Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Hungover// Stuart

Everyone got totally shit faced drunk last night.

Except you.

You didn't like being sick. So you passed, but you got to take care of Stuart last night. Whom you had a small crush on.

"Hey Stuart, how you feeling?" You asked as your sat beside him on the couch.

"Please...don't yell." He groaned, laying down on a bean bag.

You chuckled at everyone around you all hungover. But you weren't, you were overly excited about todays challenge.

"This is why I don't drink." You motioned toward them.

"The world looks like a pinwheel of death right now." Stuart groaned.

"C'mere." You pulled him onto the couch, holding his head in your lap as he pulled his beanie over his eyes. You massaged his temples and played with his hair for awhile before he fell back asleep.

"You know, you're even prettier upside down." Stuart said as you styled his hair in an funny quiff.

"Yeah?"

You liked being the confident, clueless little girl, you like Stuart, you liked him a lot.

"You look cute like that as well." You smirked.

You pulled the beanie back over his eyes and he smiled cheekily.

"Can I try something?"

"Mhm."

You leaned down and pressed your lips to his, a small fire lighting inside you.

All the conversations ceased around you as he held your face, sitting up to full kiss you now.

"I like that idea."

He kissed you again as you giggled at his hair.