((Y/N=Glader
Hana=actress))

"Thomas!" You giggled, hitting your friend's back. "Put me down!"

"Why?" He asked innocently.

You thrashed around some more, and he wobbled before impacting with the wall of the Homestead. Hard.

°•°•°

"Oh shit." You mumbled, dabbing at his bleeding head. "Dylan, babe, are you alright?"

"It hurts, but why are you calling me-" He stopped mid-sentence, taking in all the cameras and other people. He didn't talk anymore, knowing that he wasn't in the Glade.

"Come on Dyl, let's get you a Band-Aid, makeup can fix it for the scene later." You laced his fingers with yours, leading him over to the first-aid kit. Thomas' eyes widened as your relationship with him dawned on him. Whoever this Dylan was, he was him, and he was also dating you.

"Which scene is that?"

"The one where Thomas comes out of his unconsciousness with the sudden realization that he loves Y/N and he gives her a big kiss."

He swallowed, realizing that they must be making a movie about his life. "An-and does she reciprocate it?"

"Oh don't worry Dyl," You winked. "She does."

After you had applied a Band-Aid, you then insisted he get rest in his trailer, and the director obliged. You confidently started dragging him away from the set, Kaya and Will whispering to each other about what you two would do in there. Thomas took in the sign on the door that said 'Dylan O'Brien', which must have been his name.

He must have lingered a moment too long on reading it, because you the addressed it. "Can you believe I'll be Hana O'Brien in seven months?" You sighed, and his eyes found the engagement ring on your left hand.

"Yeah," He squeezed your hand and smiled. "I can't believe it."

Hana pulled him into the trailer, and pushed him back onto the bed in the back. You straddled him, passionately kissing him. "I thought I was supposed to be resting." Thomas smirked, he felt like he could get used to a life like this, being with you like this. You didn't answer, instead kissing him again and going at the hem of his jeans.

Afterwards you were curled up against his chest, his arm slung across your torso and your finger entwined. It felt so perfect, he realized that this is what he wanted with you. Not Hana. Y/N. His Y/N.

He slipped out from behind Hana and quietly threw his clothes back on. Thomas then headed out into the night towards the set, trying to find a way back to you. He uselessly kicked around by the wall he had hit his head on earlier until the sun came up and the crew started setting up. Being the first one at the donut table was rewarding, as he found out that the rounded bread was sweet and delicious. If he ever got back to the Glade, he'd have to put in an order to the Creators for some of these, or see if Frypan could make them. He was sure you'd enjoy them a lot, and look very cute with powdered sugar on your nose.

"Mr. O'Brien." A woman with a clipboard and a headset caught his attention. "Go over to costume and then makeup to cover up your scab."

He followed where she had pointed, and got put in fake raggedy clothes identical to the ones he had passed out in. Next, makeup seemed like magic the way the man could leave no trace of the awful scab on his forehead. He saw you, or Hana, or whoever walk up behind him in the mirror and wrap her arms around him, kissing his cheek.

"Why'd you leave so early, babe?" You mumbled.

"I was uh memorizing lines."

Your mouth turned down into a thoughtful frown. "You're going to be unconscious for most of these scenes. What did you have to memorize?"

The director saved Thomas from another lie, yelling for the actors to get into position. Thomas was to simply lay on the bed, which was easy enough for him since there was no acting required. Soon he felt himself drifting off to sleep on set.

°•°•°

"Oh good, you're finally bloody up." Newt handed him a glass of water, and Thomas took in his surroundings. He was where he had dozed off, and cautiously sat up.

The blonde steadied him. "Woah there Tommy."

He glanced uncertainly around him, looking for cameras but ultimately finding none. Thomas breathed a sigh of relief, but remembered what Hana had said happened after he regained consciousness. "I need to find Y/N!" He jumped out of bed and ran down to the center of the Glade.

You were already there, as if you were about to go up to visit him. "Thomas! Thank shuck you're up, I was so worr-"

He cut off your rambling apology by pressing his lips to yours. You melted into the kiss, you had been waiting a long time for him to do that.