—hits different
pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader
summary: isaac and you both like each other, it just takes some time for you to realize that the other does as well..
warnings: underage drinking
notes: this should've been posted yesterday.. i'm so sorry
"have any of you seen y/n?" isaacs voice beamed off the walls of the large room and both derek and scott turned their heads so sudden, he wondered if he had just interrupted something.
"y/n?" scott wondered "haven't seen her since school"
"well, obviously she's not here" derek exclaimed with a roll of his eyes and isaac sighed.
"i know" he stretched "i just wondered if any of you knew where exactly she is" he widened his eyes to make a point, which was answered with another eye roll from derek and a shrug from scott. "well, thank you for all the help. i'll go find her myself then"
"she might be hanging out with stiles" scott said as isaac was already walking out of the door.
despite scott being not sure, isaac decided that it did not hurt to drive to stiles' house and have a look for himself. he often found you in the company of the boy, which sometimes made him wonder if there was going more than friendship between the both of you.
he stopped the car before stiles house and got out, walking up the front porch and knocking on the door.
"hey" stiles exclaimed when he swung open the door.
"hey" isaac greeted "i'm looking for y/n" he explained, before he tried to take a look inside "is she here?"
stile shook his head "no, she mentioned something about a club, and some other friend that was going with her"
"huh" isaac nodded, with a tight-lipped smile. "thats kind of weird of her, isn't it?"
stiles just shrugged his shoulders and isaac nodded finally.
"okay, ehm, thanks man"
"sure" stiles nodded with a tightlipped smile, at the lack of movement from isaac, he raised his brows "is there still something i can help you with?"
"uh, yeah" isaac smiled uncomfortably "what's the name of the club?"
"the sinema, i guess" stiles replied shrugging "it's the only club around here"
"yeah, right" isaac raised his arm, lazily waving goodbye, before he walked back to his car.
"is there one story that does not involve isaac lahey?" your friend, amy, loudly asked your, trying to be heard over the music.
"sorry" you replied "we're just very close"
"yeah, yeah" amy nodded her head, having heard enough of the boy in the last hour "that's exactly why you're gonna get drunk out of your mind and forget all about him"
"i'm not sure that's how it works" you noted.
"well it does in my books" amy furrowed her brows, holding the tequila shot in your direction.
you took the glass, admitting that you couldn't think of a better solution yourself, so it couldn't hurt to try hers. anything to get your mind of the blonde boy was greatly appreciated.
the night passed by quickly, you were a drunken mess, slurring about everything and anything.
"you know what i find weird?" you asked amy, both of you laying in the sitting booth of the club.
"no, what?" amy replied, a giggle breaking out between her lips. you joined into her laughter, unable to contain yourself, before you quickly shook your head, focusing back on the matter you were trying to discuss.
"well, scott said that isaac doesn't fancy kylie" you began, rolling your eyes at the name of the girl. at the same time you felt kind of bad, she hadn't done anything to you and yet here you were, saying her name like she had ran over your dog. "but if that's true, why is he always sending her these fuck me eyes?"
"fuck me eyes?" amy repeated, giggling once again "i'm not sure that's a thing, honey"
"i'm sure it is, i've seen it first-hand from stiles to lydia"
amy laughed even louder amidst the fact that you had spied on other people to prove your point.
"i think that's just stiles personally" she shrugged.
the thing about being drunk was that there was no way to direct any feelings, when you were drunk, your mood shifted like you were sitting on a roller coaster.
"can you please take this seriously?" you asked, your tone etched in annoyance and frustration.
"but you're being ridiculous" amy shook her head and you sat up, crossing your arms.
"i'm not trying to be" you muttered, the first tears escaping your eyes.
"y/n, sweetheart" amy cooed, sitting up as well and dropping an arm around your shoulder. "don't cry about him again please" you felt bad that it was your fault that the mood had shifted so drastically. both of you had so much fun all night and now you had gone and spoiled the mood.
"sorry" you cried. "i just miss isaac so much and i wish that he would miss me too whenever we're not together"
unbeknownst to you, isaac did miss you just as much as you were missing him.
"excuse me?" the bouncer turned around, raising his brows at the boy that was absolutely not dressed like he was going clubbing.
"what?" the man asked, watching the blonde boy expectingly.
"i was searching for my friend" isaac explained "she's about this tall" he held a hand up, before he continued to describe the color and length of your hair, what you were probably wearing and how your voice sounded "she's really pretty, really nice, most of the time at least" he ended his description.
the bouncer, who was ready to turn the boy away with an annoyed 'do you think i know everyone inside?', paused, when he noticed two girls stumbling out of the entrance. "that her?" he asked, pointing a finger in their direction.
"wow" isaac muttered impressed, before he nodded "yeah, thanks man" he patted the bouncer's shoulder, before he walked up to amy and you.
"isaac" you slurred as you recognized the boy behind amy.
"yeah, yeah" amy nodded "we already discussed him, honey"
"no" you shook your head, pointing again "isaac!"
amy almost sighed in relief when she noticed the boy approaching. even though she had the same amount of tequila shots as you, she had calmed down a bit and was way less drunk than you. she could handle alcohol much better than you anyway.
"hey" isaac smiled with a lopsided grin.
"isaac!" you slurred once again and the blonde boy laughed at your excitement.
"do you think you could take her home?" amy asked "my boyfriend just came and we want to stay a bit longer. i'd invite the both of you along, but i think y/n's had enough"
"of course" isaac nodded "no problem"
"thank you" amy smiled gratefully, before she hugged you goodbye and pointed her boyfriend out to isaac, so he was sure she was not alone waiting for him.
"bye!" you slurred in her direction as she took off.
isaac watched you in silent amusement. "let's go home, yeah?" he smiled and you nodded, your eyes already halfway closed.
he helped you to the car, all while you put on a tremendous rendition of taylor swifts 'love story'. you missed half the lyrics and weren't singing the right notes, but isaac didn't mind.
"pretty good" he complimented laughing once your singing had been finished.
"thank you, isaac" you smiled at him, dragging out his name. "your name is so beautiful" you smiled before you repeated pronouncing it slower every time.
the sunlight streamed through the window, hitting your face and waking you up with an unpleasant grogginess. your head throbbed, and your mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. slowly, you opened your eyes and glanced around, realizing you were in your own bed. relief washed over you briefly before flashes of the previous night trickled back.
you remembered the club, the tequila shots, and then… isaac. you groaned, hiding your face in the pillow, trying to bury the embarrassing memories. what had you said to him? something about his name being beautiful. you cringed inwardly. you could not remember his answer, nor anything that happened after.
a sudden noise from the front door made you sit up abruptly, the room spinning a little from the movement. you steadied yourself, listening. someone was trying to come into the house. your heart raced as you quickly oustretched your hand, reaching for your phone on the bedside table.
"amy?" you whispered as soon as you friend had picked up.
"y/n?" amy wondered. you could tell that she had just woken up herself, her voice almost breaking. "who's that?" another voice asked and you could imagine henry, amy's boyfriend, laying next to her, confusion evident on his face.
"it's y/n" amy whispered harshly, before her mouth was closer to the phone again. "what is it, honey? it's the middle of the night"
"it's past eleven" you whispered harshly "and someones trying to break into the house"
"what?" you couldn't see what she was doing, but imagined she was sitting up in bed, due to all the noise she was making.
"someone's breaking in" you repeated.
"shit" amy said worriedly "okay, it's alright, henry can come and—“
before she could finish, the front door flew open. you quickly slipped onto the ground so you could hide behind the bed. "too late" your voice was a pitch higher as you basically screamed in a whisper "they're inside"
"shit, shit, shit" you could hear rushed movements on the other side of the phone "get up, idiot" amy screamed at henry (you assumed) "our friend is getting murdered"
"amy" even after all the years at the side of scott and stiles and every bad situation they had gotten themselves in, you had never been so scared before.
"it's alright, babe" amy tried to sound calming, but failed miserably "we're coming to help you"
"y/n?" a voice called and steps neared your bedroom. you couldn't help the sigh of relief escaping your lips.
"are you dead?" amy screamed and you held the phone away, your ears ringing from the loudness of her voice. "did they find you?"
"well if they didn't before, they would have now" you muttered "i'm alright, it's just isaac"
isaac opened the door, just as you had finished speaking. you raised your hand, waving at him and he walked around the bed, eyebrows furrowed.
"i'll call you back later" you said into the phone, ending the call before amy was able to say anything else.
"so, what are you doing, exactly?" isaac asked, amusement sounding through his voice.
"i thought someone was trying to break in" you shrugged, you saw no sense in lying.
"oh sorry" isaac scratched the back of his neck "i didn't mean to scare you, you asked me to stay yesterday, so i slept on the couch and went to grab some breakfast for us"
"oh god" you held your hand in your hands, not being able to look at him "i can't even remember half the car ride yesterday, let alone anything that followed after" you looked down and only noticed now that you were wearing a pyjama.
"you changed yourself" isaac quickly said as he noticed the worry on your face "you asked me to give you a pyjama and changed while i waited in the hallway"
"sorry" you shook your head "i shouldn't have assumed—“
"no, no" isaac quickly interrupted "it's fine, please don't apologize"
you stood up and both of you were now standing in front of each other. "did i say something embarrassing yesterday?" you asked. you weren't sure if you wanted an answer to that, but you had to know.
isaac smiled. "well, you told me that my name was beautiful, which no one has done before, so it's greatly appreciated"
"that's it?" you wondered.
"eh, no" isaac looked a bit uncomfortable now and your smile died down.
"did i say something inappropriate?" your eyes widened "did i say something that made you uncomfortable?"
"no, but" isaac looked out of the window behind you, his cheeks reddening more and more "you said that you really really liked me"
your eyes widened even more and you looked down in embarrassment. "oh my god, i'm so—" you paused, remembering a very important detail from the night before "wait, why were you at the club yesterday?"
isaac laughed. "i was searching for you, actually" he admitted.
"oh really?" you smiled up at him.
"yeah" isaac shrugged "that's also why i stayed even though i live three minutes away, because i really really like you too"
a wave of relief and something warmer washed over you. isaac's words took a moment to sink in, and when they did, your heart fluttered.
"you... you like me?" you repeated, hardly believing what you were hearing.
isaac nodded, his cheeks still tinged with a light blush. "yeah, i do. i have for a while now, but i didn't know how to tell you. when stiles said you were at the club last night, i thought it was the perfect chance to see you."
you couldn't help but smile, the nervousness in your stomach slowly turning into excitement. "you asked stiles where i was?"
"yeah" isaac shrugged, laughing "i thought you were with him, because i always thought there was something going on between the two of you"
"oh, isaac" you shook your head "that couldn't be more wrong. as i said last night: i like you and only you. stiles is like a brother to me, i couldn't never even, no—ew"
isaac giggled, before he stepped closer, his expression softening. "i'm glad we finally got that out in the open."
you nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation building. "so, what now?"
isaac's lopsided grin returned. "how about we start with breakfast? i got your favorite from the bakery down the street."
your stomach growled at the mention of food, and you laughed. "that sounds perfect."
