Sad and cute Why Don't We imagines ||COMPLETED||

Target pt. 3//J.M.

After a short fifteen minute walk, we finally reached an apartment complex. He unlinked our hands to buzz in his passcode and opening the door, he held it open and allowed me to walk through first. After he walked through he shifted my bag to his now dry back before grabbing my hand again, this time I linked our fingers together. He looked down and gave me a small but genuine smile and I felt my heart melt.

We arrived at his door and he turned to me, "if at any point you start to feel uncomfortable, let me know and we will leave."

I was a little confused but nodded. Why would I be uncomfortable?

He pushed the door open and we walked in, hands still linked.

"Hey Jo," a brown haired boy walked from around the corner, "oh, uh, hi there..."

"Zach, this is y/n. Y/n, Zach."

"Nice to meet you, Y/n." Zach held his hand out and I shook it, smiling a little as a greeting.

"Where's Corbyn?"

"He's on his game, playing fortnite. I'll let him know you're home and have company."

"Thanks dude." Jonah led me through a large living room and to a hall that was lined with three doors. "I'll get you some clothes and let you get changed."

I nodded and looked around as he opened what I am assuming was his bedroom door. I walked in after him and saw a lot of The Beetles and other band posters, a keyboard, a guitar and some other musical supplies along with the usual bedroom getup.

"You play anything?" I asked, running my finger along the keyboard as he fished for clothes that could fit me in his dresser.

"Uh, yeah, just a way to pass the time."

"Nice, could I hear something?"

"After you get out of those wet clothes, we don't want you catching a cold." He smiled and handed me some clothes, "I'll show you the bathroom."

We walked out of the room again and down the hall, he opened the first door we had passed from earlier. I smiled and walked in, he pulled it shut and I made sure he walked off before I turned the lock. What? A house full of dudes and you want me to leave it unlocked?

I stripped and let the over-sized clothes surround me. The shirt came to my mid-thigh but that was okay, I liked big shirts anyways. His sweatpants were a little too long so I had to roll them up at the ends. When I had finished, I felt like I was being hugged by a blanket that had just been taken out of the dryer on a cold winter night; instant comfort.

I made my way back to his room, my wet clothes in hand. He was sitting on the bed with his guitar, strumming little notes. I decided to knock a little on the door as to not scare him.

He turned and smiled, "I got you a bag to put your clothes in so they wouldn't ruin your computer or anything."

He handed me a plastic bag, I placed the wet clothes in them and sat them by my bag.

"Whatcha playing?"

"Oh, nothing really. So, what do you wanna hear?"

"Um, well, what can you play?"

"Leave a suggestion and I'll let you know if I can play it or not." He smiled a little and looked at me.

I nodded and stood up, walking around the room, trying to think.

"So you obviously like The Beetles, can you play something by them?"

"Of course," he smiled and looked at me. I took a seat beside of him as he began strumming the first few chords.