there you were.
closing up the shop for the night,
listening to your newly favorite song, "loner."
it was by a artist who caught your eye only
months ago. you couldn't help but wonder
what pushed him to want to make his
movement and purpose so..well..public,
you'd guess.but at the same time , you couldn't help but
appreciate what he was doing. especially
with his song, "polygraph eyes," it meant
a lot to you, and you held it dearly to your
memory.it's pouring outside and you're locking the
doors, grabbing your coat and preparing to
rush to your car. as you turn around to begin
your race, you bump into someone."awe, fuck. i'm so terribly sorry." that accent.
no , it couldn't be. you look up to find that
yes, it could be. because it was.
"oh, no," you begin, "it was my fault , i was
in such a hurry." he looked at you
apologetically, shaking his head. "here,"
he says, opening the extra umbrella he and
his friends had, "could i least walk you to
your car?" you nod, "yeah, that'd be nice."you both take your time, and talk about what
you do with your lives. of course some of it
isn't a surprise to you because you've listened
to his music, so you are attentive. at one point
your arms brush past each other and you
blush a little. "so what's your name," he
asks. for a moment you forget it, slightly
giggling out loud you finally answer, "y/n."he giggles in response, realizing you're
flustered. "i'm thinking there's a slight
chance you may already know my name,
but i'll introduce anyway. i am dominic,"
as you reach for the handle of your car door,
he continues, "and i also may want your
number? to continue this conversation?"you felt the colour drain from your face,
but you knew you were blushing hardcore.
you nodded and smiled as you entered the
digits into his phone. "fucking sick, i'm
glad to meet you. see you later beautiful,"
he said before shutting the car door for you
and you let out a huge gasp for air like
you'd been holding it in for ages.you couldn't believe that the dominic
harrison, yungblud, has taken a very
obviously liking to you. and thought you
were beautiful, let alone called you beautiful.
and asked for your number! there wasn't
going to be any sleep for you tonight.you texted him a quick "hey stranger , x🖤"
before starting your car and heading home.
little did either of you know that that night
was the start of a two year relationship, still
going strong - and serious, to this day.
YOU ARE READING
yungblud imagines || d.h
Teen Fictionthis book was previously published on my old page, but had (obviously) been transferred here. happy reading! "double the 'u,' double the flavour ." 🖤🖤🖤