The President's Daughter (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

20 Fighting

The following day after the huge party (Y/n) refused to give Daveed anything more than the cold shoulder. She even locked him out of the bedroom for the night because of what he had done.

"Come on, it was one party-"

"no, it was not just one party Daveed! It's been like this for the past two months, we've been living together for four months and you sprung all these parties. I get some were important like that Grammy party, but these other parties aren't...I miss our date-nights" (Y/n) admits as she scrubs at the dishes with a huff.

"No, this is not, it's not been like that-" Daveed tries to backtrack which makes (Y/n) stop and set the dish down before turning around to face him with a glare.

"It is, it's been week after week since we've had plans and you cancel them to have us go to a party." (Y/n) says. "And most of the time I can't have fun because I don't drink. You always forget I'm not twenty-one yet."

"And you've always said age is just a number," Daveed retorts.

"It is just a number! I don't care about our age gap. That's not what this even is about, I just want to be able to have a romantic dinner with my boyfriend is that too hard to ask?"

"Obviously it is because this is my life (Y/n), it required parties and talking with producers and all that,"

"But not when we are supposed to be spending time together. It's tearing us apart Daveed," (Y/n) says frustratedly. "I can't-this isn't working if this is how it's going to be."

"(Y/n)-" Daveed says a bit of panic in his voice.

"No, don't you dare start, you always tell me we'll have a date later, well later never comes, then when we go to these parties, you end up drinking and although I like being with you. You being drunk isn't fun, not to me," she whispers her eyes filling with tears.

Daveed moves to cup her cheek only for (Y/n) to flinch away and push his hand. "(Y/n)-I'm sorry I just...I didn't realize-"

"No, you didn't, and don't say the late-night dinners after a show count as dates. They're not, they're just you being a decent guy and spending time with me after work, just like I do spend time with you after I finish my course work," she says tried to hold back a small cry.

"(Y/n) I didn't even realize any of this-" Daveed starts again.

"No, you didn't that's the problem! I...I can't do this if you're going to be like this, Daveed, I thought this was stable enough to move in with each other, but I guess I was wrong-you're not ready for this kind of thing and clearly, I'm not either," she says drying her hands off and moving past him.

"(Y/n)! Wait! What are you doing?" Daveed asked his voice cracking and he looked to almost be in tears as well.

(Y/n) shuffled around with her duffle bag grabbing clothes and her books, "I'm...I'm going to go stay in DC for a few weeks...if you figure out what's more important just...you know where to find me," she says softly, refusing to look at him.

Daveed made a move to try and hug her but (Y/n) shook him off grabbing her back and slipping under his arm, "No, don't do that, you can't just hold me and tell me everything will work out, you keep doing that and I can't do that anymore!" she says with a bit of anger laced in her voice.

Daveed gave her a small look his eyes filled with hurt, but he too saw the hurt flashing in her eyes and sighed dropping his arms to his side. (Y/n) took that as her cue to leave and headed out the door, shutting the door not so nicely as she did.