Dove Cameron Imagines (gxg)

when she misses your birthday party (requested)

"I've said this already but happy birthday, y/n. I hope your day was amazing." One of your friends said as she pulled you in for another hug, a much longer one than the ones you've given your other friends as they all head out of your house.

Today is your birthday and your friends threw you a huge party to celebrate. It was absolutely wonderful at first but, as the day went on, the excitement and happiness that you once felt about your special day had faded and now you're just faking and forcing all the smiles you give everyone.

The reason your birthday is so terrible is all because of one thing - Dove hadn't been here.

You tried to be understanding about it. She had to work today. She has a few projects going on and they're extremely important and, as much as she wanted to, she couldn't get out of working on them today.

She told you she'd be here by late afternoon but time went on and now it's nearing midnight and she's still not home.

"Call me tomorrow, okay?" Your friend said as she pulled away from the hug. "I'll see you soon."

You nodded and walked to the door, planning to close it behind your friend. But just as she walked out, Dove walked in.

You rolled your eyes when hers locked with yours and you began to storm off into another room as she walked into the now empty house, immediately explaining everything to you.

"I'm so sorry that I missed it, y/n!" She said as she followed you around the house while you cleaned everything up. "I wanted to be here, I truly did, but-"

"But what, Dove?" You asked in frustration, putting the stuff in your hands down on the table. "You were busy? Things came up? You couldn't get out of it?"

She lowered her head in disappointment and shame.

Of course, you knew what she was about to say. You feel as though you've heard it all before.

"I get it. You have a busy career and a busy life and things come up that are out of your control. I try to be understanding, Dove, I truly do. You know that I'm your biggest fan and supporter. But this is different. Today was my birthday and all I wanted was to be with you."

"I know, baby. I'm so sorry." She sighed as she reached out to take your hand into hers. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. But, at least, you were around all of your friends today! That's great, right?"

"Yes. But all I hoped for the entire time they were around was that I'd see you walk through the door. I watched the door, hoping that it would open and you'd come in and kiss me and sing happy birthday to me with them. I wanted you. Not some big, fancy party. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful and I love my friends but... it wasn't the same. You weren't here."

She saw the tears in your eyes and tried to wipe them away but you shook your head and pulled away.

"Don't." You sniffled.

"I'm sorry. I know that I let you down by not being here with you on your special day. I know sorry isn't enough-"

"You're right. It isn't."

She felt tears sting her eyes as she tried to think of what to do and what to say.

Her heart aches to see you fall apart like this, especially on your birthday.

"I will make this up to you." She promised as she tried to pull you in for a hug, only for you to shake your head.

"I don't know if you will, Dove. You might have things that come up, things that you can't get out of."

She blinked away her tears as you let one fall down your cheek.

"I know this won't make any difference but I got something done-"

"I don't want to know what it is." You interrupted as she began to pull up her sleeve. "I want to go to bed."

"Okay. Yeah, I'll show you tomorrow. We can go to bed and talk more about this tomorrow."

"No, Dove. You don't understand. I'm going to bed and you're sleeping somewhere else. The sofa, the guest room - I don't care. Just give me some space."

You walked away, rushing up the stairs, and then slammed the door behind you.

She sank to the floor and tangled her fingers in her hair, groaning and cursing under her breath as she realized just how much she messed up.

She did some thinking for a few minutes, letting her mind run while she sat in silence. An idea came to her mind. Surely you'd check social media tonight at some point to see all the birthday wishes from her fans and your loved ones.

Maybe she could show you her surprise through there.

She opened her Instagram and pulled her sleeve up, snapping a couple of photos before pulling her sleeve back down.

She spent a few minutes writing caption after caption, only to delete it and start again as she felt as though everything she said just wasn't right.

But she suddenly began to type everything that came to mind, not even caring if her millions of fans saw and judged every word. She could admit and own up to her mistakes if it means you hearing her out and her getting to make things right. Because that's all she wants; to make things right, to make things up to you.

I love my job. I love my life. I'm grateful for all the things I have and for all the people who love me. But today, I let down the one that loves me the most and the one that I love more than anything in the world. I know I missed your birthday party and I've never regretted anything more. I wanted you to see that I got something special tattooed this morning, something I wanted to surprise you with. I hope you know that you mean everything to me and I'll do whatever it takes to make things better. You deserve the world and that's all I want to give to you. I love you, y/n and I'm truly sorry.

She posted the photos with her new tattoo; an infinity symbol with a heart. 

It was small, right between her fingers.

 To her, it meant that you've got her heart and you'll have it for infinity. 

It was perfect and she knew you'd love it.

Or, at least, she hoped.

She hoped, with all of her heart, that you'd read what she wrote and that she'd get the chance to make everything up to you.

Because it's all she wants and it's the only thing that matters to her.