Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Let's Dance// Stuart

Billy got a dance club mixed up with a dance club, but you didn't really care you just wanted to dance.

You watched as half naked girls walked past Stuart, whom ignored them, too sucked into his phone.

"There's a big world out there," Nick said to Stuart. "Only three inches up."

He looked up at the girls but his eyes soon averted to you.

You connected your eyes as you slowly back into the crowd of sweaty drunk dancers.

"C'mon Stu, let's dance." He slipped his phone into his pocket, following you into the crowd.

You had a bit to drink, you were feeling a bit sexy, confident.

You were in the middle of the dance floor as Stuarts hands found thenselves on your hips. You put your hands on the back of his neck, swayinh along with the music.

You soon realized that this wasn't enough, the music changed to something more upbeat. You started to sway your hips faster, along with the beat of the music.

You turned around, grinding your hips into his. His hands gripped your hips tighter, assurance that you were doing a good job.

He turned you around, pressing his body against yours, grinding with you.

You both danced for a little while, your sweaty bodies pressed together.

You pulled his hand to the bar where you both shared a round of shots.

You were never the person to get drunk, you didn't go out often, you really didn't go out at all.

Stuart brought out your fun side, the sexy side, the side you were always afraid would come out. But Stuart liked it, like a lot.

You both went outside to get a breath of fresh air from the liquor and BO in the air.

You sat against the wall, watching as the cars past, sending a cooling breeze past you.

You leaned against Stuart, sighing. Okay, you admit, you had the biggest high school crush on him.

He took his jacket off, draping it across your shoulders.

You smiled at him, holding the gaze of his brown eyes.

"You look beautiful." He says, swiftly pushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

"No, I just put regular clothes on." You shake yout head, looking at the street.

He pushed your chin back up to face him. "You look beautiful."

He pulled your chin up to his lips, pressing them softly against yours.

You could take the drinks you two just shared on his lips but you didn't care. You were just happy that the love of you life was kissing you.

"You didn't just kiss me because you're drunk, did you?" You asked, smiling at him.

"Not at all," he smiles at you. "I've been wanting to kiss you since the moment I laid eyes on you."