YOUTUBER IMAGINES/STORIES

Baylen ~ Obsession

Baylen was obsessed with you. He would always mention you in a video, compliment your outfits, he admired every inch of your body. Some viewers found it strange that he was always talking about you considering that nobody has ever made it clear if you were dating or not. But you weren't. You always noticed a change in Baylen. Since high school, he was always staring at you. Sometimes he even buys you your favorite snack, or he gives you money to buy them while they prank a store. Today was different. Everyone was sitting around, doing nothing.

You got up from the couch next to Noah, and walked to your room with your eyes glued to your phone. You sat down on your bed, scrolling through your Instagram page. You had just posted a story about a new video that was going to be coming out soon on your channel. You hear a quiet creak, and see a dark shadow taking up any leftover light that was coming in through the door that hadn't reached all the way down. The door handle turns, opens, and reveals Baylen. Your crush. You continue to bite your fingers, eventually taking off a hangnail that causes extreme bleeding and causes your finger to sting.

He closes the door and follows up with "Hey Y/N." Before noticing you staring at the bleeding finger. "Are you okay?" He asks with worry. You nod but quietly tell the pains. "It stings a little." You say, wiping the blood with the sleeve of your sweater. He quickly leaves, and comes back with a bandaid. Opening the band aid, he quietly admires your focused face. He loves everything. He loses track of what he's doing.

Your eyes. Your hair. The way your eyebrows scrunch with confusion. He finds it all interesting and peaceful.

He finds himself once again. He walks over and carefully holds your hand out. He puts the band aid on with precision, determined to make it perfectly fit your finger.

Not too tight. Not too loose. Just perfect. He thinks.

"Thank you." You smile. He loses himself once again. The way your smile forms the crease between your cheeks. The dimples forming at the mouth. "You're staring.." you state. You catch him, like a fishing rod. He apologizes, but continues to stare.

What should he do?

Does she know that he's sweating? Heart pumping?

You slowly lean forward. The moment broken by a vibrating phone. He clasps his two lips together, a look of frustration plastered. He tries to ignore the phone, but it keeps getting louder and louder. He takes it out of his pocket, and answers it. "Hello? Yeah Kyle, we're all here. Alright, see ya." He says. He looks back to see you, smiling like a child. He closes the door and stands there for a moment.

The one chance he had, blown away. He thinks about your smile, and how he could have just gone for it. He speaks an inaudible "Fuck!" Before walking back to the living room, trying his best to pretend that happened.

He's sure that his obsession was getting out of hand. But he can't help it.

The woman of his dreams, just seconds away from kissing. He's making sure to give Kyle a special gift later.