Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Friends?// Stiles

You were head over heels for a dumbass named Stiles. You met him your freshman year of high school and you were about to go into senior year.

You knew you loved him since the middle of sophomore year.

After hinting at him for almost 2 years that you liked him, you snapped and now you're just angry all the time.

But you two still hung out and you still loved him. You couldn't stay mad at him. So one day, you two were watching movies together and he wrapped an arm around you shoulders and pulled you into his chest.

"You know I love you y/n." He says in the middle of the movie.

You don't know why but this infuriated you. You couldn't just blurt out that you loved someone whenever you wanted too. Especially when you loved him too. But not the way he loved you.

You got up, stomping angrily. "Stiles, you can't just tell someone you loved them randomly like that!"

"What's your deal? I was just telling you that I loved you." He sat up, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Dammit Stiles! I'm in love with you and you're too much of an idiot to see it!" You yelled at him.

"Oh, how I love it when you compliment and insult me in the same breath." He says before grabbing your waist and pushing his lips onto yours.

You widened your eyes, shocked that the boy you were in love with was kissing you. You melted into his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck while his arms wrapped around your torso.

"You like me too?" You asked, intertwining your fingers behind his neck.

"I'm in love with you." He smiles, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

"I feel like such an ass keeping it to myself for so long." You rested your head on his shoulder.

"Since when have you liked me?" He asks in your hair.

"Since sophomore year."

"Oh god, this is embarrassing." He says.

"What? Why?"

"Because I've liked you since the moment I laid my eyes on you freshman year."