Oliver wood imagine's

Boys All over

On a sunny afternoon, you sat in the bustling courtyard, the air filled with laughter and the vibrant chatter of students. You were engrossed in conversation with a friend when a very good looking boy named Louis approached. With his tousled dark hair and an easy smile, he radiated charm and confidence, capturing the attention of nearly everyone around him. As a popular Hufflepuff, he was the kind of boy that girls admired and often crushed on, but your friendship had always remained light and playful.
Although... Louis started to become more clear with his feelings for you. Which made it slightly more awkward when you approached you.

"Hey, y/n," he greeted, his voice warm as he stepped closer to you. A casual smile lit up his face.

"Hi, Louis," you replied, your own smile broadening in response. You could feel your friend's gaze fixed on him, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement.

"You look absolutely beautiful today," he said, his admiration evident as he examined your appearance.

"Oh, thank you," you replied, a bit shyly. You brushed it off, accustomed to his kind words—they were a frequent occurrence.

"Uhm, actually, I was wondering if you might like to go on a date with me?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

Your friend's jaw dropped, and she let out a small gasp, clearly more thrilled than you could muster at the moment.

"Oh, Louis, that sounds lovely, but I—" "But she has a boyfriend," Oliver interrupted, his tone sharp as he stepped out from behind Louis, crossed his arms, and looked at him with a disdainful expression.

Louis turned to Oliver, confusion clouding his features as he struggled to comprehend the tense situation unfolding before him.

"Oh! —I'm so sorry. I had no idea she had a boyfriend," he stammered, anxiety lacing his voice as he attempted to apologize sincerely.

"Well, now you know, so you can stop talking to my girlfriend and leave," Oliver shot back, his tone dripping with irritation and possessiveness.

"Oliver! Don't be rude," you interjected, standing up and gently placing your arm around his to calm him.

"I'm really sorry, Louis. You're genuinely a nice guy," you said, turning your gaze to Louis and offering him a warm, reassuring smile trying to lighten things up before Oliver could make this situation worse.

"No, really. It's not a problem at all, and I'm sorry again," Louis replied, his expression softening before he turned and walked away embarrassed.

You let out an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes as you turned your attention back to Oliver.

"You didn't have to be mean to him,"

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it besides I find it hard to believe that he didn't know we were dating," he says, glaring in his direction. Arms crossed.

You give him a soft smile, you wrap your arms around him. Leaning in, you place delicate kisses on his lips, savoring the moment.

"You're so cute when you get jealous," you say playfully, sinking further into his embrace and feeling the comfort of his strong, warm body against yours.

He lets out a lighthearted laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I'm glad that me getting jealous over another guy talking to you makes me more attractive," he replies with a hint of sarcasm, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

You look up at him, your heart fluttering as you hold him tightly.

"Oh, absolutely! It makes you so attractive, I love it," you tease back, knowing it'll only fuel his humor.

His infectious and bright laughter fills the air, and he leans down to plant a quick kiss on your lips, a sweet reminder of his affection.