Brady Noon Imagines

Party

I've never really been one for parties. I have always hated the drinking, the dancing, the singing, and how hot and muggy it gets.

Although my friend Alia has forced me to come with her. She hasn't stopped begging me to come because her crush is going.

No matter how much I declined, she never stopped. So I gave up and agreed.

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The party

'' Why did you drag me here, it's already packed'' I groan, already feeling the heat radiating from some sophomore's house.

'' Come on, just relax a little'' Alia sang, she grabbed ahold of my hand as we entered the house.

Strobing lights are coming from every direction, already giving me a headache. The room is filled with way too many people. It's hot and heavy, the people around me are dancing against each other.

A reason why I hate parties so much is because they overwhelm me, it creates such unnecessary anxiety. Which I am already feeling.

Alia is already greeting her friends. All I want to do is get out of here.

'' Hey, Hey!'' I shout over the loud music, '' I'm going to get a drink'' I turn to her, and she nods back.

My head is spinning from all the noise and lights. My heart is picking up, which I know is not good.

I enter the kitchen which seems to have all the drinks in it. There is all sorts of alcohol but I don't think I can handle that right now. I grab a Coke and lean against the counter.

It is way more quiet in the kitchen maybe it's because it's just me in it.

Well, that's what I thought before someone entered.

It's Brady Noon

I don't know him that well but I can tell everyone knows him. They are fond of his great looks, great personality, and more.

He has a huge smile on his face, how can someone enjoy a party that much? He fumbles between a soda or a can of beer.

His face scrunches, finally deciding on a soda. Maybe he has had one too many.

'' Oh Hey,'' He looks up at me, his green eyes shining bright, '' you're y/n right?''

'' Yeah'' I respond, he takes a drink from his cup. He leans his side against the counter, getting a closer look at me.

'' So who are you with?'' he questions.

'' I was with Alia, but I don't know where she is anymore'' I admit, looking down at my drink.

He looks confused, his pretty eyes squinting.

'' And why is that?''

'' I don't know I just hate parties, I needed to be alone'' I mumble back.

He leans away from the counter and extends his arm, offering me his hand.

'' You did hear the part where I wanted to be alone right?'' I question

He rolls his eyes, with a slight smile.

'' I did and I still don't care'' he smiles, shaking his hand.

I hesitate but his puppy eyes aren't giving up.

I reach for his hand and he looks too happy.

He guides us through the crowded room, I can't tell where we're heading.

Finally, I feel the fresh air. It's cold outside, but it feels so nice.

I watch as he takes a seat on the porch stairs, he peers at me, motioning me to take a sit.

'' Don't you want to go and enjoy the party?'' I ask well sitting next to him.

He stares at me, his cheeks are slightly red. His stare makes me feel anxious or intimidated. All I know is that it's a feeling I've never had before.

'' I'm enjoying it with you'' he states with a soft smile, '' Although if my favorite songs start to play then we gotta go and sing'' he chuckles.

I watch as he laughs, it is one where it's contagious, so I start to smile.

His smile is mesmerizing, it creates comfort that I didn't know I needed.

We sit in silence, but it's not awkward it's comfortable.

Our silence is interrupted by a sudden change of music. It's getting louder and stronger.

Brady turns to look inside and his face instantly lights up.

I'm confused, he can tell.

'' It's my favorite song'' he explains, '' come on we have to go'' He says.

'' what, no I'm good thanks'' I decline. he starts to stand up

'' Come on, please,'' He stares right into my eyes.

I can't

but his eyes. I have to.

'' Ok, fine'' I say extending my words.

He looks happy again.

We make our way inside and I can tell what song it is.

I wanna be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys.

It's my favorite too.

The song is already playing and he starts dancing.

'' Secrets I have held in my heart'' he shouts, '' Are harder to hide then I thought''

I can't keep my eyes off him, his like a magnet.

He peers at me and grabs my hands.

'' Come on sing with me'' He says.

If it was anyone else I would have said no in a heartbeat. But he has such an influence on me, that I just can't say no.

'' Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours''

We aren't breaking eye contact. Suddenly it feels a lot harder to breathe.

He makes me feel different.

I don't know if I like it. Or I can't get enough of it.

I stop, he notices and his eyes are concerned.

'' Are you okay?'' He asks.

'' I'm-''

I breath

I look into his eyes and then his lips. I don't know what's gone over me. Maybe it's the heat of the moment.

I step closer to him, not caring who's watching.

He hasn't once broken eye contact. He places his hand on my cheek.

'' Can I kiss you?'' I ask.

He nods. I connect our lips. The music fades out, and the lights disappear. His all that I can focus on.

The room is spinning around us. I rest my hands around his neck.

He pulls away first. We catch our breaths for a second.

'' You don't know how long I've wanted that for'' He says, grinning.