Dylan O'Brien+ Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Heart Wrecking Breakup {dob}

"Dylan!" You screamed. "You cannot keep doing this to me, I'm only one person and this is a two person job!" You yelled at him furious as he had came home, drunk, again..

"Well!" He yelled at you slamming his jacket to the floor, "maybe we both just need to be a one person again!" He yelled again.

You were taken aback by him, he was usually cranky after getting a ride home from the bar, but you'd never of thought he'd break up with you.

"Oh." You said lowering your voice a bit and he looked towards the floor.

"Y/N, I didn't mean it." He said taking a step towards you, reaching for your hands, but you only stepped back, yanking your hand away, closer to your chest.

"No, Dylan, I think you're right." You said looking directly into his eyes, you saw hurt and regret, but when he looked into yours, he saw disappointment and anger.

"What?" His voice cracking as a tear rolled down his face.

"You're right, I think we need to break," you paused "break up." You finished. Dylan looked devastated, you felt your heart break into one hundred pieces.

"No, no, no, please." He begged "I'll go to therapy, get help, but please I don't want you to leave." He begged, clasping his hands together, getting onto his knees.

"Dylan, I can't sit here all day waiting for you to get home, only a part of me hoping you're not drunk, but I know you are, this has been going on for too long." You said walking up the stairs of yours and Dylan's house.

You walked into your room, grabbing three suit cases from the closet, shoving your needed things in them, such as clothes, toiletries, shoes, leaving all of your other things in the room to get picked up later.

When you walked down the stairs, suitcases rolling behind you, you saw Dylan on the couch you two shared so many moments on, his head was resting in his hands, his fingers tugging on his hair.

When you stopped by the door, putting your suitcases down so you could open the door, Dylan stood up and made his way towards you, he grabbed your face and kissed you, you didn't move one bit, holding still the entire time.

When he looked at your blank expression, he burst into tears, it yanked on your heart to see him in so much pain, but he hasn't been thinking of you for these past months.

"Y/N, please don't leave me!" He said but you'd already made up your mind, you opened the door, stepping out into the cold night air, you walked to your car and got in.

You took a look at the house before starting your car, this house had 3 years of memories of Dylan and you.

You pulled out your phone and called your best friend, Holland Roden, she answered on the third ring.

"Hey, what's up?" She asked, you tried to calm your voice but it cracked, you not realizing tears rolling down your face.

"Ca- can I stay with you tonight, or at least until I can get a hotel or something?" You asked sniffling through the line.

"Oh god, yes, of course, what happened Y/N?" She ask worried about you.

"I'll tell you when I get there." You said quickly hanging up, taking one last glance at the house, three years down the drain.

Part two? Yes? No? I'll probably write one anyways! If you liked my first imagine please vote, that would be awesome.