Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Damn Paps

Dylan's pov

Me and Y/N were having the time of our lives while on a dinner date. We went to this fancy Italian restaurant.

We got to get to know each other really well. I found out her favorite animal, color, number and everything that she could tell me in between bites of pasta.

"You ready to go?" I asked her.

"Yeah." She told me.

After picking up the tab, we headed out into a sea of flashes. Paparazzi.

"Who's this with you?"

"Where are you going?"

"How old are you sweetie?"

"What makes you interested in someone that looks like her?"

Once I heard that last comment I snapped. I hate Paps but they just overstepped the line.

I found the pap who said that and punched them straight in the nose. I felt blood trickle down my knuckles.

"Dyl, what the fuck was that for!" I heard Y/N yell.

"Let's go." I said. We rushed to my car and I sped away. I don't care if this is all over news tomorrow. I love her and that's that.

"Babe, what the hell?" She asked once we got home.

"I-I'm sorry. It's just what they said."

"What did they say?"

"They asked why I would love a girl that looks like you. Don't listen to them. I love you for you my beautiful little ray of sunshine."

"I love you too." She told me before pulling my head towards hers.

I set her on our bed. "I love you."