The Real You--Imagine #24
“megababygirl1678: Hi i was wondering if you could do one where like you tell him that you like him through a note and he doesnt say anything for a couple days but for some reason you find yourselves alone in a room and he tells you he has feeling for you and you become bf/gf you probably wont read this but it would literally mean the world to me Thanks
A/N: Thank you for being patient and waiting for this! Hope this lives up to your expectations, love! <3 Keep dreaming!~Logan
I drew in another deep breath. I could do this. I folded up the confession of my adoration of c/n that I had written on a small piece of paper.
Lifting myself up from my lunch table, my friend patted me on the back, smiling up at me encouragingly. With another deep sigh, I let my feet carry me over to c/n’s lunch table.
C/n along with a couple of his friend’s eyes turned to me as soon as I uttered a greeting. The attention made my heart skip beats, and I extended the note tightly clutched in my shaking hand.
“Umm, I-I just wanted t-to give this to y-you,” I mumbled, blushing furiously, as his fingers brushed mine when he grabbed the folded paper.
He smiled softly up at me from his seat, and I gave him a flustered grin back before scurrying away.
“Well?” y/f/n asked
“Umm, I don’t know,” I muttered, sneaking a glance at c/n’s table.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” y/f/n practically shrieked, gripping your arm.
“I sort of just gave it to him and ran back,” I mumbled, pushing some strands of hair behind my ear.
Y/f/n stared at me with a disbelieving expression on her face. Without warning she smashed her face into the lunch table, banging it while asking “why” repeatedly. Finally, she lifted her head, looking at me exasperatedly.
“Why would you do that, y/n?”
“Because I got nervous,” I flung my hands up, annoyed with her.
“Well, I can’t be too hard on you. You have a billion times more courage than most, being that you actually confronted him,” she smiled.
“I just hope he answers me at least by the end of the day,” I muttered, looking again to where he was sitting, now laughing with his friends.
Two days had passed since I had given c/n the note. All I had scribbled on there was that I liked him. It wasn’t the most clever thing ever but what else was I supposed to say? I figured being straightforward was the best thing to do. The only other thing I’d put had been ‘Do you like me back?’. Only he hadn’t even glanced in my direction these past two days and I was beginning to feel as if I had messed everything up.
I walked into class, then remembered I had forgotten one of my notebooks for my class. Hurrying quickly so as not to disrupt my teacher’s delicate emotional balance, I reached my locker.
A large hand landed on my shoulder, and I gasped, turning around so abruptly my locker slammed close.
C/n leaned into me, his other hand resting on my locker behind me right next to my head. Our eyes met and I felt like the air had been knocked out of me. The scent of his cologne engulfed me and I had to keep my legs from shaking due to our close proximity.
“I believe I have something that’s yours,” he murmured, pulling a small slip of paper from his hoodie with the hand that wasn’t on the locker behind me.
I gingerly took it from his hand, my mind still muddled by his sudden closeness.
“Open it,” his voice rumbled, grazing my ear with his nose.
I shuddered and prayed that he didn’t notice, while I shakily unfolded the slip of paper that was all too familiar. Underneath the question I had written, in his boyish hand-writing he had answered, ‘Go on a date with me and I’ll let you know’.
My face grew hot. Confused, I looked up from the note to find his face creased with worry. It made me feel better to know I wasn’t the only one who was anxious about this whole thing.
“I don’t,” I pushed my hair back, clearing my throat, “I don’t understand?”
“What’s not to understand?”
“Well, why do you need to go on a date with me to tell me if you like me or not?” I was shocked at my own inquisitions since I normally couldn’t get a full sentence out around him.
He shook his head, a small smile softening the lines that had formed between his eyebrows. He leaned forward even closer and my breath caught in my throat.
“Y/n, if I didn’t like you I wouldn’t have asked you on a date. But I don’t know anything about you really except that your smile can light up a room and you have an incredible ability to make me really nervous and sweaty–wow, umm, TMI, sorry,” he pushed off the lockers and scrubbed his hands through his hair. Taking a deep breath, he set his hands on my shoulders, his thumb caressing the side of my neck. “What I’m trying to say is that, I want to like more than just the fantasy version of you that I have in my head. I want to know the real you,” he finished, letting out a shaky breath.
“What would the fantasy version of me do in this case?” I asked, barely getting the words out.
A scarlet blush crawled up his neck and settled over his face, his thumb stopping its ministrations on my neck.
“I-I-you’d-Jesus,” he breathed out. “You’d kiss me. But, obviously that’s just my thoughts and you really don’t need to and I don’t expect you to even go on a date with m–”
With more courage than I knew I even had, I lifted up on tip-toes to press a feather light kiss on his pink lips, silencing him effectively. When I pulled back, I tried to regain my breath because I still was in shock at myself and what I had just done. I was never one for bold moves. What was this boy doing to me?
His e/c eyes flitted open and drank me in, face slack with awe. It was probably my favorite sight ever.
“There’s more where that came from. But to get them, you’ll have to take me out on that date,” I smiled, blushing.
He looked at me with that awe on his face, and then suddenly ran down the hall muttering something about having to tell his friends. Before he made it around the corner he stopped, abruptly, turned and ran back.
I didn’t have time to register anything before his lips met mine and pulled back swiftly.
“I’ll pick you up at your house. 7 o’clock. Tonight. Wear whatever. You’d be stunning even in sweatpants. I’m taking you to your favorite restaurant.”
And he was sprinting full speed down the hall. I snapped out of the reverie I’d been in.
“How’ll you get to my place? You don’t have the address!” I shouted.
“Text it to me!” He shouted back.
“I don’t have your number!”
“Flip over the note!”
And sure enough, on the back of the note he’d left his number.