imagines (dua lipa)

16 (f)

your pov:

me and dua had been fighting all morning. it was about some stupid thing that was about when we were ready to get married and if we even wanted to. i don't even know how that turned into a fight. there was slamming doors and curse words, it was scarier than it sounds. i never see dua mad, rarely, like every 2 years. she's genuinely a nice person, that's why. it's kinda scary when she's mad because she's so tall and skinny. i also barely have ever heard her yell when she's mad.

"i'm leaving i don't wanna be a part of this anymore!" i yelled.
"leave y/n, leave! i don't give a fuck!" dua yelled.

i got into my car and drove away. i didn't know where i was going i just didn't wanna see dua. i just wanted to drive off a bridge and die. i felt tears streaming down my face. i got to a place where dua would never find me unless i went home myself. i was parked behind the studio, she knows i rarely go there without her so she probably would never look for me there. i was sitting in my car for over an hour until my phone started to ring.

"hello?" i said.

it was rina. some how she knew me and dua were fighting.

phone convo:
you: hello?
rina: hi y/n, i heard you and dua had a fight?
you: *sniffles* how do you know that?
rina: dua told me.
you: dua! she was being so mean.
rina: she told me that she felt like she was a little too aggressive and she wants to apologize.
you: umm...
rina: i know you might not wanna forgive her but think about all the things she has done for you.
you: well, why don't i talk to her on my own. i'll call her right now.
rina: okay that's better.
you: okay bye rina.
rina: bye.
*end of convo*

i felt so bad about this whole situation. maybe i was a little mean too. i did tell her to 'go fuck yourself' many times... i had to call dua and sort this out. i called her and she answered right away.

phone convo:
you: dua...
dua: y/n finally, i'm so sorry, i swear to god i didn't mean anything.
you: no i'm sorry, i was pretty mean too.
dua: i love you so much just please come home?
you: okay fine, i'll come home... ily too by the way.
dua: haha
you: it might take me like... 25 minutes? to get home.
dua: where the fuck are you?
you: at the studio, i didn't think you would find me there.
dua: great hiding spot y/n... it's not like i have work and have to go there in 2 hours.
you: i'm so stupid hahah.
dua: are you driving home?
you: yeah i'm on the way, i'll call you later.

i turned my car around and drove back home. i cried again, i don't know why, i just couldn't stop. i don't know if i was sad or i well felt bad or what, i just could not stop crying.

10 minutes later, i had no tears left to cry, they dried out and so decided to cheer myself up. i played music and sang to it too. starting to think about it, it was kind of sexy when dua got mad. still scary though.

i had finally arrived home. i unlocked the door and walked in.

"dua!?" i yelled.
"coming!!" dua yelled from upstairs.

i heard her footsteps from the top and the stairs lowly get to bottom.

"i'm sorry" is all dua said.
"i'm sorry too dua" is all i said.

we slowly got closer and closer to each other until our lips locked. we kissed for like 30 seconds, it was slow and, forgiving, i guess?

"why don't i miss work and... stay here with you?" dua asked.
"okay hehehe" i said.

dua called her manager and said she wasn't gonna make it today. her work started late today, it started at 4 when it usually starts at 12. she got the day off to hang out with me.

"it's 3:21" dua said.
"you would have been gone by now if you went to work" i said.
"so is there something you wanna do today?" dua asked.
"ehh... nothing in particular" i said.
"what about the mall, why don't we go to the mall and you can buy whatever you want with my money?" dua suggested.
"well, i mean, dua i have my own money too you know?" i asked dua.
"well yeah but i was the one mean to you" dua said.
"i guess you could take me on a shopping spree" i giggled.
"okay great. i am already ready because i was going to go to work, are you gonna go like that?" dua asked.

i was wearing a shirt with elmo on it. i've had it for years, since before me and dua started dating. it was kinda ugly and ruined because i wore it so much.

"i guess" i said.
"y/n your 24 you can't wear and elmo shirt to the mall" dua said.
"i'm joking phhh" i said.

we went to the mall and came back. it was around 8 pm when we got home. we decided to just chill and watch a movie instead of going all out and having sex on the kitchen table. we did fuck on the kitchen table once and in the morning while we were eating breakfast at the kitchen table, we kept reliving the moment in our heads... nvm it's weird.

"y/n, do you feel better now?" dua asked.
"i do" i said that and then me and dua kissed again.
"love you"
"love you too"

sorry this one is short! i think this is the best chapter so far. remember to vote! mwah! 💋