Dylan O'Brien Imagines and Preferences

Drunk Confessions -part 1- Preference

A/N Sorry for anyone who read "Whoa" - Stuart Twombly. I guess I accidentally published it instead of saving it. Sorry 😁

Dylan

*Bang*

The phone in my hands leaps out and lands in on the duvet covering my lap.

*Bang* *Bang*

I hear something banging on the door downstairs. I scan my room until my eyes land on the baseball bat my best friend, Dylan, got me for my birthday. I quickly scramble out of bed snath the bat up and I clutch it against my chest.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

I quickly run down the stairs and pause at the bottom step. I see an outline of a tall slim manly figure. Oh my God.

'Suck it up Y/N, just open the door like the big girl you are.' I think to myself.

I raise the bat in my hands and walked to the door.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *BANG*

The door shakes as the person hits it harder. I quickly race to the door, open it and take 10 steps back. The person behind the door must have been leaning against it because as the door opens someone falls in.

I'm about to swing my bat but I soon recognize the messy brown hair, the mole cover face and the light brown eyes of my best friend.

"Dylan!" I shriek while dropping the bat to the floor. Dylan cranes his neck from the awkward position he landed in and smiles at me. "What the fuck are you doing you asshole? You scared the shit out of me!" My arms fly in different direction, something I must have picked up from Dylan. I spend too much time with this guy.

"Sorry." He slurs. Oh no, he isn't is he? "Do have a chicken I borrow?" He says with a crooked smile. I sigh. Yep, he is totally drunk.

I bend down, grab him by the shoulders and lift him up off the ground. "God Dylan. You're heavy." I say as I drag his body to the couch. I dump him on the black leather.

"You aren't any lighter missy." He says with a pout on his face. I sigh again.

"I'm going to get you some water." I turn around and make my way to the kitchen.

"You know..." I hear Dylan say from the living room. "I'm a prince. Do you know why?"

I laugh as I reach up to the cabinet grabbing a clear glass before putting it back and grabbing a plastic cup. You never know what can happen. "I don't know, why?"

"Because I have a beautiful princess that I love and I want to live happily ever after with her." Dylan says with a sigh.

My heart sinks just a little. 'Be strong Y/N, he is your best friend. Nothing more.'

"Oh that's good. What's her name?" I go over to the tap and fill the glass with water. I walk back into the lounge room and hand him the glass.

"Her name is princess Y/N, don't tell her. She's my best friend and she doesn't know that she is my princess yet. So shhhh" He says bringing his index finger up to his lips.

I take a seat next to him on the couch and stare into his eyes. "What?" I ask confused. Dylan drinks all the water before answering.

"Princess Y/N. You don't know her? Oh. She's the best. I love her with everything in my heart .I would save her from all the dragons, all the evil people. It would just be Y/N and I in our castle, but she doesn't know which is sad. But I don't know how to tell her. The love I feel is so big. You know?" Dylan looks at me waiting for an answer but I don't know what to say. "Well, anyway. I'll explain it to you. The love I feel is bigger than anything in the world it over powers everything and anything. I think about her every second of every hour of every day. Have you ever felt that love before? Do you have a Prince? Or a princess if you swing that way?"