Hii please could you do a part 2 to the intense fight preference it was soo good xx
Awww thank you for the love ^^. Hope this lived up to what you expected, anon! I know itās months late but better late than never :3
Chris: A knock at your door interrupted your thoughts. Your unconsciously rolled your eyes, already knowing who it was. You drove off in a flurry just a few hours before leaving your boyfriend alone in front of a club. You shuffled over to the door, preparing for the worst. Unlocking the door and opening it slowly, you laid your eyes upon Chris. He looked like heād been crying with his hair disheveled and eyes glossy.
āBebĆ© Iām so fucking sorry.ā
Your heart dropped at the sight of him in such a state. But you stayed silent, you were still hurting from his actions. You silently cracked the door open enough for him to come in, and gestured to him.
āY/N. Please say something.ā
āCome in.ā You whispered.
He took a few hesitant steps into the living room of your shared home. You quietly closed the door behind him and turned to face him. He stood still looking at your unreadable figure. He slowly and silently brought his arms around you and held you as tight as he could.
āI love you so much.ā He choked out. Looking up from his chest you were met with tears brimming in his eyes. The sight brought you so much pain. You uttered the words heād been wanting to hear all night.
āI love you too Christopher.ā
Richard: You sat on the edge of your bed fuming. Your cell phone was on āDo Not Disturbā and the windows to the hotel room were wide open. The fresh air calmed you down and gave you a little relief from your constant urge to scream out. You couldnāt believe him. He acted so insanely rude towards you. It was completely out of character for him.
A knock at your door interrupted your thoughts. It must be one of the boys, they would want to come to comfort you. You dragged your feet to pull the heavy door and were met with the person you least expected.
āBefore you close the door on me I wanna say Iām sorry. I overreacted. I had a shit day and I took it out on you for no reason. Iām so sorry baby.ā
He ruffled his hair a bit and grabbed his arm. He looked pathetic with his stature caving in on itself and his eyes widening in anticipation to your response. You couldnāt help but pity him. But what he did still wasnāt acceptable.
āListen Richard. What you did was really shitty, and Iām not sure I accept your apology right now. But I am thankful that you apologized nonetheless. For real, thank you.ā You smiled lightly to show that how you felt was genuine.
āYeah I get that. Iāll go back to Erickās room. Justā¦. Just call me if you need anything or if you want to talk more, alright? Promise me.ā He held out his pinky to you. You reached out your own to promise him.
āThis feels a little childish Richard, but yes I promise.ā You laughed slightly.
āThank you y/n. Iāll see you later.ā He turned on his heels to walk to the room neighboring yours and you let the door fall shut, feeling content with how you both handled it.
Joel: You dried the last of the dishes you had washed after Joel left the table. Your appetite had completely left you, so you began to wrap up the leftovers so you could eat them when you regain your hunger. Behind you you heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. You froze for a moment, but then went back to fixing the food.
āIām sorry.ā The two of you said in unison. You chuckled to yourself, it was like the two of you were in some type of scripted drama. You turned from your spot at the kitchen counter to face his form leaning onto the kitchen door frame.
āJoel. I am so sorry. I need to take you seriously and stop being so childish. I promise that Iāll be more aware.ā
āNo, y/n, Iām sorry that I yelled at you. It wasnāt a big deal until I let my emotions get the better of me.ā
āWell, itās kind of both our faults I guess.ā You took a step towards him and you were met with a step towards you in reciprocation. You laughed a little and took the remaining steps to meet him in the middle of the kitchen. You clasped his hands in yours and brought his knuckles to your lips, kissing them lightly.
āIām really thankful you apologized. I didnāt want this to turn in to more than it had to be.ā You mumbled in his fingers. He smiled lightly and used his hand to hold your head and bring his lips to yours.
āOf course, baby.ā He sighed out between your kisses.
Zabdiel: āFuck fuck fuck y/n you know I didnāt mean it.ā Your boyfriend pleaded. You shook your head in doubt of his words. You heard all you needed to hear.
āZabdiā¦ā You sighed out.
āNo. Please. Can we at leastā¦ talk.ā He backed away from your cowering form hoping to appear more like his usual gentle self rather than what he had just become. A silence overcame the two of you. There was no saying what your answer would be, and his heart hammered in his chest.
āI- okay.ā You crossed your arms and let your gaze fall to your feet.
āI really didnāt mean it. You know I get easily annoyed but thatās just me. That isnāt your fault. Youāre right, I need to talk to you more.ā He blurted out. A silence filled the room.
āThank you. But I just need a little more time Zab. I promise Iāll talk to you later but I need to leave right now.ā You whispered. Your heart still hurt from his verbal attack. You knew in time all would be fine, but your insecurities were getting the better of you. You walked past him towards the door of your shared bedroom, but not before squeezing his arm lightly to let him know that you meant it. Everything would be okay.
Erick: It was a lovely fall evening but you chose to stay inside for the time being. Because of your recent quarrel with your boyfriend you decided that you needed some time for yourself. Your phone vibrated in your palm as you were scrolling through Twitter.
You scrunched your brows in confusion and contempt. You were still angry with your boyfriend but reluctantly rose to look out your bedroom window. You scanned the outside to find a surprising sight. Erick was standing outside with a bouquet of flowers and a picnic basket. He waved the flowers at you with a meek grin and beckoned you to come outside. Sighing, you made the trek to your front door. You opened the door to see Erick now on your front porch.
āHere, I made these for you.ā He handed you the flowers. Made? What?
Upon further inspection you found that these flowers were made from $10 bills. He wanted to pay you back for everything. His DIY skills werenāt too impressive, some of the flowers being lopsided, but your heart warmed with the thought and effort he put into it.
āI also made us lunch, so we wouldnāt even have to worry about who pays.ā He laughed lightly and looked into your eyes. You could see how apologetic he felt, but he wanted to say it with his actions rather than his words. You pulled him into your home and embraced him tightly, a smile tugging at your lips.
