yungblud imagines || d.h

hibachi

your boyfriend decided to take you out to eat considering neither of you had done something together in a while. you were so excited to finally get time with him after he'd been so busy with work. your favorite restaurant was your town's local hibachi grill. everything about it was always so mesmerizing to you. "would you like to split this check, babe? i'm sorry but i just had to pay a lot of bills and i still have to have money for the rest of the week." you just nodded your head, disappointed of course. you were honestly confused. with the job he has, and the overtime he's worked, how could he be in such a financial issue.

you pull into the lot and you wait for him to open your door; he never does. it surprised you because he used to do it all the time. frustrated, you swing the door open yourself and speed walk to catch up to him at the building. as you two are seated, he orders for you, but it's nothing like what you'd drink. you didn't want to be rude so you stayed quiet and just went with it.
after ordering the two of you sit there in silence. a girl that you know all too well walks in and your blood boils. she's seated right next to him at the grill and honestly you wanted to leave at that point. his ex girlfriend had practically just joined your, already terrible, date.
after sitting there for ten minutes, you were ready to walk out. instead of starting conversations with you, he was busy playing "catch up," with the girl that he swore he hated with passion. in that moment, you heard a familiar, loud tone of laughter along with two other familiar voices.
you look up, feeling the presence of someone being seated beside you. it was an old friend of yours from high school that you hadn't spoke to in ages. dominic harrison. just as cute as ever, he was.

he paused for a moment as he looked at you, "oh my goodness, y/n! it's been so long, how are you," he asks you while leaning in for a hug. you hesitate for a moment but fuck it, your boyfriend has no longer given his undivided attention to you. "dom!! i can't believe this ! i've been doing okay but the real question is how are you," you respond as you embrace him.
he was always a warm person and had a very gentle heart. in this short moment, you looked back on how different your life would be with him had you not lost the connection, or the intense feelings. obviously, only one of those was still in tact. you finally disperse from the hug and realize that your so called "boyfriend," hasn't noticed a thing; still talking to her.

you let out a sigh and rest your back against the chair as you grow silent again. "was supposed to be a date," you mouthed to dom, "that's his ex," you finished. his mouth dropped; he was disturbingly astounded to believe he was witnessing such disrespect. "hey mate, maybe you should pay more attention to your girlfriend, be a tad bit more respectful," dom said out loud.

"don't tell me how to operate in my relationship, you british bastard," he spits back at dom, pulling you closer to him. you put your hands up, spacing the two of you. "stop. please just stop," you say to him, but you were far from done, "you have spent this whole evening talking to your fucking ex girlfriend and chatting her up, making eyes at her, feeling her up under the fucking table thinking that i don't fucking see that. i mean, jesus fucking christ, dom has been here for five fucking minutes and he's gave me more attention than you have in the past forty five minutes," while standing, you let him fucking have it.

the two of them looked at you with disbelief. dom looked at you in awe. "if you two would rather get fucked over by getting back with each other, then get the fook out of here and don't bother speaking to her or any of us on the way out," dom spat at the both of them.
without a word, they both scurried out; embarrassed by the attention being brought to them. you sat down with your head in your hands. you weren't sad enough to cry, but you were so sad to the point where you honestly couldn't feel the pain of how upset you were. dom places his hand on your back and began to rub it, attempting to comfort you, "hey love, don't fret over that dickwad and his gutterslut. he's an idiot," he said. you glanced over in his direction and grabbed his hand gently.

the chef comes out with his trey, confused to see that two of the six people had now vanished. "don't worry about the other two mate," dom said to him, "they're not coming back."
the two of you sat there laughing and talking; catching up together and finding out that you had a lot more in common than you thought over the years. "dom, i'm sorry," you said, seemingly out of the blue, but you could see the hurt in his eyes; the "should've, could've, would've's," and it hurt you too. he looked at you, confused for a moment, "i'm sorry that we weren't as close as we truly could've been. yes we were best friends and we did everything together, but after a while, i stopped making time for you because i was so fucking caught up in a relationship that never fucking mattered. i've hurt you and don't say i haven't because i know that's not true." he sat there for a moment, saying nothing. before you knew you it, you were captivated by his grasp in his arms and you never felt more safe in your life than right there. you returned the gesture and the two of you had everything right there with each other; tension had risen.

"ya know, y/n, i was thinkin'," he started; his hand grazing over yours, "maybe, sometime soon, i could take ya on a proper date." you felt your cheeks heat up and your heart felt like it was spiraling into your butt. you smiled at dom and you were so taken back, all you could do was nod and say, "yea, yes, yes," over and over. the only way dom managed to shut you up was by placing a simple kiss on your cheek.

after the two of you enjoyed your meal with adam and michael, you all stood up to walk out; you froze, realizing you had lost your ride considering your douchebag of an ex drove you here. " you alright, love," dom asked you. "yea, it's just that we've got to cut the night short, which i understand, but..he drove me here and my home is all the way across town.." you trailed off. "adam and micheal were my ride bc my vehicle is back at the hotel, but we could take a train or a cab and i could walk you and just let them pick me up later," god, he was such a fucking angel. "are you sure, dom?" he nodded and linked arms with you, "let's go, love."

after a 20 minute cab ride filled with a capella, throwback karaoke, laughter, and some inside jokes, the cab stops by a street sign and the two of you exit. the air was cold enough that the two of you could see each other's carbon dioxide. "only 15 minutes of a walk left, dom. then you'll be rid of me," you joked slightly, but you couldn't help but feel like a bother to him, "fook, i'd never want to get rid of you. if could, i'd take you with me to finish the rest of my tour, but i don't know if you'd be down for that," you became a bit bold as you intertwined your finger with his and got closer, considering it was very cold outside. "i mean, dom, i would love to but i can only imagine captions and comments and titles of articles, 'girl yungblud just met in as little as twelve hours is going on tour with him: for the love or the fame,' can't forget that there's still a big ass handful of judgey people," dom let out a small laugh, "that is right, but what if i come back tomorrow morning and help you pack. i know it seems soon, but i really enjoy your company," he admitted. " i'll definitely think about it," you responded. and that's all you could think about the rest of the way home.

as the two of you walk up to your porch, he pulls out his phone to text adam, "yes," you say out loud. his face lit up with a thousand smiles and all he could do was hug you and you felt that feeling again. things were meant to be this way. the two of you...meant to be...like this. "put the phone away and just come in, dom," you unlock your door and hold his hand as the two of you walk in.

you both sat on the couch and watch re runs of tv shows you would watch together in high school; it was about 10:00 before he decided, "let's watch a movie," you looked at him as to say, "which one," and of course, he selected none other than your favorite, across the universe. ever since you were little, you felt so powerful every time you watched it. you and dom would prance around the living room singing every song together and it was always so magical.

halfway through, you can feel his eyes practically burning a hole through you; you look to him. "you're so pretty, y/n," he says to you and you couldn't help but blush, "come on tour with me, please," you wanted to, but could you really leave your life here behind? you couldn't help but contemplate, but then again, would it really be so bad if you did?

like one of the many things the two of you used to do as children, you held out your pinky to make a promise; he lit up like a Christmas tree, "yes, i'll go with you." and there it was. the excitement, the jumping, and the smile so big on your face, you were sure it barely fit. you hadn't felt your cheeks hurt this much since the last time the two of you were together.

the thing was... you loved dominic. in that way; as much as you didn't want to, you couldn't help it. it just came so naturally to the both of you. you never wanted to leave him behind the way you did. and he never hated you a day in his life for it, never could. he wanted the best for you, and maybe this moment right here was the best.