Isaiah Jesus Imagines

You like him (Part two)

"Hello you, what're you doing here?" Isaiah asked when he found you walking through the bar, dressed for a night out.

"I was um meeting someone but they still aren't here." You admitted shyly.

"Well if you want I can wait with you?" He offered and you nodded.

The two of you sat together for a few hours, laughing and chatting, after a while you felt less shy even with your crush on Isaiah.

"All right sweetheart wanna come home with me?" A man slurred, leaving for a while when you said no, only to return a few minutes later.

"Look mate she said fuck off, you don't want to mess with her any way, Fuckin Shelby." He jerked his head at you and the man's eyes seemed to widen in fear.

"You didn't have to do that!" you giggled as he linked arms with you and walked you to the Garrison where your siblings were.

"Course I did, couldn't let someone make you uncomfortable, your brothers would kill me." He smiled and opened the door to the Garrison.

"Oh, yeah my brothers." You mumbled, blushing and running off to meet with Ada and tell her what happened.

"So, Tommy's boasting about how you looked after (Y/N) and she's blushing in the corner." Michael muttered as he sat next to Isaiah who was drinking while watching you laugh with Ada.

"Yeah well, couldn't let something happen to her, could I?" Isaiah mumbled as he took a sip.

"Yeah that's it." Michael teased as he watched his friend.

"What're you talking about?" Isaiah grumbled, rolling his eyes when Michael teased him.

"You like her, she likes you and it's not like it's hard to see." Michael pointed out, his point being proven when they both caught you looking at Isaiah before jerking round to look at something else.

"Nah, she's always liked me since she was little, just looking out for her." Isaiah insisted.

"Well if you do like her I'd tell her now seeing as she is talking to him." Michael pointed to you by the bar talking to someone.

Isaiah was on his feet and hurrying across the bar without another word, grabbing you by the waist and planting a kiss on your lips, pulling away when your brothers cleared their throats.

"Sorry." He muttered to Tommy who shook his head.

"Took you two long enough, behave." He pointed at the boy who nodded, sliding an arm around your shoulders.

"So... Michael says you like me." He chuckled, smiling when you blushed and nodded.