Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Lil' Guitar Boy | Dylan O'Brien

Imagine #11

Word Count: 1541

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Y/N'S POV:

"Keep dragging me by the arm and I'll pull yours out of your socket, buddy." I threaten my best friend as she leads inside of a small pub on the corner of the street.

"Tone down your attitude, you can't get laid tonight if you're all grumpy." Lesley smirks, the two of us finally making it to the bar.

Tonight was Lesley's twentieth birthday and all she wanted to do was get drunk, meet a hot guy, then get laid. Me on the other hand, wanted to stay sober and drive us home safely at the end of the night. I mean, that is of course, if Lesley isn't taken by some random dude.

"I'd like to have two of your strongest drinks- so strong I won't be able to remember my own name." She giggles and the bartender nods, fixing her glass of whatever the strongest beverage was.

"Les, please don't get too drunk. I'm not trying to drive you all the way to the hospital at midnight because you had too much of this pub's strongest alcohol." I complain and she only snickers, shaking her head slightly.

The bleach blondie shrugs, taking the two glasses from the bartender once he comes back. "It's my birthday, so let me be, dude."

I scoff at her snobbish attitude. The only problem between us two was that we had totally different personalities. Lesley was wild and didn't give a shit about anything...while I was the opposite of her.

"Ladies and gents, tonight we have a special guest performing a song for us. So, give it up for my son, Dylan O'Brien!" A lady in her mid-forties, grinned as she clapped loudly for her son to come on the mini stage.

The lights dimmed down, a little spotlight over the wooden chair, and then a young man around my age filled the empty spot. A guitar held tightly in his hands as he nervously gazed out in the crowd of drunk people. I couldn't help, but notice how freaking gorgeous he was: tiny brown moles freckled upon his cheeks, dimples appearing as he flashed a small smile and his hair in a cute messy style, but he still managed to look presentable.

"Um, hello there peeps." He sends a slight wave before placing his hand back on the guitar. "I personally don't think I'm the best singer, but my mom wanted me to perform for you all tonight. I hope you enjoy this song called Perfect by Ed Sheeran...so here goes nothing."

His fingers begin to strum the familiar tune to Ed's song that came out on his recent new album. I softly nod to the beat of the tune, already enjoying the moment even though he hadn't started to sing yet.

"I found a love for me," He sang, my breath instant getting caught in my throat as I began to quietly choke on my own spit. "Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead."

As Dylan continued to sing, I didn't dare move my eyes away from him. His voice was honestly too soothing, making this pub full of drunks suddenly feel somewhat peaceful. Everyone's eyes were glued to him, some of them probably shocked by how beautiful his voice sounded. I glance at Lesley to see she was smirking at me instead of her attention being on Dylan. She slaps my arm, basically tell me to turn back around and watch the rest of the performance. Obeying her, I slightly jump when I see Dylan's eyes were on me as he sang the end of the song.

"Now I know I have met an angel in person. And she looks perfect...I don't deserve it, you look perfect...tonight." He finishes, adding his own mini twist while still staring at me.