Pete Davidson Imagines

i hate you (pt. 2)

             you were staying at your moms house after the argument, you didn't tell her much about what happened. just that you and pete weren't really talking right now. you hated staying here but you really didn't have an option. it's been about a week since the fight and incident.
              you were helping her clean up around the house while she was a work, it's the least you could for her since she's letting you stay here for free. you hear the doorbell ring and you dry your hands off and make your way to the door. "hey, baby." pete says and your facial expression drops. "what are you doing here?" pete sighs. "to apologize. and let you know that i love you very, very much and that i could never hate you. what i put you through that night was awful. and i'm so, so sorry." you start to shut the door but he stops it with his hand. "y/n, please." you shake your head. "if you didn't mean what you said then why would you even say it in the first place?" you ask. "i-i don't know." he stutters. "just please come home." you laugh and shake your head. "i'm not going anywhere until you get some help, pete."
               "i'm getting help! i've been attending AA meetings. i've been clean for a week so far. except for weed." he says and you nod slowly. "okay, fine. but if i find out you're lying to me this relationship is done. i mean it." you say and he nods. "i understand." he smiles wide and kisses you deeply. "god i've missed you. now go and get your things and come home with me."
   

            sorry that this was so short.