Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

Nope!

I Marched trying to avoid the eyes of people on the street who to an extent knew who I was I knew this would be already on the presses and in the news boards by morning. I did my best to keep my head down and keep walking down the dirty streets till I made it to the station. I walked in and noticed the usual half-drunk people, the dirty people and the various usual police station fair sat around I didn't even need to go to the desk he knew who I was and went to check the paperwork. I signed where I needed to and did my best to keep my mouth shut before the officer lead me through the station till I saw the huge cell they throw anyone they arrest in until they get the paperwork done, it full of drunks and heavily tattooed men, and by the corner, he stood in his jeans and blue shirt, his jacket somewhere I didn't know, his arm leant out the cell his head against the bars. 

"You wanna take him home?" the officer asks

"... Do I have to?" I sighed 

"Visitor Mr Mclaren" He nods heading off which made him pick his head up a little to see me a little smile on his face 

"Hi cutie-" He smiled

"don't even fucking start with me Malcolm" I sighed 

"What?"

"Don't you cutie me!" 

"what did I do?"

"You got yourself arrested!" 

"sid started it!"

"I don't give a shit who started it! I'm ending it! fuck sake your like fucking children" I yelled "This has to stop. do you have any idea the sort of field day the press is going to have tomorrow!" I told him ".... You promised me, Malcolm"

"I know. I didn't mean for it to turn out like that I swear I didn't. Come on don't you believe me cutie pie?" he pouts his head still against the cell his hands out towards me like he wanted a cuddle 

"I would slap that fucking grin off your face if I could" 

"Ohh I'll let you hun" the officer laughed 

"Come on, Don't you Love me?" He cooed 

"Your a dick" I sighed "if it were up to me, I'd let you rot in here"

"No! Please y/n! I really need a piss and I'm kinda afraid in here, the guy near the toilet keeps giving me kissy faces" he complained 

"Do I have to take him?" I asked the officer 

"No. We can keep him in here a while longer if you want pick him up on Thursday" 

"Nooo Please y/n" he whines 

"Your the last one, so either you take him or he stays here" the officer told me

"last... what do you mean? Malcolm? what does me mean?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhh..... "

"Tell her Mr Mclaren" 

"No thank you" he yelped "I'm in enough shit" 

"Tell me!"

"You.... Are not set up as the one they call" he sighed

"why not!"

"Becuase I haven't got around to changing it" He said sheepishly

"Then who is!" I yelled "It better not be her?" 

"No!"

"Ohh for fuck- It's Viv isn't it" 

".... Maybe" 

"Nope!" I sighed "I'm done" I sighed going to leave 

"Ohh come on! y/n! I just haven't changed it yet babe"

"We've been married two years!" 

".... I forgot"

"forgot! for two years!"

"Yes"

"It takes like two minutes" The officer told him

"what did she say?"

"Ohh Miss Westwood said he could rot"

"Yeah. I agree with her."

"Another young lady came down too actually"

"... Pria is ahead of me?"

"she was my wife"

"for three weeks!"

"I am your wife of two years! I am pregnant with your child!"

"I forgot it's been a busy time"

"You're a colossal cunt"

"Can I come home now y/n. Please. I'm sorry"

"Nope! you know what Malcolm I'm done" I sighed "I'm done with this. I'm done with you. I'm going home, you can come home if you want but I don't give a shit" I sighed "Let him out. I'm going home" 

"Y/n! Y/n come on!" he complained as they let him out so I headed home I knew he was following me but I ignored him as I headed home.