𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 (𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐫. 𝐗 𝐘/𝐧)

~ Leave

Warnings: none
Note: I'd like to thank my best friend for motivating me and giving me inspiration. I give her 12 percent of the credit.
Ps. 12 percent. Whoever gets it. Gets it 😏

"You can't just change your mind!" He yelled.

"The hell I can! I make my own decisions!" My temper is taking over me.

I changed my mind. I didn't want to leave to go to Malibu. At least I'm not sure. I can't even think straight at the moment. When I told Robert I wasn't sure he started yelling at me. 

"WE'RE TOGETHER. WE MAKE OUR DECISIONS TOGETHER. SO NO YOU DON'T," Downey slammed his hand on the counter. 

"I CAN'T ROBERT. I JUST CAN'T. I WANT TO WAIT, JUST GIVE ME A MONTH, I MAY CHANGE MY MIND." 

"A month? Yeah sure," he scoffed.

"What! You think I can't decide in a month?" 

"It's not that, it's the fact that I know you'll change your damn mind!"

"Get out!" 

"What?" 

"Leave. Now!" 

"Fine," he grabbed his bag off the floor and left the kitchen. I walk behind him, seeing him take his keys and walk right out the house, slamming the door behind him. I jumped from the impact it made. 

3rd person

Maybe changing your mind wasn't the best plan. Although what can you do? You just weren't sure. Why'd you change your mind is the question. 

"I hate your damn mother, and I hate how you look and act the same!" Your father yelled.

You sighed, letting your shoulders relax. Britney walked out her room, coming over to you and pulling you into a hug. 

"It's okay," she rubbed your back, trying to comfort you. "Couples get into arguments all the time, you guys aren't the only ones," she reassured you. But the thought of him hating you was getting to you. It's bothering you so much.

Let's rewind what happened shall we? 

"Mmm, morning, baby," he hugged you tighter, cuddled in bed together the whole night.

"Morning," you turn around, smiling slightly, running your hand through his hair. 

"You're messing up my hair," he pouted. 

"It was already messed up though," y/n pouted back. 

"Well you're making it more messy." 

"Alright then," you sat up, "if you don't like me playing with your hair, then I won't." 

"Who said I didn't?" He sits up as well, rubbing his eyes. 

"Well, you said you don't like me messing up your hair." 

"Don't mean I don't like it," he lays his head on your lap. 

"That makes no sense, Robert."

"Makes sense to me, I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart." 

"Get up," you smile a little, and he returns the smile back. You move his head away and stand up, and walk into the bathroom.

"Hey! I was enjoying your lap, you know?" 

"Too bad, now come in here and get ready." 

"Coming," he sighs, and goes into the bathroom. He hugs you from behind while you wash your hands.