Jacob Latimore Imagines

First kiss

The entire idea was stupid. Parties were just an opportunity to do something stupid or a chance to get your first kiss. You had no clue of any of the songs you were listening to.

You walked away from the crowd and dashed to the nearest door. The cold breeze hits your body once you make it out,sending goose bumps to prickle up on your arms and legs. You sit on a small brick wall as you run your hands down your freezing arms in an attempt to warm up.

You're basically unaware of everything until you notice someone sitting next to you,until your vision fades to see Jacob Latimore,just one of those guests at the party,just smiling at you.

"We're cutting up the cake now," he says "Don't you want to come?"
"Do I have to?" You ask.
"No,not if you want,"
"Thanks I'm set."

You expect him to get up and go but he just sits there silently,looking at you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You feel yourself slightly blush.
"Because you're beautiful,"
"Really?"
"Of course,"
"Well,thanks. But I hope you realise now my we what you say I'm not coming back to that party,"
"Well,what do you plan to do then?"
"Nothing."
"Well if you don't like it here why did you come in the first place?"
"Because my friends made me. They're just so obsessed in getting a kiss off any guy,"
"And you're not?"
"Not really no. I always thought that if have found someone that I wanted to be with all ready but not so much now,"
"Come on Y/N. Who wouldn't want you?"
"What?"

Before you can say another word,his lips lightly brush against yours,pulling you in closer as your lips touch together and you couldn't imagine a better night.