Little Mix/ Y/N imagines And Preferences (Completed)

Couch Sleep

Jesy/ Y/N

Y/N's POV: I'm having another normal coupley argument with my wife, they always say it's normal for couples to argue but we do it a lot.
"You obviously can't see my side of this!" Jesy exclaims, frustration in both her eyes. I wanna bring myself to admit that I'm wrong but I can't so I just point to the door.
"Just get out of my bloody sight, I don't wanna look you in the eyes right now" I tell her, trying to keep myself calm. Soon, I hear the stairs creak loudly and I'm just sitting there regretting everything that just left my mouth. I sigh to myself and try to get myself to sleep but her side of the bed is cold and I can't sleep when I haven't got her with me. At least when she's on tour, she always makes sure to leave my favourite and my favourite hoodie of hers scented with the perfume she likes to wear. I pull the covers off me and slip my bunny slippers on. The outside is pitch black with the only small light source is a flickering street lamp. I make my way down to the living room to find her watching TV on a low volume.
"Hey, Jess." I say awkwardly, she looks at me.
"What do you want right now?" She snaps at me. "You here to yell at me again?"
"No, I'm here to apologise for everything that I said upstairs, I didn't mean anything." I tell her, noticing her frown. "You aren't mad at me still, are you?" She hesitantly shakes her head and looks me in the eyes.
"I forgive you, I know you didn't mean any of that shit" She whispers, a small smiling forming on her lips.