Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Perfect (Dylan O'Brien)

Dylan O'Brien

You stood in the empty music room, your melodic singing echoing, bouncing off the walls. You were getting ready for a performance that was arriving in a few weeks and you had recently started practicing the song 'Perfect' by Ed Sheeran. You were quick to get a grip of it and with only a few rounds of practice, you had gotten the hang of the song.

"Darling you look perfect tonight..." Your voice slowly faded away at the last word. Dead silence occupied the room once again. You let out a long puff of air, your throat burning slightly because of the rounds of singing and lack of hydration.

You decided to take a break, grabbing your water bottle before settling down in a corner of the room, leaning on the walls. You took a swig of water, the cool liquid instantly refreshed your parched throat, as if it was as good as new again.

You closed your eyes. Head tilted back to rest it against the wall. You picture yourself on the stage, all attention on you. The only spotlight beat down on you, the hall quiet, the only sound was your angelic voice that reverberated in the space.

"Urgh...gotta get back to work now if you want the audience to like the performance." You told yourself.

However, before you could push yourself off the ground, a deep voice came from beside you.

"True."

You jumped at the sound, immediately falling back to the ground. You laid there, your limbs sprawled. You had nearly hit your head on the linoleum floor, but fortunately, you caught yourself at the last moment.

With elbows propped, you looked up. A boy stared back at you. Dark brown hair, honey eyes, a warm smile stuck to his face. His perfectly aligned teeth were revealed, pearly white, almost glowing. He let out an amused chuckle, seeing your clumsy movements and you being a klutz. His hands rested casually around his light brown guitar that glistened under the light.

"Who the hell are you?" You snapped, fied and upset, face already turning red.

"Woah, you're a mean one! I'm Dylan. Dylan O'Brien." The boy joked.

"Can't you tell that I'm practicing? You can't just rudely walk in and interrupt me! I booked this room until four!"

"Look at the time." Dylan jerked his head towards the clock that hung on the wall.

4:30pm.

Your anger at the boy suddenly vanished, replaced by guilt. You apologized profusely, shooting up from your position. You hurriedly grabbed all your things and paces towards the exit.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so so sorry. I didn't know. I'm really sorry. About everything. Here, you can have it. So sorry." You muttered.

"It's fine. Stay." He spoke.

You swiveled around and tilted your head sideways. "Huh? You want me to stay?" You pointed at yourself, trying to confirm with Dylan.

"No, I want the air to stay." He joked sarcastically.

"But why?"

The boy didn't reply, he shifted against the wall into an upright position, guitar resting on his thigh as he propped one knee up. He positioned his fingers on the strings with finesse and with his other hand, he strummed the guitar.

The notes carried joviality, each one exuded a sort of lighthearted but meaningful sound that filled the entire room. The music winded into your ears, the sounds airy.

"I found a love for me. Darling just dive right in
And follow my lead." His deep voice mixed with the strum of the guitar. His voice was like music to your ears. Literally and figuratively. It sent goosebumps down your body. You closed your eyes, absorbed in the moment, all your senses shut down except for your ears. They took in the melodic sounds, relished them. "Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet. I never knew you were the someone waiting for me."

"Aren't you going to join in?" Dylan paused his singing, still playing his guitar.

You quickly returned to reality and snapped open your eyes.

"'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love." Simultaneously, the two of you started to sing. Your voices were mingled together, high and low, so in harmony. It was even better than the original song itself, your heart beating in tandem too.

You walked towards the boy and settled down beside him. Your eyes naturally locked with Dylan's chocolate ones that glittered with enjoyment. Your lips curved upwards sweetly, already falling for the cute boy. He mirrored your expression, winking playfully.

Back leaned against the wall, singing filled the air, euphoria ran through your veins. This was the best experience ever.

"I don't deserve this. You look perfect tonight." The song came to an end. Your voices grew more faint and slowly vanished. The strum of the guitar was more gentle, the sound that escape it became softer until it too, faded away. What else faded away was the entire world.

You and Dylan stared intently at each other in silence. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest. Each beat, faster and faster. Both of you unknowingly moved closer to each other, so close until you could feel his breath on your skin.

"Well, I think I deserve someone so perfect like you." Dylan broke the silence, sneaking a look at your soft lips.

"Am I forgiven?" You teased.

"No, you have to thank me first." He hummed.

"For what?" You asked.

"For singing with you."

"And how should I do that?" You leaned in closed and whispered in Dylan's ear.

"This."

Dylan's hands cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a deep kiss. Your lips were connected and you felt his warm lips against yours, pressed so gently yet so full of passion. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to calm your thudding heart.

"Dyl, what was that for?" You giggled and pushed him away, trying to play hard to get.

Dylan seemed to know what you were up to. He carefully placed the guitar on the ground beside him and held your hands in his strong, veiny hands.

"C'mon, you know you liked that. Don't even deny it." He raised one eyebrow, a smirk surfaced on his face.

"Are you flirting with me?"

"Alright, one question. Choose one answer. Do you want to leave and let me practice, or stay and sing with me?" He asked frankly, confident that you would choose the latter.

"Hmmmm...how about none?" You acted like you were contemplating the answer as you rubbed your chin. "How about none?"

You answer caused Dylan to falter for a moment, jerking back as he looked at you with knitted eyebrows.

"You forgot the last option. Finish the kiss."

Lol this chapter isn't that great honestly but enjoy :)