THIRD PERSON

Y/N stumbled out of the bar entrance with her friend Dylan, who looked amused at the sight of her.

"Why is everything spinning? Stop spinning." Y/N pointed out accusingly to the open area, a frown on her face.

Y/N had just finished drinking her twelfth drink, which honestly shouldn't have reached passed four for her. She wasn't one to handle liquor nicely. But, Dylan was enjoying the sight of her acting like a cute five year old, giggling and saying anything.

"C'mon- let's get you home." Dylan smiled, grabbing her upper arms as he lead her to the car. He hadn't had any drinks tonight, so he could drive them home.

"My home or your home?" Y/N mumbled as they got closer to the car.

"Your home. You need some good sleep before this major hangover you're going to have." Dylan smiled, opening the passenger door for her. Y/N giggled and kissed his cheek, before sliding in to the seat sloppily.

Dylan has frozen when her lips came into contact with his cheek. He could feel the pink spread across his face.

He shut her door quickly and walked around to the drivers side, getting in.

Dylan turned on the car and began pulling out, thinking Y/N had fallen asleep. But when he looked over, she was actually looking directly at him.

"What?" He asked as he drove. Y/N shrugged lazily.

"You, Dylan, are a very attractive man." She giggled. Dylan laughed.

"Okay." He smiled, turning onto her street.

"And strong. . ." She trailed off, placing her hand on his bicep. This time, Dylan got a bit more nervous.

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow.

"And. . ." Y/N smirked drunkenly, dragging her hand lower on his body towards his jeans zipper. Dylan coughed and ripped one hand off the wheel, grabbing hers and pulling it away.

"Okay! Uh- I-" Dylan stammered. "I'm driving, Y/N."

"Okay." She huffed, pulling her hand back to her body. "You're no fun."

Dylan shook his head as he exhaled, pulling into her driveway. He unbuckled and got out, rushing to her side before she did anything. He opened her door and instantly, she crawled out, and fell into his chest.

"Let's go!" She smiled up at him. Dylan rolled his eyes and simply picked her up, kicking her door closed.

"You are strong!" Y/N called out, amazed at his ability, her intoxicated mind not being able to comprehend someone could actually carry someone else.

   Dylan laughed to himself as he did he best to open Y/N's front door, eventually getting it. He quickly entered and shut the door with his foot, basically running to get Y/N upstairs.

   He reached the second floor and found Y/N's bedroom quickly, having been there more than a few times.

    Y/N squealed when her brain recognized her own room.

    "My home! How did we get here so quickly?" She asked, looking up to Dylan, who shrugged with a smile and placed her on her bed.

   "Wait! I need my pajamas. . ." Y/N frowned. Dylan wordlessly went to her pajama drawer and found a pair of shorts and a tshirt, tossing them to her.

   "Well?" She scoffed, raising them in the air. "I can't put them on all by myself, now can I?"

   Dylan got really nervous. Did she just ask him to undress her? Was he going to? Did he want to? Hell, of course he did- just not while she was drunk.

  "I- uh, s. . . sure." He choked out. Y/N giggled and stood up, putting out her arms playfully.

   Dylan slowly walked over and grabbed the pajamas from her hand, deciding he'd do the shirt first- and quickly.

    Dylan placed his hands on the hem of her dress, pulling it up. It was giving a fight back, being a tight dress and all. He gripped it this time and tugged, fully pulling the dress to Y/N's hips. He gulped at the sight of her black lace panties, but looked away and continued pulling.

   Dylan finally got it all the way over her head, quickly growing it and putting the head of the shirt over hers. He pulled it down to cover her, also, black lace covered chest that he may-or-may-not have looked at accidentally.

   Y/N huffed as she shoved her arms through the arm holes, smiling proudly when the shirt was completely on, falling barely to her thighs.

 
   Dylan grabbed the shorts and crouched to the ground, gently grabbing her ankle and placing it in the first hole, then doing the same to the other. He dragged the shorts up her legs and finally reached her hips, where he found out he had to roll the top of the shorts to get them to stay.

   Dylan stood to full height, and found their bodies were so close, making their faces even closer. Y/N could feel Dylan's slight breath fan over her face, discovering he'd recently been chewing mint gum.

   They stayed close for a few moments, before Dylan pushed forward and smashed his lips to hers. Dylan loved the feeling of her lips on his. He wanted it more. Instantly, her drunk mind proceeded and kissed Dylan back, moving her lips gently against his. Dylan let out a moan as her tongue begged entrance, and this snapped him out of it.

   Dylan backed away and awkwardly let out a breath as Y/N simply stood there as if them kissing was normal.

  "Uh- let's, let's get you to bed now." He nodded. Y/N responded with an 'okay', crawling under her comforter and snuggling into her mattress.

   "Okay." Dylan breathed out. "Better?"

  "No." Y/N frowned, looking up to him.

"Can you- stay? The house gets scary at night time." She whispered. Dylan relaxed and smiled, nodding. He crawled over her and laid on her bed. Y/N flipped over and looked at him.

   "Thank you." She whispered again. Dylan kept his smile, staring into her eyes he couldn't get enough of.

    "Don't worry about it." He waved it off. With one last look, Y/N flipped back around, but this time, snuggled her back to Dylan. His eyes widened for a moment, before he eased up and placed his arm over her hip.

   Then they both fell asleep, holding each other.

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   The sun woke Dylan up, burning his eyelids before he finally opened his eyes fully.

    This wasn't his room.

  He felt a body move under his arm and looked, seeing Y/N. He relaxed, remembering last night.

   Then he froze, remembering last night.

   They kissed. They actually kissed. Friends don't do that. Well, they don't do that at least. Would she remember? If he reminded her, would she be okay with it?

  
   "Dylan. . .?" Her morning voice whispered, looking to him confused. "What are you doing in here?"

   She yawned and Dylan awkwardly sat up.

  "I- uh, you were drunk and asked me to stay."

  "Oh." Y/N nodded sleepily, before groaning loudly. "Jesus Christ, how much did I drink?!"

  "A lot." Dylan laughed, before Y/N slapped his arm for laughing.

   "Sorry, sorry." He surrendered. "I'll get you something."

He left the room and Y/N sighed, still holding her head, as if that would help. What even happened last night? She'd ask Dylan when he got back.

   She heard him go up the stairs, before he reappeared with a glass of water and some pills.

"Thank you." She smiled gratefully.

Dylan nodded and handed the water and medicine, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

   Y/N gulped down the pills and set the water down by her bed, turning to Dylan.

   "So, what did drunk me do?" She laughed.

   But Dylan didn't laugh.

"Well, when I tried to drive you home from the bar, you called me hot, strong, and followed through with trying to grab my-"

    "Oh my god." Y/N huffed, covering her eyes.

  "And then I carried you inside when you got here, put you in bed, and then you made me undress you- into you, ah, pajamas."

   "Great." Y/N scoffed. "Anything else?"

   "Well, we- uh. . . we kissed." Dylan spat out, baring for the worst.

  Y/N had to let it in that they kissed. She kissed him? Or he kissed her? Did they really? She should be freaking out, but her feelings for Dylan were the reason she was drinking like that in the first place. He didn't like her back and she got stressed.

  "Oh." She sighed.

"Do- do you remember?" Dylan asked hopefully. Y/N shook her head and his shoulders slumped.

 
   "Who- who initiated it?" She nervously asked. If it was her, she was ruined.

   Dylan's eyes went wide. But he couldn't lie. That would be low. He had to suck it up and tell her.

  "Uh- me." He nodded.

"You? You- you kissed me?" Y/M was astounded.

   "Uh, yeah. I figured you wouldn't remember, so-"

   "Was it nice?" Y/N wondered, catching him off guard. He froze up again.

 
   "Y-yeah."

  A smile was placed on Y/N's face.

    "Do you like me?" She dared to ask. Dylan sighed. He was letting out all his secrets, wasn't he?

   "Yeah." He nodded.

  "Good." She smiled, scooting over to him. His eyebrows raised.

    "Wait, you-"

"Yes I like you, idiot. Now, show me what happened last night." Y/N laughed, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him forward. He fell on top of her and instantly, their lips fell together. Dylan placed his knees on either side of her so he wasn't crushing her as they kissed.

   Y/N's hands dwelled into his dreamy hair, tugging at it and running her fingers through it as they made out, his lips moving sensually against hers.

   Dylan couldn't be happier that Y/N got drunk.

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A/N:: i've never seen this pic of Dylan but it's magnificent. does things to me

   okay, hope you like this you guys!

   ily