Why Don't We Imagines 2.0

IDBITC; C.B

Corbyn's POV

I rolled my eyes as I looked at the time. I had been standing in the same damn line for an hour.

"Excuse me," some guy said while skipping in front of me.

"I can't believe I paid and entry fee," I sighed to Jonah who was flirting with some girl.

I don't even know why I came out. I don't have the energy for all of this!

"Smile!" Jonah shouted at me before snapping a picture.

"I think I should go home," I told him.

"You said that 2 minutes ago bud," he reminded me.

I sighed and played on my phone to kill some time. After another half an hour, we went in. I got my ID out and got some shots.

'This ones for the sparklers,' I thought before taking one.
'This ones for the dudes wearing shades in the darkness,' I said in my head before downing another one.
'and hats off to the DJ who played the same song twice in an evening,' I thought before taking my last one.

Your POV

I hopped out of the Uber  and I was feeling myself. I had on my new mini I dress and heels. I wore my new diamond necklace as well.

I was a pretty well known DJ and walked up to the bouncer.

"Hey, what's up man?" I casually asked as my whole squad stood behind me.

"I'm Y/n," I introduced.

"Y-who?" He asked, "you gotta wait like everybody else."

I frowned and we all went to the back of the line.
I sighed and though 'shoulda stayed on the sofa, forgot I hate being social.'

Corbyns POV

I drank some more and sighed. I started to miss my ex-girl. Man this Drake song making me 'motional. I shook it off and tried to dance. That's what I came here for anyways, but the DJ ain't playing the cuts and what do I do with my hands?

Your POV
I tried to not be disappointed a roll with the punches. I held my Red Bull up and I toast the nights like this that I probably won't remember much.

Thinking more and more I wanted to leave. I picked up my things about to leave when the DJ made me stop dead in the middle of the dance floor.

"Y/n in the house tonight!" He yelled.

"Fuck," I whispered under my breathe.

Annoyed and tired, I went back over to the bar. I sat next to a low-key looking blonde boy. He smiled as he noticed me.

"You're music is pretty great," he complimented.

"Thank you," I smiled while perking up a bit.

"You don't seem to be having a good time?" he questioned.

"And to think that I've waited all week just to get someone's drink spilled over me. Now I don't even care if the Uber's on surge, I'd do anything to get out of this club," I vented.

"Me too. Trust me, I don't belong in this club," he agreed.

"Really? Not even one dance?"

"No chance, 'cause I'm feeling awkward as fuck. I was waiting in line for an hour just to get in now, I wanna get out."

"Look, we both should try to have a good night. Just one dance, as weird and fun as you can make it. Deal?" I challenged.

The boy nodded and followed em to the dance floor. We both danced crazily, and laughed the whole time. People stared and he leaned over to me with a smile.

" I told you, I don't belong in this club," he laughed.