The Vamps Imagines

37. The Vamps Imagine (Boy of your choice)

Another day, another art lesson, another deadline, another thing to stress over. But you couldn't complain too much after all it was your choice to take art and it wasn't like the class was full, there were 6 people including yourself. Some people would say that was a good thing, quiet lesson, nobody firing paint, glue, whatever at eachother and enough room to move but for you. For you it wasn't all that you expected. Out of all 5 people in the class, there was only one person that you actually liked. The others, well there was the quiet girl who never smiled or spoke to anybody, the girl with red hair and a lip piercing who complained about everything and anything, the 'weird' girl who ran a tumblr page dedicated to basically porn and her best friend who was the complete opposite of her who was obsessed with completing coursework months before the deadline. And then there was him, perfection personified. (lol this is a 100% accurate description of my art class).

Usually you'd walk to lesson with him, having the same friends as eachother often had its benefits and then you'd sit on different tables that were opposite eachother. But today, he made a move that you were praying he would make for months now. Following his usual routine, he made his way over to you to walk with you to lesson, opening the door for you he followed you out. But his next move almost paralysed you. "You know you don't sound like yourself" he spoke quietly, smiling down at you.

"Its probably because I sound like a man," you laughed slightly so you didn't have a coughing fit in front of him "its not fun having a cold, you know?" you finished, looking up at him.

"You don't sound like a man at all, you still sound lovely" he smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling your smaller frame into him. Its a good thing he had his arm around you otherwise you would have fallen due to your legs being turned to jelly by his gesture.

"Well I'm glad you think that anyway" you smiled at the ground, attempting to hide your blush. "So, you looking forward to this lesson?" you smirked, bumping his leg with your hip.

"Too excited, I can barely contain myself" he laughed, his grip on your waist tightening as you stood outside the classroom door. Laughing, you opened the door and walked in, only to be greeted by one awkward glance and three glares.

"Mind if I sit with you?" he asked nervously as you sneezed, way to go y/n.

"If you want to, I mean I might infect you with my germs and I don't think I'm very popular at the moment" you spoke quietly to him.

"I don't mind, and they probably only glared because you have a cold, you know what they're like" he laughed slightly.

"Germ phobic, I might cough on them and see what they do" you joked

"I will pay you to do that" he grinned back. Sitting down you got out your work for the lesson. Felting. Fun. Not. You had no motivation to do this at all, you couldn't stop sniffing, coughing and sneezing and everytime you moved it hurt. Not to mention that your hands were soaked and soapy and your hair was in your face. Groaning, you shook your head to push your hair out of your face. Bad idea. You had never been more dizzy in your life. Sitting down quickly you rested your head on your hand.

"Woah, you alright?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed as he made his way over you.

"Yeah, just tried to get my hair out of my face but it didn't work, now I can't stand up" you smiled sadly.

"Don't worry I'll sort it our for you." he smiled taking your hair to the side and splitting it into two sections.

"What are you doing?" you giggled as he attempted to do a successful fishtail braid.

"Trying to do what you do to your hair nearly every lesson, but its not working out how it does when you do it." he pouted slightly as he secured it with a hair tie.

"Well its out of my way and it doesn't look that bad you smiled reassuringly.

Once the teacher finally arrived  lesson continued in silence with you both occasionally glancing at eachother, smiling shyly when you made eye contact now and then. You weren't going to lie, you really liked him, you had ever since you first saw him and you secretly hoped that he felt the same way. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. But you hated waiting. These 'adorable moments' had been happening for months and you just wanted to know if he actually liked you or not. It was driving you mad. Once the lesson had finished you dried your hands, took your hair out of the braid it was in and turned around to pack up your things only you didn't have to. You smiled as you saw him neatly slotting your folder into your bag and fastening it. Smiling at him you grabbed your coat and reached out to take your bag, in response he merely shook his head. "I've got it don't worry." he smiled sweetly at you. Returning to his previous position of having his arm around your waist he walked with you to your next lesson, carrying your bag for you like a gentleman .

"You know you're really one of a kind" you looked up at him as you continued"I mean most lads wont carry a girls bag for them, or plait their hair for them but you did and that's so sweet. You're so nice" you smiled up at him as he smiled down at you. Reaching your next lesson he opened the door for you, handing you your bag and giving your waist one last squeeze before letting you walk to your seat not before winking at you as you turned around.

Maybe he did like you.