Dylan O'Brien Imagines

What Are You Doing Here?// Dave

You were going out on your first date with Jordan, someone you met at work. You work in a bakery downtown.

Your best friend is Dave Hodgeman, the second love of your life, was sitting on your bed while you modeled your outfits for the date.

"Hmm, I like the red dress better." He shrugged, looking down at his book.

"C'mon, really? Pay attention to me." You pouted.

"I am, y/n." He said, frustration lacing his voice.

"Prove it then!" You sassed.

He got up, his eyebrows furrowing before suddenly his lip were on yours. How could something so wrong feel so right?

You pulled back, resting your hands on his chest.

"Dave, you can't do that."

He leaned in to kiss you again but you turned your head.

"Dave, this isn't right."

He huffed before turning around and leaving, slamming the door behind him.

"Shit!" You grumbled, sitting on your bed.

In an attempt to get your mind off of Dave, you went on the date.

But you couldn't get your mind off his lips.

You picked at your food, not really paying attention to Jordan talking.

Then you suddenly got it, grabbing your purse, mumbling a sorry to Jordan before leaving.

You found yourself at Dave's door, knocking on it. You paced around the front porch as you waited for him to answer.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?"

"I was-I was with Jordan and I-and he was going to kiss me," you sighed, resting your hands on your hips. "And all-all I could think about was when you kissed me."

"W-what?"

"I love you Dave, okay? I love when you kissed me and I didn't know how much I did un-"

He stepped forward, grabbing your chin and crashing his lips onto yours.

"I love you too, y/n."