Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Weddings

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He's staring into her eyes the way every girl wants to be stared at. She's talking about that time she ran around her neighbours garden nude as a five year old, but he's looking at her like she's telling him she love him. He doesn't break contact once, adoring the way she lights up about the light up shoes she once owned. His arm is slung over the back of her chair and her hand is resting on his thigh. Nothing to encourage sex, purely romance.

You have to turn away quickly as you fear they might be watching you and glance over the empty seat by your side. You hated family functions. They were more events that you had to explain why your hadn't found 'the one'. You only believed it as myth, the most majestic fable. You had been unconsciously playing with the spinach on your plate, day dreaming about anywhere you could be as usual. It was your mother who put the most stress on you. You had barely taken off your coat when you first arrived before she glared at you for coming alone. Of course she hadn't realised she was glaring.

The soft music played in the background as the newlywed couple were cheered for the first dance. The soft ukulele sung a beautiful tune as the pair gazed into each other's eyes for a straight two minutes.

"Wine, Madame?" The waiter cautiously looked down at you although he wore a smile. You quickly declined already feeling guilty for taking the last glass. You weren't about to get drunk and mope about being single. You only knew half of the people here and maybe there were some eligible bachelors from her side of the family. When you first received the invitation to your cousins wedding you were more concerned with what you'd wear to impress your 'one'.

"Saying no to wine? Now that's not the (Y/N) I know." You would recognise that voice anywhere. Childhood friends who had been destined for love before you took away for the big city causing him to feel obliged to move on very quickly.

"Where's your newest girl? Not like you to come to a wedding empty armed, Dylan." You were starting to regret not taking that drink as he pulled out the seat beside you.

Something changed in him. He barely chuckled as he held his head low before rising it steadily and avoiding eye contact. 

"I've stopped playing around," he chuckled slightly, "I'm too old for that now, right?"

"Well some live their lives as bachelors." I dramatically took a sip of my water as his eyes pierced the side of my face.

"You know better than anyone that I don't want that." You were scared to look at him, worried of the face he was pulling and to discover if he was being serious. It was his signature trick to entice girls, show he was serious about the commitment to get in their pants for one night. You had seen it on numerous occasions. The last three girlfriends you had bought were all easily won by his open ability to connect with commitment.

"I'm not going to fall for your games, I know you too well." You still worked on avoiding eye contact and happy couples as you trailed the room.

"You can't even look at me." He was probably rolling his eyes. "Fine, you don't need to see what I'm about to tell you."

"I probably don't need to hear it either." You mumbled under your breath in a very hushed tone.

"We're 27, (Y/N). I'm no spring chicken, you know. Sure I've been around the block a couple times, but the truth is I was always looking for you." Games, games, games, you kept thinking of fear you might fall. "I want to move to New York with you." What? "I was angry you left me alone here and I tried to hurt you, but it never worked. I'm sorry for my timing," he gestured to the wedding proceeding in front of us, "but you wouldn't have seen me if I invited you."

"I would have and that did hurt." You simply replied.

"Marry me," he asked quickly, mere seconds away from dropping to his knee.

"Dylan! Are you insane?" You held his arms, desperate not to cause a scene. He laughed and now you finally looked him dead in the eye.

"Fine, go on a date with me first?" His veiny hands clasped around yours as he flashed you the smile you had fawned over since high school.