Dylan O'Brien imagines

Cuffed (Stuart)

"Seriously?" Stuart's tone was leaning towards annoyed and I felt completely guilty.

I kept my phone held to my ear as I spoke back. "Can you just come pick me up?" I whined and started shuffling my feet as I sat in the lounge chair. "Come on...  remember we're best friends." I smiled at the wall in front of me raising my voice a couple pitches higher as i spoke.

Before Stuart hung up I heard him grumble.

"Hey!" Stuart walked into the precinct looking irritated. I moved my body to go talk to him but was yanked back down by the pair of tight cuffs around my wrist. "Ow." I groaned rubbing the skin that the hand cuffs had just torn.

My eyes searched his face as he spoke to an officer by the information desk. I tried my best to smile when the both of them glanced in my direction. The tall police officer walked over to my chair, Stuart following close behind. "You know this boy?-"

"Man." Stuart coughed into his elbow causing me to snicker a little.

I nodded my head quickly as he twisted a small key in the metal contraption holding me down. The officer gave me one more death glare before heading back to his duties.

"Again?" Stuart asked as I stood by his side.

My small smile faded. "It's only the second time and the first one was only because you told me to 'have fun'... I take things like that seriously." I explained as we left the familiar precinct.

"Just please tell me you didn't sleep with anyone." Stuart hopped into his car as I moved into the passenger seat.

I shook my head. "No... But why do you care?" I asked him curiously as he started the car.

"Because I care about you." He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Because you're my best friend?" He  almost said it as if it was a question.

As we arrived at his apartment I began to feel my head throb. "Ohhhhh." I placed a hand on my forehead and one on Stuart's rather firm arm. "I don't feel good." I said leaning my head back so I wouldn't throw up.

"Okay get out of my car first." Stuart snapped at me rather rudely.

I blew off his rude comment and stepped out of his car still not used tot he bright sunlight shining down on the large city. My feet stumbled as I made my way inside of Stuart's apartment building and helping myself into the elevator. Stuart reached for the button but I pressed it before him feeling rather accomplished that I beat him to it. I know, childish. As the elevator began to move I felt a lurch in my stomach but I held the liquid in my mouth, swallowing the stomach acid down leaving a scratchy burning sensation in my throat.

Stuart threw his door open and I walked inside quickly making my way to his bathroom. A trail of vomit left my mouth as it fell into the toilet. My eyes started to sting as tears fell from them my face beginning to grow red. "Im sorry Stuie." I looked through the bathroom doorway at him as he walked over to me taking my hair and pulling it out of my face.

"Hey it's okay." He said, his voice soothing to my ears. "It happens." He chuckled at me and I leaned my head into his chest. "I love you."

"What?!" I jumped out of his arms.

"Fuck I mean I love poo... No that's not right I love..." Stuart stumbled on his words and Started pacing. "Yeah I'm caught in this one aren't I."

"I love you too."

"What?!" Stuart yelled at me.

"I would kiss you but I kind of just threw up in your toilet so..."

"Hearing that is enough." Stuart smiled at me.

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