Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Remembrance | Dylan O'Brien

Imagine #20

Word Count: 2029

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THIRD PERSON:

Y/N swayed from side to side as the tune played from her speaker on a low volume. The white button down shirt that covered half of her body lifted up a few inches every time she raised her arms. The girl felt like her normal self as she freely danced around the bedroom, not having a care in the world on who could walk in her any moment.

Minutes later, a pair of arms snake around her waist from behind causing her to abruptly stop from her dance. Her eyes glance down to the pair of arms and she blushes once she finally realizes who they belonged too.

"I didn't hear you come in, mister." Y/N whispers, beginning to sway slowly once more.

A low chuckle comes from the perpetrator that stood behind her. "Probably because you were in your own little world when I called your name three times."

Y/N continues to move as she spins around to meet the mesmerizing whiskey irises of her husband. A small smirk was held on his lips, his hands still placed on her almost exposed hips.

"My bad. I was dying of boredom and I had nothing else to do since I finished all the summer cleaning for today." She says, both of her hands resting on his toned biceps.

The handsome young man smiles down at the woman. "Well, I wouldn't want you to quit your dancing. . .especially in of my shirts."

Y/N deviously smirks, slipping her hands into his large, yet smooth ones. "Then, you have to join me."

"Oh no, no. You should know by now that I have two left feet." He teases while trying to step away, but she only pulls him closer.

She sets one of his hands on the middle of her back, then placing his other with her free hand.

"You didn't have two left feet the night we met." She mocks his teasing manner, one of her eyebrows raising.

Dylan stomps his foot in defeat, knowing damn well that she had called him out on the correct answer. Another giggle leaves from her as stays in his spot, she had won yet again. As if on cue, Love Will Make Me Stay, appeared on Y/N's speaker, both of them gazing at each other with shocked expressions.

"There's no way you could possibly escape on this song. Especially if it's the one that played the night we met." Y/N murmurs, laying her head back onto Dylan's chest.

He sighed, resting his head on top of hers. "That was a night to remember, my love. I could probably retell the whole thing right now if I had to."

"I bet you won't." Y/N challenges, evilly snickering.

Dylan's eyebrows furrow, their bodies still swaying. "Be prepared because I never back out of challenges."

FLASHBACK
DYLAN'S POV:

I watched my older sister in awe as she stared at herself through the body length mirror. I couldn't help, but feel thrilled that her day had finally arrived. And also the fact that she managed to get a man after all those times of her whining on how she wasn't ever going to have someone to treat her like dad is with mom.

"Keep staring and I'll stab you in the eyes, dork." Julia chuckles, spinning around in the white dress to face me.