Crushing On You - D.d.

crushing on you - d.d.

plot: you have been crushing on david for a month and finally tell natalie how you feel about it after she finds out that you are upset over a bit david did. she tells david how you feel and you find out that he feels the same about you

requested: yes, by anon! HELLO I HAVE A REQUEST PLS ILY: so like when Cindy admits to having a crush on David the reader is in the back seat behind her and she has a crush on David too but she thinks she can’t compete but David rejects Cindy Bc he has a crush on reader. But instead the reader (who isn’t like a crazy model/ influencer) thinks she has even less of a chance Bc she doesn’t find herself anywhere as pretty as Cindy and he rejected HER. But like Natalie forces him to tell her or he confesses or something Idk

author’s note: hi! this was requested anonymously. hopefully it was similar to what you had in mind. if you want to send in a request for an imagine, send me a message!!

word count: 1806

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“I posted my vlog. Can everyone watch it and tell me what you think?” David yelled, his voice echoing throughout the house. You sighed as you opened your laptop and went to David’s channel, knowing exactly what bit had used, the title of the vlog only emphasizing it.

Your heart sank when the vlog go to the clip of David rejecting Cindy, thankful that the camera hadn’t caught your reaction. You had been wearing sunglasses and sitting in the backseat of the car when the conversation had first taken place, but watching it over didn’t make it hurt any less. For about a month you had kept your crush on David hidden from the friend group, only letting it accidentally slip out once one night when you and Corinna were having a girls night and you were tipsy off of a few glasses of red wine. She tried to convince you to talk to David about how you felt and that the worst he could do was no, but you didn’t want to be just another joke for his vlog. There was no way for you to compete with all of the Instagram models and influencers who threw themselves at David and still got rejected. There was no way that David would have any interest in you when everyone who admitted to liking him were so much more attractive.

You didn’t notice Natalie standing in the doorway to the guest bedroom you were staying in while your apartment got repainted. She watched as you replayed the clip over and over and she noticed you trying to keep yourself from crying.  

“Hey, are you okay?” she finally broke her silence, walking into the room, closing the door behind her. She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyebrows furrowed, like she was trying to put the pieces together herself but couldn’t quite figure it out. You took a deep breath and pushed your laptop to the side, forcing a smile.

“Of course,” you lied. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, you watched the same bit from David’s latest vlog about five times since I was standing outside the room and you look like you’re trying not to cry. So, what’s going on?” she asked, giving you a look that meant she would see right through any bullshit answer you gave her.

“I think I like David,” you admitted, letting out a sigh. It was like a weight was lifted off your shoulder and you felt relieved to share this with something.

“Seriously?” Natalie asked, quickly checking to make sure the door was shut before scooting closer to you. “Spill.”

You rolled your eyes, of course she wanted the details. “There’s not much to tell. He was driving me home one night after a party at Heath’s and it was just the two of us in the car and I looked over him for a moment and all I wanted to do was kiss him,” you rambled, telling her how every time he looks at you, you get butterflies and how you always want to spend time with him.

“Are you going to tell him?” she questioned, but before you answered, there was a knock on the door.

It swung open a moment later, before either of you responded. “Hey, what did you guys think of the vlog?” David asked.

“It was great, as they all are,” Natalie replied, giving David a glare in an attempt to get him to leave.

“Yeah, it was great,” you chimed in, hoping he got Natalie’s hint and would leave you two alone.

“You don’t think it was too boring? I feel like it wasn’t the best.”

“David, your vlogs aren’t ever boring,” you reassured him, Natalie nodding in agreement. David thanked you both for your input, flashing you a grin, before walking away and shutting the door behind him.

“So, as I was saying, are you going to tell David?” Natalie asked again, and you shook your head.

“God, no. I can’t.”

“What! Why?”

“There’s no way David would ever like me back. He has girls that look like Cindy crushing on him. Why on earth would he be crushing on me?”

“Why wouldn’t he be crushing on you? You’re gorgeous!” Natalie protested.

“I’m nowhere near as pretty as the Instagram models that throw themselves at him,” you pouted, knowing there was no way David would date you when people so much prettier were into him too.

“First of all, don’t put yourself down, you’re hot. Second of all, you’re funny. You know that David likes girls with a sense of humor and that looks aren’t everything to him,” Natalie argued.

“I don’t want him to record it and put it in the vlog and have people make fun of me and think I’m desperate,” you groaned.

“He wouldn’t do that,” Natalie said, shaking her head. “You should talk to him, seriously,” she said, before getting up and leaving you alone with your thoughts again.

Later that night, you heard David and Natalie talking in the Natalie’s room while you were trying to sleep. You only heard pieces of the conversation, and definitely not enough to figure out who or what they were talking about, until you heard David say your name. Your ears perked up at that, desperately trying to hear what they were saying. You had no luck, and your brain ran through every possible conversation they could be having while you forced yourself to fall asleep.

The following morning you woke up to go for an early morning run and were startled to find David on the couch when you got back, awake and on his computer.

“Why are you up?” you asked, kicking your sneakers off by the front door and walking into the kitchen to grab a water bottle out of the fridge. You checked the clock above the oven: 8:42am.

“Couldn’t sleep,” David muttered, and you raised an eyebrow at him. You had known David for almost a year and he had the ability to fall asleep literally anywhere without any problem. There was no way that was the whole truth.

“What are you working on?” You crossed the room, standing behind the couch and propping your elbows on the top of it.  

“Going through old footage. Trying to decide what to keep for future blooper videos and what to delete.”

“Gotcha, well I’m going to shower. Thanks for letting me stay here, by the way.”

“Anytime. Oh, actually, can I talk to you for a quick sec?” he asked, a hint of seriousness in his voice. You nodded, swinging your legs over the couch and collapsing into the soft fabric next to him.

“What’s up?” you asked, trying to be casual even though you were internally freaking out about what he wanted to talk about.

“What did you really think about the vlog?”

“I already told you,” you giggled nervously. “I think it was great, as they always are.”

“Okay, let me be more specific. What did you think about the bit I did with Cindy?” he interrogated, staring at you, and you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

“It was a good bit,” you paused, as David pulled up a clip on his laptop. You lost your train of thought when David hit play. It was the bit with Cindy again, but this time it was unedited. You noticed that David shifted nervously when he started the clip by saying Cindy had something to say to him and you noticed him glancing above the camera, into what you assumed was the rearview mirror, and how his eyes looked sadder after he did so. You noticed that David cut out the part right after she asked if he thought she was beautiful and he said she was. In the background you could see yourself, pouting and clearly upset about the situation. You were thankful that the sunglasses you were wearing had hidden your eye roll.

“David,” you sighed, “What do you want me to say?”

“Natalie told me,” he said quietly, and your eyes widen.

“Told you what exactly?” you asked, even though you knew exactly what Natalie told him.

“Please don’t be mad at her,” David begged. “I was talking to her last night because I was watching the clip again and I couldn’t stop thinking about your reaction when I said I thought Cindy was pretty,” he hesitated, but you tilted your head, waiting for him to continue. “When she was saying that she liked me, I kept looking in the rearview mirror at you. As soon as she said she had a crush on me and I said I didn’t like her, I looked backwards, trying to make eye contact with you,” David replayed the clip, pausing to where he briefly looked backwards, only for you to have ducked behind the seat, trying to avoid getting your reaction on camera. “I was trying to silently tell you that I was rejecting her because I like you,” David sighed and you froze.

“You what?” you whispered.

“I like you,” he repeated, and your heart skipped a beat. “And I didn’t know how to say it before. But Natalie told me that you had a crush on me and you weren’t going to say anything because you didn’t want to get rejected or be embarrassed.”

“God, I’m going to kill Natalie for telling you,” you muttered, even though you couldn’t be happier that she did.  

You and David spent the morning talking, David admitting that Natalie had been the one to give him the confidence to say something to you since he also had a fear of being rejected.

“Can I tell you something?” you asked, turning to David, who nodded. “Natalie wasn’t wrong about me not wanting to say something because I was afraid of being embarrassed and rejected but it was more than that. I thought there was no way in hell you would like me when you reject girls like Cindy and Kelsey.”

“What do you mean?” he questioned, confusion splashed across his face.

“David, they’re Instagram models. Their job is to be pretty. Why would someone have a crush on me when they have Instagram models practically throwing themselves at them?”

“I would think that after I rejected a few of them, you’d get the hint that they aren’t really my type,” David chuckled.

“Well, I know that now. That counts for something, right?” You looked up at him. David nodded, placing one hand on your jaw and tilting your head up. He took a slow breath, staring into your eyes for second, before bringing his lips to yours for a brief moment. Your face flushed red and a smile naturally formed. You scooted closed to David and your lips met again. You wanted to keep kissing him forever.