yungblud imagines || d.h

euphoria

***THIS CONTAINS EUPHORIA SPOILERS SO IF YOU ARE NOT FINISHED, DO NOT READ

you sit next to dom, crying hysterically in silence on the tour bus over one of the final scenes in the season two finale. confused, and worried, as fuck, he gently taps your shoulder, "babe, what're you goin' on about there?"

you pause the show just as the feds pick up a heartbroken, bloodied, and defeated fezco off of the ground. "oh it's just this show i've been watching. shit kind of got real for a minute."

"well what happened?"

you honestly couldn't get out a sentence without seeing ashtray's face in your mind, "ugh, dom, he was just a fucking kid!"

he sits there, stunned at your passion towards what had just happened, and still confused, "uhm...what?" you contemplate on going into detail, then your bright bulb bursts with excitement, "okay, so without spoiling shit for you, any more than i kinda have, it's called euphoria.."

you go down the explanation that it follows different characters facing different issues and that they all tie to together with a few loose ends, which even in the end of season two are just now more loose than ever. you drop a few enticing details that catch his interests, "...so if you want to watch it and find out, go ahead, it's a long drive to atlanta," you tell him.

...

the bus stops for a few minutes, the boys got off for a small shoot, you decide to hop in the shower; you couldn't get the smell of beer off from the night before. mid routine, you jump a little at the sound of the boys' semi-screeching, "my god, his whole cock is out," you hear dominic point out, honestly, you could've choked on water from laughing so hard.

stepping out, you take a peak to see where they're at; they're all sat on the bus sofa, eyes glued to the screen as cal nails jules into the hotel bed. "fookin' hell, what does she have us watchin'" you close to door to mute your giggling, and head over to finish your routine. after blow-drying your hair, and doing your, very meticulous, skincare routine, you brush through your hair before throwing on one of dom's tee shirts with your biker shorts and head to join.

stepping out, you see them watching the locker room scene, you smirk as you relive the season two reenactment of this moment, "is it even legal to have this much dick in your face in such a short amount of time," dom says before taking a sip of his drink, "it's hbo dude," tom says, "they can do whatever they want!"

"what do you think so far, guys?" you sit down next to dom, smiling.

"i like it," adam says.

"although, two things," tom points out.

"hm?" you look to him.

"first off...she fucked. nate's, dad?"

"ohhh hohoho yea she did," you laugh.

"and who's the other bloke in the picture?" dom asks.

you shrug your shoulders, and he becomes irritable, "i'm serious. that is the only thing i will tell you guys, you still don't know who the third boy is even after season two."

"fookin' hell! well i'm not a big fan of this 'mckay' guy. he kinda rubs me the wrong way," dom keeps watching.

"well finish season one and tell me how you feel."

...

...

i roll over to shut off my alarm. it's almost 8 a.m. and we should be rolling into atlanta right about now, "alrighty, harrison, we are well-rested and ready to- oh my god!" you spring out of bed and turn to see a starry-eyed dominic next to where you were just laying. his eyes are a tad bit red, and they sunken pillows beneath his eyes are noticeably purple. "have you been up all night?" you cross your arms, waiting for an answer; you realize he's bawling like a baby.

"babe...he...he was just a kid." oh, poor boy. you sat next to him and gave him a hug, "i know, bubs, i know."

"does lexi even know?!"

"no, we don't think anyone knows yet."

"and who the fuck is the third kid?? you really don't fucking find out!"

you laugh at his reaction to the series, "you and everyone watching." he sits his phone down, "i'm cancelling my fucking subscription. he only said like four lines in two seasons, but shit...kid has my fucking heart." 

"it's okay, babe. plus you've gotta freshen up soon, we got to get ready to roll!"

"we're in atlanta? already?"

you can't help but giggle at him, he's a hot mess, and just put himself through endless hours of emotions. "come on, go get in the shower and i'll go pick up breakfast," you kiss his cheek, and grab a coat in case the spring weather is on the chilly side today.

it had been a while since the two of you had something to do together like this. you were still waiting for season four of you, so it was nice to switch things up and have more to talk about outside of tour schedules and meet and greets and music, as much as you loved it.