In Real Life Imagines

The Moment You Know You Love Him

Chance: You wake up later than anticipated and notice that Chance is not next to you. You raise an eyebrow and sit up, running your fingers through your hair. You run to the bathroom and brush your teeth before you quietly head downstairs. "Brooklyn, come her sweetie," you hear Chance's voice and you smile to yourself. You find him in the playroom and watch silently from the doorway, where you can't be seen. Brooklyn runs over to him and hugs him, clinging to him like a monkey. Chance pretends that she knocked him over and falls on his back, taking her down with him. Brooklyn shrieks and giggles wildly. "I'm so stwong!" She giggles again and Chance nods. "Yes you are!" Brooklyn smiles and hugs him tightly again. Chance smiles and lifts her onto his feet, grabbing her hands and makes plane noises. "I'm flying!" Brooklyn shouts and pretends to steer as Chance carefully moves his legs. He bends his legs then, bringing Brooklyn close to him, and leans up to kiss her nose, his smile bright, and his eyes full of love. You feel your heart swell and you bite your lip. I love you, you think to yourself. I really do. Chance looks over at you then and smiles. "Well it's about time you realized it." Your eyes widen and you slide your hand over your mouth, not realizing you said it out loud. "You knew?!" You question. Chance picks up Brooklyn and walks over to you, kissing your forehead softly. "Not everyone would stick around when I have a child." You look up at him, brushing Brooklyn's hair out of her face gently. "For the record, I love you too."

Michael: You are watching him play piano, lost in his own thoughts. "You're amazing you know that?" You say after a while. He looks over at you and smiles, ceasing his movements. "Really? Thank you." "You play with such passion too. It's mesmerizing to watch," You reply, scooting closer to him. He smiles more and looks down at his hands. "I grew up with music you know? It became my escape from all the drama and the bad stuff in my life. Whenever I was upset, I would go in my room and grab a guitar, or I would start freestyling to release all my anger. Music has just become a part of me," You watch as he starts thinking about his past experiences with music and his face just lights up. "I think I'm in love with you," you blurt out. Michael looks at you then in surprise. "What?" He asks. "I, uh, I love you..." you trail off awkwardly at the end and blush deeply. Michael breaks out into a grin then and he picks you up, swinging you around. You shriek and hold onto his shouders to steady yourself. "Michael!" You squeal. He carefully sets you down and looks down at you. "I love you too. I've been wanting to say it for so long, but I was scared you didn't feel the same way," he says happily. "Of course I do!" You smile and he smiles right back at you.

Sergio: You guys decided to stay in and watch a scary movie tonight. "Serg, do you want extra butter on the popcorn?" You call from the kitchen, while he decides on a movie. "Yeah that's fine!" He calls back. You melt some butter and pour it on the popcorn before you grab the two mugs of hot chocolate and the bowl and walk out to the living room. He set up some blankets and pillows on the floor for you guys so you make yourself comfortable, setting everything down carefully. You watch him flip through Netflix scary movies and admire the furrow of his brows as he concentrates, and the way he bites his lip in thought. You smile to yourself and he looks over at you then. "What?" He asks in confusion. You shrug. "You're just cute when you're deep in thought, that's all and I love you," You say nonchalantly. His eyes widen then and you frown. "What? What did I say?" You ask. "You love me?" He whispers. Your eyes widen and you slowly nod. "I-I didn't even realize I said it. But yeah, I think I love you Sergio," you reply in disbelief, yet happy that you could admit it. Sergio stays silent for a moment and you bite your lip. "So, I'm just gonna go...this is awkward," you say when he still doesn't say anything. You start to stand up, but he quickly grabs your waist and pulls you into his lap. "No! No, no. Don't go. I love you too." "You do? Really?" Sergio nods and twirls a strand of your hair between his fingers. "Yeah, I just was surprised that you said it first. I thought I was going to be the one to say it first," he admits. You grin then. "Beat ya to it!"

Drew: You guys are at a Yankees game while you are staying in New York because you thought it would be something fun and different. The Yankees are down by a run and you guys find yourself rooting for them to come back and win. They have one out left in the bottom of the ninth, a man on second, and you watch as the pitcher sends the ball flying toward the catcher. This is it. If he swings and misses, the game is over. You hold your breath and grab Drew's hand in anticipation as the batter swings and connects with the ball. The crowd stands to watch the ball, including Drew and you. The ball soars high above the field and lands in the outfield bleachers. It's a two run home run. The man on second runs and waits for the batter at home plate. The crowd cheers loudly and you shriek and jump up and down excitedly. "They won! Did you see that?! A two run homer straight out to center field!" You cheer. You throw your arms around Drew in a celebratory hug and he chuckles. "God I love you," he mumbles almost too quietly for you to hear. But you catch it and slowly pull back to look up at him. "You what?" He looks down at you and bites his lip. "I love you. I didn't mean to tell you like this, but it just slipped out." You smile and brush some hair out of his face gently. "I love you too." And you do. Just being there with him was so much fun and you realized that you'd go anywhere as long as he was by your side.

Brady: You guys are sitting out in his backyard on a blanket, eating some sandwiches he made for you guys. You lay down with your head on his chest and stare up at the clouds above. His fingers are laced with yours, resting on your stomach. "How was your super fancy bologna sandwich?" He asks after a while. You laugh and look over at him. "You know, it was the best bologna sandwich I've ever had," You reply. Brady smiles and looks back up at the sky then. "This one looks like a star," he comments, pointing to the cloud directly overhead. "Really? I think it looks like you," you tease. "Excuse me?" He laughs and you giggle, biting your lip. "Well maybe it looks like you then," he huffs playfully. You look over at him again and smile. "Don't freak out okay?" He looks at you. "I'm just joking," he says, but you shake your head. "No I mean don't freak out at what I'm about to say." He raises an eyebrow and nods, watching you intently. You take a deep breath before you finally admit, "I think I'm in love you..." Brady looks back at the sky for a minute before he brings your knuckles to his lips, kissing your hand softly. "I guess it's a good thing I love you too." Your eyes brighten up and you smile. "You do?" He grins. "I don't make fancy sandwiches for just anyone."