Pete Davidson Imagines

i hate you.

warnings: arguing, drug use, mentions of overdose

         you and pete decided to go to a house party that wasn't too far from the apartment you two shared. you and pete did this pretty often, you both enjoyed parties quite a bit. but tonight it seemed like pete drank way too much and took way too many drugs.
           you're dancing with a couple of random girls, laughing and having a great time. you have your drink in one hand, occasionally taking small sips. you glance over and see pete sitting at a table with 4 other guys, cocaine and molly sitting on the table, all of them taking turns to get a couple hits. pete has a blunt hanging off his lips and you give him a smile and he smiles back.
                one of the girls asks you to walk with her to the restroom which you gladly agree and she grabs your hand, leading you up the stairs. the line was extremely long, but the people that were waiting were super nice, there was a blunt going around and you took a few hits.
                  after the girl comes back out of the restroom you both walk back downstairs. "want to get some more drinks?" she asks and you nod. "of course." you say with a smile. but when you start walking to the kitchen you see pete laying on the floor, people were just walking over him.
                   you run over to him, pushing people out of the way. you knew he was going crazy tonight, not really giving a fuck and just letting loose. you should've kept a closer eye on him. "pete!" you scream and you fall to your knees by his head. it takes you all your strength but you finally get him on his side. you didn't want to lay him on his back just in case he threw up. "baby, can you hear me?" you ask and he opens his eyes but they roll to the back of his head. "pete!" you cry and put his head in your lap, shaking him slightly. "someone call an ambulance!" you yell and look around but no one says anything or moves a muscle. just then pete's eyes go back to normal and he blinks. "that's some good shit." he laughs and everyone else laughs and cheers. when he stands back up everyone starts patting him on his back, cheering him on.
                  you stay sitting on the floor, and you sigh. he scared the fuck out of you and now he's just acting like nothing happened. after a few minutes you stand up and walk over to him. "i think it's time to get the uber, pete." you say and he looks down at you. "what? why?" you furrow your eyebrows and chuckle slightly. "seriously? you literally could have died back there. i want to go home. where i know both of us will be safe." the guys around him laugh at you and suddenly you feel small around them, powerless. "if that's what you-" pete starts to talk but another guy who's only a couple inches shorter than pete with tattoos covering pretty much his entire body puts his hand on pete's shoulders. "you're seriously aren't going to let her ruin your night are you? you're having a great time. don't listen to her." he says and pete nods. "you're right." he whispers. "i'm going to stay here."
"you can't be serious." you say. "i'm pretty serious y/n." he says sternly. "you're going to listen to a guy that you've only known for a couple hours instead of your girlfriend. okay, i get it. whatever. you can sleep at your moms tonight." you say and walk away, calling an uber.
when you get home you're too tired to get in the shower so you just wipe your makeup off and get into a t shirt and a pair of underwear and crawl into bed, hoping that pete's safe.
it's around 4 in the morning and you hear pete stumbling into the apartment. you inhale sharply and sigh. you honestly just wanted to get some sleep. he opens the door with force, obviously not on purpose. he's just really, really drunk. "hey, baby." he slurs. "i told you to go to your moms house." you say as you start to sit up. "you were being serious?" he slurs once again and you roll your eyes. "i'm tired of putting up with this." you say and he falls to the ground and you get up and pick him back up. you take his pants and shirt off, just leaving him in his boxers and you lay him on the bed. "just go to bed. we'll talk about this tomorrow." you say and pull the covers over him. you were honestly tired of taking care of pete when he got too messed up. you went downstairs and grabbed a blanket out of the closet and slept on the couch.
               the next morning you wake up to the sounds of pete groaning and his heavy footsteps down the stairs. "good morning." he says lightly, obviously in pain. you decide to stay quiet and just walk upstairs to get ready for the day. when you come back downstairs pete gives you a look. "what's wrong?"
                 "i'm not in the mood." you mumble and pete looks at you confused. "what are you talking about? i just said good morning." he says. "i don't feel like talking to you." you say and he chuckles slightly. "okay, then. is it about last night or something?" you're both standing in the kitchen, he's leaning back on a counter and you're standing by the fridge. "i'm just tired of being your caretaker when you get too fucked up and can't take care of yourself. you scared the shit out of me last night and made me go home by myself because some random guy at the party told you to stay. i'm pissed at you, pete." you snap.
                   he sighs sharply and shakes his head. "obviously i was intoxicated. i don't understand why you're trying to make me seem like a bad guy, obviously i wouldn't have done that if i was sober."
                   "you also wouldn't have almost overdosed last night either if you were sober." you walk out of the kitchen and grab your bag. "y/n that was-"
                "fucking terrifying." you finish his sentence for him. "like i said, i'm not your babysitter. i'm your girlfriend. you need serious help, pete. this is getting too out of hand. i think you need rehab." you say and he looks at you with shock. "who are you to tell me what i need to do!" he yells and shakes his head. "argue with me all you want, i'm not putting up with this. i'm leaving. i'll be back later tonight to grab my stuff." he laughs and throws his arms in the air. "you think i give a fuck?" he yells again and you just put your shoes on. "not really." you say softly, you were hurt but you didn't really want to make it too obvious. "good. because i can't keep doing this either. you're so mentally draining. you're the reason why i'm like this." you finally look up at him. "if that's how you feel then you should have left a long fucking time ago." you spat. "like i said. i'm leaving. i'll be back to get the rest of my stuff."  
                "i'll have everything packed for you and on the doorstep." he says in a hateful tone. you grab your keys and head out the door. before leaving you hear pete whisper 'i hate you' and that's when the tears start coming and don't stop.