Dylan O'Brien Imagines

I Hate This

(A/N I feel like I've disappointed you guys because I haven't been updating and I feel so bad but school is getting stressful and I'm trying to get a job but just please bare with me I'm not going to stop updating I promise, love you munchkins!)

It had been one of THOSE days at work. I had been running everywhere, solving every ones problems, and putting out fires all day, and then I had come back to a messy flat. 'I guess I'll have to do this too. Thanks Dylan, I guess I'll just do that today too.' I threw my stuff down onto the counter and climbed up the stairs to change into a pj shirt and a pair of shorts for the evening so I could clean without sweating to much. I walked back down stairs and sighed, scanning over the mess. Plugging my iPod into the dock that went throughout the entire place, I started on the dirty dishes and multitasked, putting laundry in while I worked in the kitchen.

By the time I was done in the kitchen, I was on the third load of laundry and I was already exhausted from working a twelve hour shift, 6am to 6pm. Helping plan and coordinate security for big events, big events like the ones he got to go have fun at, while I had to stand guard with a side arm or run around making sure everything was running smoothly and people were in their places. Sure it was a lot of work, but it was fun work and I got to meet new people all of the time. The big thing that was bothering me is that in the beginning of our relationship I told him that we both would have busy schedules, but mine would be worse than his most days, since I was the one opening and closing for a lot of the events and shoots he would be working on, and he understood. He told me that we would work together to keep up on things, and we had been. Until Daniel and Tyler wanted to constantly go out all the time now, now that they were single.

It didn't bother me that he went out, it bothered me that he and I never got to spend anytime together anymore. It bothered me that he had stopped helping around the flat, before when I'd come home there would be little things, like the room cleaned and the floor vacuumed, but now, there was little effort on his part. I had talked to him about it several times in the last dew weeks and I was getting tired of working, and then coming home and working.

"Heeey baby. I'm back." Just the sound of his voice brought an immediate anger coursing through me. "What's for dinner?" Now my temper was raging.

"Really Dylan! You're coming home to ask me what's for dinner at-" My eyes were welling up from everything that I was feeling, I threw my hands in the air over exaggerating my thoughts, "At 11pm. Seriously Dylan? What were you doing with the guys? Did you guys not eat? I figured you would since it's now 11 fucking pm. You can't be serious about this?" I could tell that I had thrown him off, he was definitely surprised at me exploding on him, because I never had before.

"Woah, babe. Call down hun." He backed up in defensiveness.

"No Dylan, I'm not just going to calm down. I worked a twelve hour shift today, expecting to come home to you because you said you'd be here. Only to come home to you NOT being here and seeing that the place had been destroyed. Still. You're not filming anything right now, not even a movie, you're here, I would like some help. I expect some help. I get you wanna hang out with the guys, but Dylan, I never even get to see you anymore because you're always with them when I get back. I know I work crazy hours, but I see you more when we both work, than when I do and you have off. Please just understand. This is breaking me. I hate this." I gestured to in between the two of us and wiped tears away from my eyes.

"Y/N, I'm so so sorry. If I would have known, I-" I cut him off.

"No, I've been telling you for weeks now how I feel, and you keep, waking up late, going out, having fun, and leaving everything left to me. All of it. Work, and when I come home, more work. I cant. Do. This Dylan. I hate it now. I hate us now." I felt the warm tears streaming down my cheeks, I didn't want to say that but I did. It was true. He was in complete shock now. 'Why did I say that, Why did I just say that. I'm such a terrible person.'

He just stood before me, hands out in confusion and defense over what I had just stated. He spoke up, at first quietly, then getting louder.

"You... You hate us?"

"Yes. I hate us!" Now I was yelling, fists clenched up.

"You wanna know how much I love you, and why I've been gone so much I'll tell you, but I, we wanted it to be a surprise for you." He walked to me, placing one hand on my waist tugging me into him kinda roughly- he only ever got that way out of passion though, not to ever hurt me... ever- and the other on my cheek, rubbing small circles into my side with his thumb, "I had been talking with them about how hard you work, so we were planning a massive get away for all of us in the off season coming up, for all of us, even you. Daniel was talking with your supervisor to get you the time off and even he was on board because you are one of his hardest workers. I never meant to make you feel like this, I've just been preoccupied with trying to make you happy." I cried harder, 'I was just THE biggest dick ever to him and I had no idea what he was doing for me.'

"Oh my god Dylan, I had no -" He cut me off, meeting my lips with his and pushing past my lips with his tongue so that his danced dangerously with mine.

"Shh, you're right, you didn't know. I'm sorry. I can help out more, I will help out more. I'll start now, you head over and watch some TV, and I'll finish laundry and pick up the rest of the flat. Bathroom, our room. All of it. Okay? And then I'll carry you up to bed and snuggle you. And you can make it up to me later alright?" He spoke softly to me when he pulled away.

Feeling slightly bad a guilty smile took over where a snarl once was and I nodded.

"Good, now go on. Go relax."