Okay. This is a spinoff of the last Wyatt olefin imagine, it's going to be a bit short so I'm sorry in advance.

Soon after you're done crying, you fall asleep from exhaustion. Wyatt smiles down at you as your head's in his lap.

For a few minutes he just stares lovingly at you. Your freckles dotting your palish nose and your (h/c) hair a bit knotted from you running your hand through it.

Wyatt smooths down your hair, causing you to wake up, but you don't move just yet as he begins to speak.

"Gosh, y/n. It hurts me to see you hurting like this. That guy didn't deserve you. No one does. I don't even deserve you. Your laugh makes my day, especially when your nose crinkles. Your smile brightens the room and your sarcastic comments can always put a smile on my face. The way you walk. The way you talk. Everything about you is so perfect to me," Wyatt whispers to you, thinking you can't hear, "I love you y/n. I've looked you for years now but I never had the nerve to confess. Well, I'm not really confessing since your sleeping. But it's a step closer. I love you so much y/n l/n."

Of course you heard all of that and you grab his shirt and pull him down so your lips meet his.

The action brings both of you shocked but your bodies work without your brains functioning. Wyatt's hand sneaks under your head to support you and your hand cupped on the back of his neck.

You think you're moving in to quickly at first, but you just didn't realize that you've always liked Wyatt. It was always him.

I'm exhausted. I'm scared. And this is crappy. Bye