Worth Solving {Dylan O'Brien}

Chapter Sixteen

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry it's been a little while! I've been busy with school and homework- which I have a load more of this years since all of my classes are advanced & i'm taking two foreign languages! So with my sincerest apologies for the lack of updating, I give you chapter sixteen(Already? Damn)

Oh, and not to mention 13.4k. Personal record of mine, thanks to all of you. My 1D one has been up for over a year and Worth Solving has more and it's only been up since like, June! Can I get a 'hell yeah' for the Dylan girls? And yes, this chappie is short, and I'm sorry. But we've got some Gylan going down...so hopefully that'll make up for it.

Sorry, anyways! Here's sixteen! Xx -Mel

16.

{Genesis' P.O.V.}

Dylan and I walked up to Holland's, his eyes automatically swooping around the royal blue front door. "Ahah!" He exclaimed, poking his fingers into the dirt of a potted plant near the steps leading up to the door. "There we go." He grinned down at me, unlocking the front door. "C'mon."

"So i'm just supposed to go in a find a dress to wear for dinner?" I asked, Dylan and I attempting to find Holland's bedroom in which her closet would be. 

"Unless you want to give yourself a bad reputation with my sister, i'd say yes. Even though she isn't an actress herself, she takes things with formailty." Dylan replied, pushing open the last door on the left. 

"You realise that she's got things in here that she wears to award shows?" I asked, Dylan sitting on the lounge chair just outside of the massive closet filled with clothes of all kinds in a range of colours and fabrics. 

"There has to be something in there that you can wear. It's just for tonight, Gen." Dylan said with a bit of a laugh, knowing that I wasn't one to wear dresses unless I had to. 

"Dresses are superflous." I remarked, in distaste of dresses on me specifically. I poked through a few dresses, looking for something that wasn't as red-carpet worthy.

"Uh," Dylan hesitated for a moment, processing what I had just said. "Authour, right." He mumbled to himself before returning to full volume as if I couldn't hear him before. "What does superflous mean?"

I grinned lightly, rolling my eyes, "It means unneccesary."

"Ahh," Even though I couldn't see him, I could tell he was nodding, "I have the feeling I need to download a dictionary onto my phone."

Pulling back on loud laughter, I pushed a few velvet hangers to the side, a poking of navy blue catching my eye. I lifted the hanger from the bar, a sleeveless navy blue dress with a sweetheart neckline presenting itself to me. Cocking my head at it, I studied it. 

"Anything?" Dylan eventually asked after a moment silence.

"Possibly," Spotting an en-suite through an open door in Holland's closet, I told Dylan that i'd be right back. 

With the walls of Holland's en-suite a ruby red, I couldn't help but think of how her house resembled a doll house. To me, it was that one that you'd see as a little girl in a shop window, everything about it to perfection. A dream, something you wanted all your life but your Mum always said no.

I carefully wiggled into the dress, soothing out the fabric on my hips, the hem reaching a little above my knees. Glancing in the mirror, I was taken aback. In all honestly, the transformation cliche kicked in. There was just something about how it fit, how it felt. It was amazing none the less. I found myself grinning, never imagining myself to look good in something like this. I changed back into my clothes and hung the dress over my arm. Making my way back out to Dylan, I flicked off the lights of the closet.

"I don't get to see?" Dylan asked with begging eyes, still sitting down on the purple love seat.

"You'll see when we go." I defended, grinning at the pleading in his gorgeous brown eyes.

"PLeaseee." Dylan whined, pouting.

I rolled my eyes, sensing a smirk below his puppy dog look. "Sorry O'Brien, you have to wait."

Dylan let out a dramatic sigh, his hand quickly pulling at the back of my knees, forcing me to topple on to his lap. Squeezing me, he buried his face into my neck, "Pretty please?"

I giggled, sliding the dress off of my arm and onto the other half of the sofa. "I said you have to wait!" My eyes widened, his fingers slowly making their way to my sides, "Don't you dare."

"You're not ticklish, are you, Gen?" Dylan asked, grinning broadly as he looked up to me.

"Clearly i'm not," I struggled momentarily, tickling being the worst thing for me. "But if you get injured, that's on you." 

Dylan narrowed his eyes at me, taking time to build up my fear, his hands apprihensive to down on me. "Is that so?" 

"Don't do it!" I shouted attempting to get ot of his grasp, "Stop!" I pleaded, stricken with laughing as I struggled against his tickling. "Dylan!" 

"You asked for it!" Dylan defended, his hands pressing at my sides with a rythmyn. 

"Let me go!" I shot, feeling rediculous but stilll laughing all the same. 

"What's the magic word?" Dylan asked, still running his fingers along my sides rapidly.

"I- I" I scavenged for a word that I could use, my mind being over run by Dylan tickling me. "I don't know! Uncle? When in the bloody hell did tickling end with a magic word?" I squirmed, Dylan continuing. 

"Nope! Keep trying!" Dylan replied, laughing at my struggle induced by him. 

Distract him, Genesis.

Without a second thought, I hurriedly oressed my lips to his. It only took a split second for his hands to stop and take a firmer grip around my waist instead. He responded automatically, his warm lips moving with mine softly. 

Pulling back, his eyes fluttered open. The brown auras dialated to the light, looking at me with some surprise, "That- was that to get me to stop tickling you?"

I grinned brightly, reciving rolled eyes. "It worked." I replied triumphantly, not realising my hands had escaped to around Dylan's neck. 

"It seems so," Dylan let out a little huff, his eyes lingering on mine.

I couldn't read his mind, but I wish I could. The way he was looking at me, it was something that you didn't see often. At least I didn't. It was that look you see in movies, the one that happens at some grand wedding or a reunion of long lost lovers.

Was that what we'd come to? Love?