Your friend grabs your wrist, tugging on you to walk faster. At first, you agreed to a sleepover at (Y/F/N)'s house, but she didn't tell you that you'd be spending most of the night at some party. 

Parties were defiantly not your thing... Lets just say you weren't the most social flower in the bunch. You stuck with your small group of friends, not bothering to reach out to other people and make new friends.

You did try to ask your friend who's party it was, for the hundredth time tonight, but she simply brushed away your question with another tug of your arm, indicating that she probably didn't know either. 

With a huff your friend tugs on your arm once more as the two of you make your way up the steps of the front porch of the house the party was held in. 
The front door was open, so your friend simply walked in, you following closely behind.

-

The music was deafening, the stench of alcohol filled your nose and lights were flashing in different directions. 

You followed your friend around for a while longer but something in another room caught your eye.
A boy. His black hair was spiked up in a slight quiff, he had piercing green eyes and had a very distinct jaw line that you instantly fell in love with. 

You turn to your friend to ask if she knew him, but she was gone. You hadn't realized until now that you had stopped to look at the boy. 

You spend a good half an hour searching the house for her, and with no luck you return to where you had first seen the boy, and you noticed he was sitting alone. With a sudden burst of confidence you make your way over to him. 

"Hi, uh, have you seen this girl?" You ask him, holding up your phone to show him your lock screen, which was a photo of the two of you, and point to your friend. 

"No, sorry. Did you need help finding her?" He offers. 

"If its not too much trouble..." 

"Nah, its fine. I was getting kind of bored sitting here anyway." he says, standing up. 

"Thanks." You smile. 

"Its Tamira, right?" The boy asks, looking down at you as the two of you walk around the house in search of your friend. 

"How did you know my name?" You question, your eyes growing wide. 

"I'm friends with your friend, she talks about you a lot." He says with a huff of laughter at your sudden wide eyed look.  "I'm Derek." 

-

After a while of searching, faintly you hear someone shouting your name. You turn around and see your friend walking towards you and Derek. 

"There you are!" Your friend shouts. "Oh, I see you met Derek." 

You glance up a Derek before directing your gaze back to your friend, "Yeah." You say with a smile.

"Anyway, this party's getting boring, do you want to go home?" 

You turn to say goodbye to Derek and he takes your hand in his. You feel a lump in your fingers as he pulls hand away and kisses your cheek, before he turns and walks out of sight. You look down at your hand and see a piece of paper. You open and see a number, along with Derek's name. 

Smiling brightly, you begin to follow your friend out of the house.

Parties were defiantly not your thing, but you were glad your friend dragged you along. 

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A/N: Thanks for requesting, hope you liked it! I really liked this one!

This will be the last personal imagine I'll be doing for a while, but I will still be posting my usual imagines every now and then x