Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Quidditch// Stuart

"Stuart! Maybe if you looked up and gave a shit you would know!" You yelled as a ball hit him in the head.

He mocked up, shoving his phone in his pocket. You threw the ball at him as he swiftly caught it. But it was quickly snatched away as the broom was snatched from his legs.

"Hey!" you pushed Graham. "Play fair you prick!"

He laughed and walked away. You rolled your eyes and helped Stuart up.

"Thanks." He said.

You nodded before running back over to your team.

Billy gave you a pep talk, from which you tied the score. You threw the ball to Stuart, who quickly threw the ball into the hoop, getting you ahead.

"We won!" You screeched at the top of your lungs.

You ran across the field to your best friend, who made the winning score.

You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"You did it!"

"We did it."

Your smile soon faded as you realized how close your faces were and his eyes kept glancing down to your lips.

You smirked as you slowly leaned in, teasing him before pressing your lips softly against him.

He quickly put his hands on your face, making your feet touch the ground, and deepening the kiss.

You hands slid underneath his beanie and into his soft hair, making him sigh into the kiss.

"Seriously guys, Chetty is watching. You're gonna be in a lot of trouble."