Dylan Obrien Imagine

Dylan Obrien Imagine #11

This imagine is dedicated to TessaNae , hope you like it!

I walk through the front doors of the huge hotel. I can't believe I was actually in Paris! I'd always dreamed of living to Paris so a holiday here was a dream come true. The lobby of the hotel is beautiful. Everything is gold and silver with pots of roses spread around the area. As I walk towards the front counter, I pass a guy dressed in black dress pants, white shirt and a black vest with a name tag, he must work here. He has dark hair and light brown eyes, and I'm almost positive his name is Dylan from his name badge. He turns to look at me and winks, causing my cheeks too heat up. The lady at the front counter hands my my key and I step onto the elevator, going up to highest floor. My room is stunning with a huge window that you can see the top of the Eiffel Tower and a huge bed with gorgeous silk covers. The bathroom is mainly marble and the table beside my bed is covered in French desserts. After a few hours of sitting in the bed and flicking through my phone I decide to call for room service, ordering dinner.
Fifteen minutes later someone calls from the other side of the door.
"Room service!" They say, and I'm surprised to hear an American accent rather than French. I open the door and almost drop my phone when I see the cute guy from the lobby carrying my food. He walks in, closing the door behind him and sits the food down on the table.
I quickly walk towards him but trip on my suitcase lying on the floor. I stumble forward but my fall never comes. The guys wraps his strong arms around me, catching me before I hit the ground.
"You alright there beautiful?" He asks.
"Yeah sorry about that." I stutter nervously.
"You're not from around here are you?" He asks.
"No, my names Contessa, but you can call me Tessa." I say.
"Lovely to meet you Tessa." He says. "I'm Dylan."
"Hey how about I take you for some real food? I've lived here for a while so I know some pretty good restaurants." He says.
"I just ordered food, and plus you are working." I say.
"Trust me, the places I'll take you taste so much better and plus, I finished work an hour ago, I just like to help out." He says.
"Okay deal!" I say.
We walk out onto the busy streets of Paris and he takes me to an amazing restaurant where I try almost every French food there is. After an hour we walk out and walk along the streets. After ten minutes I look up and see the Eiffel Tower across from us.
"Oh my god! It's beautiful!" I squeal.
"It is isn't it." He says, looking directly at me.
He steps forward, closing the space between us. He reaches for my face with both hands and attaches his lips to mine. When the kiss finished I look up at him and he says.
"Guess this really is the city of love."