Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Night Club

a/n: here we go, an update!! i'm on holidays at the moment, so I'll try to write some more!! here we are mackenzie!! hope you enjoy :)))) we're at 80.2k reads and 2.3K votES!!!!!! love you guys xxx

The walls were thumping along to the loud electronic music as the club really came to life. You watched the heap mess of people on the dance floor, their sweaty bodies grinding against each other or fist pumping the air. It wasn't your usual scene, but your boyfriend and his friends wanted a night out.

"Don't even remember the last time I was at a club," Dylan held his arm loosely over your shoulders and as he peered around the room.

"How did you even find this place?" You snaked your arm around his waist for a sense of extra protection.

"Ki Hong's wife recommended it," he started bobbing up and down to the best of the music falling in time with the people around you.

"Speaking of," you pointed over to a small group of people waving toward you. Dylan nodded in that direction and you followed along behind him, swerving through the bodies till you reached your friends in the private zone.

"Hey guys!" You openly greeted everyone before taking the open seat next to Rosa who looked like she couldn't keep still.

The night moved on and you were enjoying yourself. Most of these guys were your friends too, so it was easy for you to joke around with the remaining few who wouldn't go dancing, Dylan excluded.

You watched him from across the floor. He wasn't the most skilled dancer and his lanky body, flailing his arms everywhere, made him seem slightly uncoordinated. You thought it was funny and cute, though, and you were glad to see him enjoying himself.

"C'mon Mackenzie! You have to dance with us," Rosa held her hand out to you, still bobbing along to the music.

"Yeah go shake it Mack!" Jacob mocked, shimmying his chest.

"One dance," you stated without understanding when the songs needed or begun.

"Yay!" She guided you through the floor, but the crowd and become really concentrated to where you had seen Dylan dancing before. Rosa just waved it off and began dancing where she was.

You were stiff at first, but soon you grooved a bit more as you watched Rosa let everything go. You flipped your head back, swaying your hips, closing your eyes for a moment as you let the music take over.

You didn't jump when a pair of hands guided themselves around your waist, in fact you welcomed it. Dylan had finally been able to find you! You had lost Rosa a bit ago, but still had eyes on her as she danced on a little podium.

You kept swaying your hips with firm hands against your waist. He skilfully adjusted to the rhythm of your feet as you danced in time, although sometimes you'd accidentally step on his feet.

"Hey!" You heard a faint mutter, but didn't pay too much attention, the music loud and those few drinks from earlier clouding your senses.

"Mack!" You heard a bit clearer now. Your partner leant down towards your ear and whispered something.

"What?!" You screamed back at him, hoping he'd speak up. Your back still to his front.

"Do you wanna ditch this place?" He asked louder.

"Sorry?" His diction and unfamiliar scent were a clue that the mystery boy was not Dylan. Ditch this place? Definitely not your man.

"Get your hands off!" The hands slid off from your body as you turned around to face the commotion. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but Dylan had one hand gripping the material of his shirt and statured over him as you assumed he threatened him.

"C'mon," Dylan reached his hand out for yours.

"I'm sorry! I thought it was you!" You try to scream over the music. He shakes his head.

"We were only dancing!" You shout again.

"Well you should only be dancing with me," he shouts back to you.

"I thought it was you!"

"Mackenzie," he shouts before bringing you close to his body, looking straight down into your eyes.

"You're jealous!" You mocked, poking his nose with a smile on your face.

"You're mine," he replied with squeezing your sides. "C'mon, let's go home." He winked.

"That's my Dylan," you whispered to yourself as he guided you out of the raving club.