yungblud imagines || d.h

dress

the cold wall comforts my back as my discomfort is entertained by extroverts around me. we're celebrating the release of dom's new album tonight, and i knew something was off when he told me to go "all out" for my attire. there's only ever been ten of us...tonight, there's over one-hundred people in his fancy l.a. home. he always knew i hated big crowds. jesse stands in front of me talking about being in one of dom's newer videos with her, my stomach couldn't help but bubble up. she's so gorgeous and kind, and yet the two of them together made me sick.

what the fuck is my deal?

dominic and i had been friends for quite a long time now. i remember the day i walked past him sitting at a bar in some skeezy open indie band garage show. i sat down and ordered a jack and coke and he belittled my drink of choice. at the time, i didn't know he was three drinks in, shaking off his pre performance jitters. "you need something strong for things like this," he said.

i thank the bartender and grasp the glass, "you like 'em stong, i like 'em sweet," i reach out for a cheers, "therefore, my advantage over you," and throw my beverage back, "especially since i'm going to guess you're playing tonight, since i'm certainly not. even better advantage." and the second that fucking smile of his exposed itself to me, i was hooked..

hooked from a distance it seemed.

my heart is more than envious watching her hands run all over him, and he enjoys it. i walk over to the bar, where i ask for my usual (and favorite drink). "we've got cherry cola tonight, that good?" oh fuck yeah. i give the bartender a nod as i continue distancing myself from dom's view.

watching her move in the crowd to loud music, knowing he's on the other side of whoever i placed perfectly to block him, makes the hairs on my arms rise. i see a cup of my poison slide right beside me.

the seltzer of cherry and smooth dark liquor coaxes my throat in a way that no aphrodisiac ever could. i look around and notice that more people are starting to pile in, and my party clothes are in a guest room upstairs, so upstairs i go.

i don't even notice dom by the stairs as it seems that jesse is all over him. "y/n!" i know that was him, everything almost seemed to stopped whenever he called to me. people pass me in slow motion and i, oh so desperately, wanted to turn and go to him. i pretend not to hear it and i head up.

with the door locked, i'm bare. an empty cup, but the liquor cabinet not as full as it was when i walked in. i'm battling to put the dress on. i bought it for this party.

tsk tsk tsk, let's be honest. you bought it for him.

jesse helped me pick it out. that makes me feel worse. she told me it would catch anyone's attention if i just put myself out there. she was right, i haven't put myself out there after i relentlessly kept losing to all the model-like humans in and out of his life.

all of this pining i've done...to get nowhere.

i've waited desperately..for what? for who?

my hands shake at the thought of doing what i'm thinking.

well if i get burnt, "at least this will be electrifying."

i slip into the silver mirrorball-like slip. it hugs every curve of my body, making me feel more gorgeous than before. i go to my bag on the bed and grab a few things to touch up. i hear the genre of music switch through speakers and the vibration shakes the room.

as i touch up my makeup, i stare endlessly into my own eyes and my imagination drifts.

"you look absolutely gorgeous," his tatted hand grazes over my hip as it finds its way around my torso. i can't help but close my eyes, sinking into his touch. his lips gently pressed against my neck, "fuckin' breath taking, y/n." my breath hitches as the sound of my name leaves his lips.