I'm With You // Yungblud x Reader

22

Y/N POV

You stirred in your sleep before getting up out of bed and going to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror to see the eye bags under your eyes darkening more and more each day. You couldn't believe these might be the final days with your other half. You walked back over to the hospital bed, interlocking your hand with Dom's as you laid down. You quickly fell back asleep.

"Can you please tell me where you're taking me?" you giggled while walking with Dom, his hands covering your eyes. 

"You'll find out in a minute, I promise we're almost there." He responded, laughing with you. You sighed and let him guide you to your destination until you suddenly came to a stop.

"We're here! You can open you're eyes now." Dom instructed you. You opened your eyes to see a beautiful grass field with a large white piece of paper on it. It had to be at least 6 feet long and about the same in width. 

"What's with the paper? And why'd we have to wear white?" You asked curiously. You were dressed in a white tank top and white shorts, Dom wore the same. Dom reached behind his back and pulled out a bucket full of paints and paint brushes.

"Today, my love, we art." He smiled as he spoke.

"We...art?" you chuckled.

"Indeed. I'm gonna bring out my inner Van Gogh. Bet I can paint a better Mona Lisa than you." He said.

"That's Michelangelo, not Van Gogh, but you're on!" You responded. You grabbed a paint brush and began your masterpiece on one side of the paper. You were halfway done the face when you felt a splatter of paint hit the side of your face. You looked up to see a smirking Dom, with a paint filled paint brush in his left hand, and a bottle of blue paint in his right.

"Oops," He said, flinging another drop of paint on you. You let out a light chuckle and turned around to grab more paint. You picked up a bottle of purple paint, took the cap off, and proceeded to dump the paint on Dom's head.

"Oops," you mocked, a smirk now appearing on your face, as paint dripped down his. Dom picked up another bottle of paint and now began to fling even more at you. You of course grabbed your own and did the same. Paint was flying everywhere, your white clothes were now rainbow, and you were laughing harder than you'd ever laughed before. You both were rolling all around the paper, painting each other more than the actual paper, but having the time of your lives. You swear each time you look into this precious boy's eyes you fall more and more in love. Dom stood up to look at the masterpiece you two had created. You followed and intertwined your hands, looking down at the painting in front of you.

"Well, it's definitely more of a Pollock than a Van Gogh, but I love it," you giggled.

"And I love you," Dom said to you.