Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Listen

It was late one evening and you were returning home. You had run out for some errands, you had nothing to eat around the house and you were in the mood for some snacking.

You parked in front of your house but before you got out of your car you noticed a figure standing on your porch.

You cautiously get out of your car and walk up to the porch.

"Dylan?"

"Y/N?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I uh- well-" he stammers.

"Dylan is everything okay?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"You think you're- you're-"

After and awkward pause of no one speaking, Dylan breaks the silence.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have- I'm going to just go."

He starts to walk away but you grab him before he goes.

"Let me get my stuff out of the car and we can talk."

He says nothing. His only reply is waiting there while you retrieve your things.

You walk back up to the porch, bags in hand, and open the door. Letting you and Dylan in.

He takes a seat on the couch, still silent, while you put your groceries away.

"Okay. So you think you're in love with me? Are you drunk? Are you on drugs?" you say bluntly.

"No! I'm not on drugs! I might of had a drink or two but I'm not drunk either."

"Then what makes you think you're in love with me?"

He hesitates, unsure of what to say.

"I know it seems like this is coming out of nowhere, like I'm making up this up or something, but I'm not. Look, we've been best friends for a long time. A long time. And at some point I realized I wanted more than that. And I love everything about you-well not everything. Sometimes you're a real bitch, but you're my bitch. Okay that sounds horrible, and oh my god I'm so stupid. I don't mean it like that, oh god I'm sorry. Shit, I'm just trying to say that. God, Y/N, I'm so in love with you. And I finally realized that I couldn't stand by anymore without saying a damn thing. I just- I had to tell you."

"Okay," is all you say.

Now, he's upset. "Okay? That's all you have to say? I tell you that I'm in love with you and all you say is okay?"

"Yes."

"Y/N, now you're not even making sense-"

"I love you too Dylan. Obviously. Obviously I love you. You're my best friend-"

"But that's not what I mean-"

"Shut up, now it's my turn to talk."

Looking like a hurt puppy, he shuts his mouth.

"Good. Now, give me a second because I need to think."

Dylan just remains on the couch, now looking more confused than ever, while you start pacing.

And pacing.

And pacing.

Then you decide to just go for it.

You sit down beside Dylan, very close to him.

"Look at me."

Slowly, shyly, he turns to face you.

"Now kiss me."

And he does.

Oh boy does he.

A/N: My mom is making me wear this horrible outfit and I am so mad.... MEROPPPP

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