ethan dolan imagines

let me fall in love with you

fav photo of him rn i don't know why, he's just so cute and so ughhhhhh please don't mess with my emotions please???^^^^
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this was partially inspired by an amazing author that i follow and a song i've been listening too...yeah haha
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Please correct any errors i need to be sure this doesn't sound like a child writing imagines pfft...

you and ethan have been good friends and neighbors for such a long time. and you kinda had this small crush on him, and you never knew he liked you back.

Your POV
i was laying on my bed when i hear a knock on my window, and i knew who it was. ethan. him and i are the closest of friends anyone has ever seen. no doubt about that, well after his brother of course.

i open my window and giggle quietly since my parents are asleep. i see ethan, in sweatpants and a sweatshirt (cuddly and warm sndksj idk) climbing the tree that leads up to my window so he can come up in my room to talk. he's been into this girl he can't stop talking about. it makes me sad since it's not me but i have to support him.

"hey," he whispers as he crawled into my room. his biceps had to flex in front of me,totally beautiful. he turns his head and combs through his long locks of hair. he walks towards me and engulfs me in an eager hug. i wrap my arms around him as he pulls me closer to his chest.

"did something happen?" i quietly spoke rubbing his back up and down.

"no i just want a hug," he whispers kissing the top of my head, nestling his lips into my hair.

"you know you're right next to me," i say referring to the fact that we are neighbors.

"i know, i just want to hug you," he repeats holding me tighter.

"okay," i whisper feeling the heat in my cheeks. "my parents are asleep so we have to be quiet."

"oh shit sorry," he apologizes but sits on my bed after pulling apart our hug. i sit next to him and see him thinking while looking at my direction. "are you think about the girl?" i say smirking.

"actually you read my mind," he says and i can tell, even though it's dark, he raised his eyebrow, which is totally cute. "i am thinking about her."

"oh," i mutter feeling my heart ache. the thought of him liking someone while i'm hopelessly in love with him is impossible to handle. the pain in your chest, your throat closing and the feeling of yourself crying is not that great.

yes i am in love with him. i've known him for too long and he's a friend that people would be too lucky to have. he would listen so carefully to everything you say, never argue against your opinions and would always comfort or cuddle you to make you feel better. he wouldn't mind helping you in the middle of the night to take you for fast food or come to your house to watch netflix. he's selfless, and has always told me how he cares about me too much. he's like a boyfriend, except the label "boyfriend" is replaced with "best friend" which is fine, but i want him to know i love him. my eyes begging his to read my mind, but i don't think he thinks the same. so i hold my feelings and emotions for him and just let the aching happen when he talks about another girl.

"she's so clueless though," he says with a small smile that lights up the dark room. i frown, "why?"

"i make it so obvious to her that i really like her. in fact i love her," he says confidently, making my heart melt. the tears are welling my eyes. good thing the lights are off.

"o-oh, really?"

"yeah," he looks down. "she's just...so oblivious that i'm in love with her. i've known her for too long, and we talk and hang out a lot, and she's to not understand that i want my heart to belong to her."