Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Who's That?// Thomas

You were the only one left.

The rest were dead.

You were in the Maze for four years.

You bonded with them, you grew with them. You escaped with them.

Then Wicked killed them.

Slaughtered every single one in front of you. Even Stevie. Your best friend.

But they left you, why? You don't know.

Then they brought you here. With people from other Mazes. You didn't want anything to do with them. You wanted to leave, be out by yourself.

But you couldn't leave. They wouldn't let you. They were keeping you here, and you wanted to know why.

But not today.

You slipped on your assigned outfit. Sweatpants and a t-shirt. But you talked the guard into letting you have some accessories. Things as beanies and a long sleeve shirt.

You brushed your hair, slipped on a beanie and shoes before going to the lunch room.

You grabbed your tray, starting to go to your table. The one you sat at everyday.

Then you saw the new people from the maze.

Their eyes were following you as you sat down, your back facing them.

"Who's that?" You heard one of them say.

"That's y/n," you heard Jacob say. "She's kind of subdued, keeps to herself, everyone in her maze were murdered."

You ate your food silently before taking your tray to the dishwasher before starting to go back to your room.

"Hey y/n!" You heard someone say behind you. You turned around, seeing the guy from the new maze walking toward you.

You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to say something.

"Are you alright?"

Something about him, made something inside of you lit on fire. Like you've met him before.

"I uh, I have to go." You turn around, almost running out of the cafeteria and back into your room, slamming your back against the door and sliding down onto the floor.

You knew him. You fucking knew him. You couldn't place his slightly attractive face.

"Y/n, are you in there?" You heard Jacob ask outside the door.

You sniffed in your tears before replying. "I'm fine Jacob."

"Are you crying?" You heard him ask.

"I'm fine!" You yelled, slamming your head against the door.

You snapped. Holding it all in for so long, it all just snapped.

You threw your mirror against the door, destroyed the bed, threw the drawers against the wall.

The door swung open and there he was, familiar face, he wrapped his arms around yours, causing you to drop everything you had.

"It's alright, calm down." You fell to your knees, against his chest, sobbing.

"It's my fault," you sobbed. "It's my fault they're all dead."

He brushed your hair down with his hand softly as you sobbed into his chest.

"I have nothing left," you whispered, hiccuping softly. "I have no one left."

"You have me." You looked up into his familiar face.

"I don't even know you," you scooted to face him. "But I do."

"Thomas." He said.

"Y/n."

He picked you up and set you on a pile of blankets, placing your head against his chest.

"Tommy." You whispered before you fell asleep.