Itâs My Party and Iâll Cry If I Want To
Modern Daeron Targaryen x shy reader
summary: your friends throw a party for your birthday. you have an awful time until you meet a drunk blonde boy
It was your 21st birthday and your friends thought it would be a brilliant to throw a giant party for it in the house you share. It started with just a couple of your closet friends then it blew up. You recognized some of people of your classes at Kingâs Landing University but most were strangers. It didnât feel like a birthday party any more it felt like any other party. The music was deafening. Sweaty bodies danced. You were standing at the drink table awkwardly. You stare at your drink. It may have been your 21st birthday but you didnât feel like drinking. It tasted awful and burned but that didnât stop your friends from offering an endless amount of alcohol. Your friend, âcome on Y/n you only have one twenty-first birthday. Drink up!â You shift uncomfortably, âIâm good thanks.â You sneak away to your room where you see a couple going at it. You cover your eyes and sigh, âreally! On my bed are you serious! You better be the ones that clean it up!â You rush out of the room. None of your friends notice they are too busy having fun.
You rush to the bathroom. You are surprised to find it empty. You sit on the edge of the bathtub. You feel tears run down your cheeks. You are crying when you hear the door open and a boy rushes to the toilet. He has beautfiul blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. He throws up. It doesnât even seem to notice you are there âum are you okay? How can i help?â The boy wipes his mouth and looks at you. He is kind surprised by your presence. The boy laughs and smiles at you. It is the type of smiling that you canât help but return. His eyes meet yours. He asks, âhave you been crying?â You try to wipe off your mascara stains. You look away embarrassed as you feel him stare. He sits up with a groan. You help him. He cups your cheeks drunkenly and says, âa pretty girl like you shouldnât cry.â You blush and avoid eye contact. âItâs nothing,â you say weakly. âPretty girls donât cry over nothing.â That made your heart skip a beat. You sigh and explain, âit is my birthday and my friends hosted this party. I donât really like parties or alcohol for that much. Iâm not good with a lot of people and sounds. It is stupid I know.â He nods like he breathing in every word that leaves your mouth. He says, âitâs not stupid. I mean alcohol is amazing but that is besides the point. You didnât want a party you donât have to one. My cousin Valarr is like that too.â He rambles on in a way that is almost not understandable. You smile at his words. You realize he is Daeron Targaryen. The son of the co-dean of KLU. He was known for his partying and lack of care. You pick up one of the empty solo cups that linger the bathroom floor. You fill it with water and you had it to him. He groans and says, âI will drink it but only for you because you are the birthday girl.â You giggle softly. You introduce yourself and he smiles. âY/n that is a pretty name. Better than mine.â You shake your head and argue playfully, âI would say Daeron is a nice one.â He rolls his eyes and scoffs, âyou are way too nice.â You smiles. You never would have expected to be crying in your bathroom while Daeron Targaryen keeps you company. He thinks you are nice.
He slowly drinks the water and sobers up as you two talk. It is the most comfortable you have been with someone in a long time. You donât even notice that an hour has passed. You hear the music of the party soften. Suddenly the door opens, your friends are standing there. Their faces worried until they saw you. One of them sighs and says, âthank the seven you are safe. But your choice of company is a bit strange.â You blush and look down at your hand when you feel Daeronâs arm around. He smiles calmly at your friends. He lazily says, âsup Iâm Daeron. Your girl here, Nicole is pretty cool.â You smile at his words. They greet him hesitantly they return to the house to clean up the trash. You help Daeron up and walk him to the front door. You are smiling softly. Daeron is about to walk out when you call out, âDaeron wait!â You rush to him and hand him your phone. âCan I have your number? I mean you know where I live now but still I would like to stay in touch if you donât mind,â you rambled with flushed cheeks. He grins and punches in his number. He titles himself, âDaeron(bathroom boy)â You smile in return and label yourself as âY/n(shy girl)â He grabs his phone and shoves into his jean pocket and walks out. He makes it to the curb then you rush out and grab his arm. He looks at you confused. You smile and say, âyou forgot something!â You kiss him. His lips taste of slight alcohol but you donât mind it. He kisses back. Your friends are watching with wide eyes. How did you land a Targaryen??
And that is how you started dating Daeron the Drunken.
- I love him so much
- if you have any requests for anything donât be afraid to ask (no smut)
















