yungblud imagines || d.h

he's your little sister's elementary school music teacher

you finally put down the book you'd been working on for the past two weeks. "oh my god, it can't end like this," you think out loud to yourself. you grab your phone to go to the website to purchase the sequel novel; you see that you have three missed calls from your mum.

"shit." you instantly ring her up.

after a couple rings, you're greeted with her warm, "hello?"

"hey mum, i'm so sorry. i was caught up in that book again. i just actually finished it, what's up?"

turns out she'd be working late tonight and needed you to get your sister from school. you sighed after putting her on mute, then politely accepted. you quickly got dressed and fixed your hair to look presentable. by the time you got there her after school program would be done.

on the way there, you turn up your radio just a notch louder from the last song you turned it up to. "watermelon sugar higgghhhh," you'd be crazy not to like this song.

pulling up, you make sure that the backseat is clean for her to sit in; it is, per usual. you take a deep breath, becoming a bit nervous. you actually hadn't seen your sister in two weeks, you also hadn't been to this school since you were little.

walking through the doors, you follow the sound of music coming from the far end of the building. you could hear recorders, bongos, maracas, and...a violin?!

you quietly open the door to see your little sister in the ensemble with the violin propped on her shoulder and the crook in her neck. she seemed so focus, her lips pursed together the same way yours did. then you heard a voice that was so soft, but gritty at the same time, it was as if you could've been listening to someone famous.

you stand there to listen until they're done. you were so proud of your sister, you could have cried.

"alright, guys. that was absolutely perfect, i can really tell that you're starting to feel the song a bit more. same time tomorrow, now let's get packing!" her teacher has quite the accent, and when your eyes decided to finally peer over to him, you are completely flustered.

his eyes attempted to entrance you while his lips practically seduced you just from existing. his hair was nearly black but still brown with a section of plenty of magical colors. he was like the alternative dreamboat, until he spoke with his soft, raspy tones.

he turns and instantly makes contact with you. "i'm sorry, i've yet to meet you. i'm mr. harrison to the kids, but you can call me dom," he greets you, extending his hand to shake yours.

"oh i'm y/n, i'm here to get y/s/n, (ansley if you don't have a sister)" you tell him, gesturing over your your bright eyed sister, who took pride in her big solo in the song. she waved at you as she packed up the instrument, excited to tell you all about what they're doing.

"are you her guardian," he asks you, god, his voice, "her sister, actually."

"figured. i haven't really seen you around at all."

you word vomit suddenly gets the best of you, "you seem young to be a teacher."

"graduated early, love." you nod at his statement, clearly impressed. you turn around to greet your sister, who carried two bags on her shoulders and a music book in her hands, "oh, here let me help you out," you offer, taking her book bag around your own arm.

dom mumbled something under his breath, "i'm sorry. i didn't catch that last part," quickly he stutters out, "oh! i-i'm sorry, i asked if you'd like to come watch an entire practice tomorrow. it's never a dull moment with them," he boasts with a wide smile.

"oh my gosh, please y/n! for me! i never get to spend time with you anymore, and you'd have fun," your little sister practically begs you.

guilt set in as her words hit you like a ton of bricks. have you actually been that distant? you reflect on your life from the past year only to justify that yes, you in fact had been very distant. you were working on your own book outside of your actual profession, most of your spare time was spent reading other books to help you better understand how to place yourself in a character's mind, and if you did come over, it was only for at most an hour. of course, you have in.

"i'd be more than happy to," you said, placing your hand on her shoulder as you approach the door.

mr. harrison is quick to stop you for one last hand shake, "it was a pleasure meeting you today, y/n. see you tomorrow afternoon," his hand clutches yours firmly as you feel something from his touch before he disperses. not a spark or jolt of energy like lightening or anything, but rather a note. "i think he digs you," your sister butts in. "oh hush, let's go."

your stomach fluttered at the million thoughts of what it was as you walked to the car. you start the car and quickly scan over the piece of paper while your sister places her things in the trunk of your car.

maybe dinner afterwards?

your heart practically melts to your feet as a smile becomes visible from ear to ear upon your face. "see. i told you he digs you," your sister says right in your ear causing you to nearly jump out of your own skin, "he even brought his own shovel," she added, pointing to the note.

"shut up, it's not a big deal," you tell her.

"are you kidding? mr. harrison has never looked at ladies the way he looked to you, no matter how many ladies try."

"ah, so other teachers dig him too?"

"isn't that what i just said," she looks to you with faux sarcasm in her tone, "but yeah, just mostly the younger ones."

you can't help but laugh at her wit, "alright twerp," you pull out of the parking lot, "where are we getting ice cream from?"

it was almost like flipping a switch on her as she had a conniption over the idea of getting ice cream, "baskin robbins!!!"

"whatever you say," you tell her, "so what's up with the colour in his hair," you ask.

"figured you'd ask, he lost a bet with us, so he had to do it. i honestly think he won anyway because it basically tricked us into performing a song perfectly in a day without practicing it together at all, a sneaky man, he is."

"pretty smart if you ask me."

"so, y'all going on a date or something tomorrow?"

"that is none of your business," you say turning on the radio.

"my teacher, my bizz."

you groaned at her inquisition. this was going to be a long twenty four hours; for your sister and the hottie, it's worth it.