss you and just be with you. I’ve missed you so much.” I confessed, my voice soft so that people wouldn’t be able to overhear.

“I know, love. I can’t wait either. I’ve missed you too.” My heart fluttered at the thought of finally seeing him again after so long. “Just a couple more days.” He spoke and I nodded even though he couldn’t see me.

“I know.” I said simply as I walked up to a cash register to check out. “I have to go babe, I’m checking out at the store and I have to finish packing since my flight leaves early in the morning. I’ll call you before bed though.” I said loading everything up onto the conveyer belt.

“Can’t wait. If I don’t answer I’ll call you back as soon as I finish whatever scene I’m doing. Bye baby.” He said before hanging up the phone.

I stuck my phone in my bag and finished checking out at the store then headed out to my car loading everything in, double checking as I did to make sure I had everything I would need. I played music softly on my drive back to my apartment; it had gotten dark while I was in the store which made my drive home peaceful. There was something about driving at night that had a way of relaxing me.

As I pulled into my apartment complex I noticed how empty the parking lot looked, it was unusual for a week night, but I brushed it off and pulled into my usually spot. I got out of my car and grabbed my bags, locking the doors as I made my way up the stairs to my unit. I heard something behind me and turned to look to see what it was, just as I turned a hand grabbed my mouth and another wrapped around my waist.

“Scream and we’ll kill you.” Said the voice in a harsh whisper against my ear.

I whimpered and tears began to fill my eyes as another set of arms grabbed my legs. The two people started to carry me and I began kicking my legs trying to get free but their grips only tightened at I felt something sharp press against my stomach.

“Move again and this knife goes in.” The voice growled and I froze immediately.

They carried me around to the side of the my building before dropping me on the hard ground, the back of my head hitting the cement with a thud causing me to whimper in pain.

“She said don’t make a fucking sound!” The other voice chimed in.

“We told you to stay away from him. You should have listened little girl.” The second voice spoke as they leaned down next to my face. They started to pull away but came right back, punching me in the eye. Another cry of pain escaping.

“Now you’re going to pay.” The first voice spoke kicking me roughly in the side.

“P-Please don’t.” I whimpered, “I-I’ll l-leave him a-alone I swear.” I cried as tears soaked my face, my eyes closed, too scared to see what was coming.

“It’s too late for that now. We’ve been watching you and we know you’re going to see him. We’re not going to let that happen.” The girls voice was harsh, her breath was hitting my face, I knew she was close. “Hand me the golf club.” She said and my eyes shot open in fear.

I heard the other girl moving things around before I saw her hand off the golf club to the girl who asked for it.

“We’re going to make sure you never want to fuck him. Or anyone else. Ever. Again.” She said dragging the club down my body.

The second girl came over and picked up the knife that the first girl had dropped when they dropped me. She drug the blade across my face, down my neck, and down my body, stopping at my stomach. She stood it upright, the point sharp against my skin.

“I-I’m so-sorry just please l-let me go.” I begged quietly, trying to speak through the sobs that were escaping. Before I even had a chance to register what happened, the girl with the knife slashed it across my cheek.

“Don’t fucking speak.” She demanded and I closed my eyes tightly trying not to let out my cry of pain.

The one with the golf club was now down at my legs, the cold metal of the club sending shivers along my body. The next thing I knew she was ripping my leggings from my body, underwear too, leaving my lower half completely exposed. It took everything I had in me not to make a sound of fear in that moment. All I wanted to do was beg them to stop, but I knew if I did I would only make it worse for myself. I could feel the blood dripping down my cheek, mixing with tears as I cried silently.

Suddenly I felt the long metal handle of the golf club being shoved into me and I couldn’t hold in my cry of pain. The second I screamed out in pain the girl with the knife punched me in the face for the second time. I could feel the cut on my cheek ripping open as she did only causing me to yelp out in more pain.

The girl with the club laughed before repeating her action. I bit my lip as hard as I could to try and stay silent but it was nearly impossible. Another blow to the face. Tears and blood stung my eyes. Another laugh from the girl, another scream of pain and another hit to the face. I could feel things starting to get hazy but the pain didn’t seem to subside even a little bit. Each time it only got worse. It seemed like it was never going to end, they were never going to stop until I was dead.

“S-st-op.” I tried to speak but it felt impossible to form words or thoughts for that matter.

“I said shut up.” The girl with the knife yelled and I felt all of the air leave my body as she plunged the knife into my side. That was the moment I knew it was over.

Everything went black.

DYLAN’S P.O.V

I sat in my trailer bouncing my leg up and down repeatedly, staring at my phone waiting for it to ring. But it never did. I had been eight hours since I had talked to [Y/N] and normally I wouldn’t be worried but I had this feeling in my stomach that just wasn’t right. I had called her as soon as I finished my scene last night but she didn’t answer, I figured she had just fallen asleep and would call me back in the morning. But when morning came on her side of the world and I still hadn’t heard from her I started to worry a little. Then when she didn’t call me before she got on the plane I really started to worry. We had been talking about how she would call me right before she took off so that I knew her flights were going as scheduled. I tried calling her again but just got her voicemail.

Sighing, I pulled out my computer and looked up her flight information; it said it was on time. I was doing my best not to panic but something just didn’t feel right. Before I had a chance to call her again I got called back to set.

Between takes I talked to Thomas and Kaya about what was going on but they both told me not to worry about it, suggesting that maybe she just caught an earlier flight and wanted to try and surprise me. I contemplated that option but wasn’t convinced that’s what it was.

“You’ve got to get your head straight, man.” Thomas said placing his hand on my shoulder. Everyone could tell I wasn’t on like I usually was when filming.

“I know, sorry. You’re probably right, I’m sure everything is fine.” I agreed and did my best to focus on the rest of the scenes we had to shoot that day.

Once we wrapped for the day I headed to my trailer to gather all my things up before going back to the hotel for the night. Everyone else was going out for drink but I wasn’t in the mood. Once back to my room I showered and put on some clean clothes. When I was done I looked at the clock. Her first flight should have landed by now and she would be waiting for her connection. I walked over to my bed and sat down, picking up my phone to try and call her again. Still no answer.

I sighed, running my hand through my hair and leaning back against the bed frame. I decided to check my emails in case for some strange reason she had decided to let me know what was going on that way. She hadn’t. I sighed once more and set my phone down to pick up the room service menu to order something while I waited to hear from her. After I finished ordering I decided to call Liz to find out if she knew anything about what was going on.

“Hello?” Her voice was raspy, as if she had been crying.

“Liz? It’s Dylan. Have you heard from [Y/N]? She was supposed to call me last night but didn’t-”

“Dylan.”

“And then she was supposed to call me before he flight left but she didn’t-“

“Dylan.”

“I can’t get a hold of her, it keeps going to voice mail and I have this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach like som-“

“Dylan! She’s in the hospital.” The second those words left her mouth it was like the world stopped and everything came crashing down on me.

“W-what?” I asked trying to get some clarification.

“She…last night…it’s not good.” Liz spoke, her words were broken like she didn’t know what to say to me.

“Liz, where is [Y/N]? What happened?” My mind was racing a mile a minute trying to figure out what could have happened and why Liz would be saying [Y/N] was in the hospital.

“Sh-She was attacked Dylan. Last night someone attacked her a-and it’s not good. She lost a lot of blood. She’s not waking up. I don’t know a-all the details but it’s b-bad.” I could tell she was crying as she stumbled to get her words out.

My heart was in my stomach, I felt like I was going to throw up as she explained what she knew, which wasn’t a lot. I hadn’t even realized it but I had started throwing clothes into a bag, packing as quickly as I could to get out of there.

“Send me the address. I’m on my way.” I said and hung up the phone.

I pulled my shoes on and rushed out the door, passing the room service delivery guy on the way but not even caring. I couldn’t wait for the elevator so I took the stairs, running down them as fast as I could. I grabbed the first car I could once outside and made them take me to the airport. On the way there I texted Wes, Thomas, Kaya, and a few other people on the movie to let them know I had to go, [Y/N]’s in the hospital and I would explain later when I knew more.

As soon as I got to the airport I ran inside and up to one of the airline desks, not even paying attention to what airline I was at. I bought the first ticket I could to [Y/N]’s city and I had gotten there just at the right time, the next flight out left in just under an hour. I took the boarding pass and dashed through security, luckily there wasn’t really a line so I made it through rather quickly. The second I was cleared I grabbed my things and ran for my gate, not even bothering to put my shoes back on.

It felt like the gate was a mile away and I was running like my life depended on it, which it did in a way. I got there just as they started boarding my group and I got in the back of the line. Once to my seat, I shoved my bag in the overhead bin and sat down with a sigh. The flight didn’t seem to be too full which was a bit of a relief, lord knows I didn’t need too many people seeing me in this moment looking like a complete mess.

I tried to sleep on the flight but my mind was too busy racing with thoughts about what could have happened to [Y/N] and there was no slowing it down. The first flight was relatively short but it felt like forever. We stopped in Amsterdam where I had to make a connecting flight to make it to my final destination. The layover was a few hours, hours that I felt should have been used in the air on my way to see [Y/N] but I had no control over it. When I got to my gate to wait for my next flight I pulled out my phone to send out some updates on where I was. I texted Liz to let her know, but I got no response, she must have been on her way to see her as well. I groaned when my phone dinged to let me know I had received an email, I knew it must have been from my manager, probably yelling at me for leaving set with no real explanation. I opened it and looked to see what it was.

You should see this.

It was from my manager, just like I had suspected but the message inside was not what I had expected at all.

I figured you should read this as soon as I saw it. If you or [Y/N] needs anything, let me know. Take as much time as you need, they can work around you.{LINK}

I read the email and could feel my eyebrows furrow in confusion, how did he know something I didn’t? I clicked on the link and the second I read the headline my heart dropped to my stomach.

Local Woman in Critical Condition After Attacked in Alley Behind Apartment

Local woman, [Y/N] has been hospitalized after being attacked by two unknown assailants last night in the alley beside her apartment complex. Full details of the attack have not been released but we’re told it may be tied to messages she has been receiving online over the last few weeks.

She was found, beaten, bloody, and half naked by a neighbor late last night who immediately called 9-1-1. No one else was seen at the scene of the crime. Police are currently investigating what happened and who did this. If you have any information please call the tips hotline.

[Y/N] was rushed to the hospital and treated for her injuries but remains in critical condition.

We will continue to update this story as more information is released.

As I read the article tears began to fall down my face, there was no stopping them but I didn’t care. I couldn’t believe that this had happened and I wasn’t there to protect her. I couldn’t help but think this wouldn’t have happened if she had just come with me or if she had let me try to put a stop to the hate she was receiving even though no one could have known it would go this far.

I heard them start calling out boarding groups and gathered my things, tears still trickling down my cheeks, I didn’t even bother trying to stop them. I kept my head down as I handed the woman my boarding pass and walked onto the plane, putting my bag overhead and slumping down into my seat. I could feel my hands shaking as I tried to wipe some of the tears off my face, the pit in my stomach feeling like it was never ending. I felt completely helpless as I sat in my seat waiting for the plane to take off. I was thousands of miles away and time was going far too slow, I just needed to be by her side.

I must have dozed off because before I knew it I heard the dinging of the seatbelt signal and the pilot coming over the speakers saying we were about to land. The pit in my stomach hadn’t gone the helpless feeling still there as I sat up in my seat and waited for the aircraft to land.

Once we landed I quickly stood up and grabbed my bag from overhead and moved as fast as I could off the plane. I followed the signs to the airport exit as I pulled out my phone to find the address for the hospital. I flagged down a cab and slid into the backseat then gave the driver the address telling him to go as fast as he possibly could without getting us pulled over. He nodded and sped out of the airport lot, glad he wasn’t asking any questions.

According to the GPS on my phone the drive from the airport to the hospital was forty minutes, we made it in just less than thirty minutes. I thanked my driver and handed him all the cash I had on me, knowing it was well more than what I owed him.

I stood outside for a moment to try and calm myself down before walking in, I didn’t want to run in looking like some crazy person who needed to be admitted. I looked at the room number Liz had sent me and headed inside. I found the closest elevator and patiently waited for it to arrive, once it did I stepped inside and pushed the button for the fourth floor. When I did I noticed my hands still shaking, I quickly shoved them into my pockets and waited for the ding to let me know I’d reached the floor I needed. I stepped off the elevator and looked around trying to figure out which way to go, I saw double doors to my right with a sign above saying ICU. My heart broke knowing that’s where she was.

Slowly, I walked up to the door and rang the bell.

“Name?” A woman on the other side of the door asked.

“Uh, Dylan…O’Brien. I’m here to see [Y/N Y/L/N]” I said nervously hoping someone had told them I was coming.

The next thing I knew the door buzzed and opened in front of me. I cautiously walked in, walking past rooms, loud steady beeping coming from them. Finally I reached 410, [Y/N]’s room. I took a deep breath and slid the door open, the continuous beeping and sounds of machines filling my ears. I shut the door behind me and walked in, the first thing I saw was Liz sitting at her bedside, then I saw her.

[Y/N] was almost unrecognizable, her face swollen, shades of blue, black and purple covering it, a line of stitches across her cheek. Tears were stinging in my eyes but I did my best to hold them back, feeling like I had to try and be strong in front of Liz.

“Liz,” I said softly making her head shoot up. She ran over to me and wrapped her arms around me, I hugged her back, I could feel her wet face dampening my shirt but I didn’t care. “What’s happening?” I asked as we both pulled back.

Liz sniffled and wiped her eyes. “She’s been unconscious since I got here, they said that’s due to all the head trauma, they’re not sure when she’ll wake up.” She mumbled looking over at her friend. “She has a fractured skull, fractured occipital bone, fractured jaw, they stabbed her in her side. She lost a lot of blood.” I could tell there was something else Liz wasn’t telling me, something about the way her voice shook when she spoke. She turned back to look at me, “Dylan…” She said, pausing for a moment, “they said she was sexually assaulted with a foreign object.” As those words left her mouth I could feel myself start to get sick.

“W-What?” I asked, not sure if I had really heard her right.

“Sh-she…they don’t k-know what was used but there was t-trauma down there they s-said.” Liz stumbled over her words as she spoke, neither of us could believe what was happening, how could people be so evil especially to someone like [Y/N]. I could feel myself filling with anger, guilt, disgust, pain, sadness, as I looked over her, she looked so helpless laying there.

Liz sighed and put her hand on my arm causing me to look at her. “I-I don’t know w-what to say.” I stuttered honestly. I was at a complete loss of words even though my mind was racing with them, I couldn’t manage to say anything.

“It’s okay,” she sniffled and let her arm drop. “I’ll let you have some time with her.” She said softly then walked passed me and out of the room.

I walked over to [Y/N], tears were starting to fall from my eyes as I took her in. All I wanted was to hold her in my arms and make everything okay but I couldn’t. I gently ran my hand along her cheek, careful not to press or cause any damage to the stitches. She didn’t even move. I grabbed the chair that Liz had been sitting in and pulled it up closer to the bed, sitting down in it with a small sigh. Reaching out, I grabbed her hand and slow laced out fingers together, rubbing the back of her small hand gently with my thumb.

“I’m so sorry, [Y/N],” I whispered, watching her face, hoping she would wake up as I spoke. “This never should have happened. I should have done something. I should have put a stop to it before the hate got this far. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.” I said, now the tears were freely falling from my eyes, dripping onto our hands resting at her side. “I’m going to fix this. I’m not going to let whoever did this get away with it.” I told her, unsure if she could even hear me.

I sat there holding her hand silently for a few moments, my mind spinning with thoughts until I finally decided I couldn’t stay silent about this. I pulled out my phone and opened up the notes app and began typing. I just let the words come out, not even worrying about proof reading it before posting it to twitter. People needed to know the behavior that led up to this wasn’t okay and I wasn’t going to stand for it.

Over the past few weeks it has come to my attention that my girlfriend has been receiving hateful, vulgar, disrespectful, and threatening messages on twitter as well as other platforms. We decided not to respond to them hoping that if we ignored it they would just go away. That has not been the case. Now I’m sitting by her hospital bed where she is hooked up to all kinds of machines because someone decided that she didn’t deserve to be with me. No one. NO ONE. Has any right to say who does or doesn’t deserve to be with me except me. My heart is completely shattered that someone who would call themselves a fan of mine would do this to someone I care about so deeply. [Y/N] means the world to me and so much more, hurting her only means you’re hurting me. Please be respectful of me and my loved ones, respect our privacy and our lives just as we would respect yours.

Whoever did this, I hope you know, you will not get away with this.

I shoved my phone back into my pocked and leaned forward in the chair. I slowly brought [Y/N]’s hand up and pressed a gentle kiss to the back.

“Please wake up, baby.” I whispered. “I need you to wake up.” I pleaded, more tears falling onto our hands.