IMAGINE: Lestat confessing his love to you

   You walk into the living room where Lestat, your best friend, is playing the piano. You're silent as you move near him. He's playing a beautiful classical song. His eyes are closed and he's swaying with the music. You smile and he smiles back. "Hello, Y/N." "Hello, Lestat." You reply, resting against the piano. He opens his eyes as he finishes the piano piece. "Lovely. As usual." You say, nodding to the piano. "Don't you lie to me, Y/N." He grins. You laugh. "Not like I could. You read minds, Lestat. You could tell if I was telling the truth or not." "True, true." He murmurs. You smile and tap the piano. "Play another one please. I love it when you play." Lestat starts playing again while he stares at you. "What if every night was like this?" "Like what?" "Us together. You telling me what piano pieces to play and me playing them." "You'd probably get sick of me telling you what to songs to play." You chuckle. He shakes his head, smiling. "No, no, never." He murmurs happily. "I could listen to you telling me what to do every second of the day." He admits. You playfully hit his shoulder. "I'm not that bossy." You grin. "Eh..." He trails off, giving you a wink. You glare at him and scoff. "Shh, you're going to break my concentration. I'm going to mess up on the song." Lestat whispers. You cross your arms. "You could play through a thunderstorm, Lestat." He shrugs, smiling. "True." He responds. You remain silent and watch Lestat. You sigh happily. You're in love with him —you have been for a while. He's so endearing. Your heart starts to pound fast. "What are you thinking about, Y/N?" Lestat asks, smiling at you. Your eyes widen and you look down, wanting to hide the blush creeping into your face. You hate it how he can read your mind. "Uh, nothing." You stammer. Lestat has a knowing look in his eyes as he continues to play piano. "No, no, come on, what were you thinking about?" "Nothing, Lestat, forget about it." You mumble. "Y/N, tell me." He begs. You look up at him sharply. "Why do you want to know so much?!" You ask irritably. "Because I need to hear you say it!" "Say what?!" He jumps to his feet, ceasing to play. "That you're in love with me too." You freeze and stare at Lestat. "What." You whisper. He steps towards you and reaches for your hand. "I need to hear you say that you're in love with me as much as I'm in love with you." He says softly. "Oh, Lestat." You sigh, before you throw your arms around him. He pulls you tightly against him and sighs into your hair. "I love you." You whisper. He strokes your hair. "I love you too, Y/N." He whispers back. You pull your head back to stare up at him. He caresses your cheek with the back of his knuckle, smiling down at you. You smile up at him. He lowers his mouth to yours and kisses you passionately. [THE END] I hope you liked it!