Imagines

Zack Imagine

im kind of BANDS right now, so this is going to be an emotional trainwreck thank u.

*self harming trigger*

Zack was away on tour, and you missed him more and more every day. You promised him you would stay clean, but you broke it after a week. As you sat on the couch, eating some salad and watching All Time Low music videos on your TV, Zack gives you a call.

"Hey! How are you, princess?"

"Hi cutie, I'm okay, how are you?" You ask, quickly shutting off the TV.

"Tired. I worked out a bit before the show, so I'm double tired."

"Maybe you should stop going to the gym all the fucking time," you mumble.

"What was that?" he laughs.

"SHE SAID YOU HAVE A SMALL PENIS!" Alex shouts in the background.

"Yep, that's exactly what I said," you laugh, rolling your eyes.

"Have you kept your promise?" he asks, in a lower, more serious tone.

"How's the tour?" you ask, avoiding the question.

"Darling, answer me."

"No," you say, biting your lip in shame.

"Y/N, why do you do this? You don't deserve this,"

"I don't know, Zack," you say, tears forming in your grey eyes.

"Well we're coming home tonight, and you and me are going to have a long talk about this, because it needs to stop," he says, quietly.

"Okay, sweetie," you say, wiping the tears. You hear rustling on the other end, as Rian gets on the phone.

"What up, hot stuff?" Rian asks. He was like your brother, and he always called you hot stuff. Since forever. You don't even know why.

"Just watching TV, what about you, Ri?"

"On the bus. But we're coming home tonight! We'll be back in like 3 hours," he says. You hear more noise, and then Jack gets on the phone.

"Ayyy," he was shitfaced. But what else is new?

"Jack, are you never not drunk?"

"No," the others reply.

"Shut up," he slurs, "You and me are gonna PARTAY when I get home, mm hmm?"

"Let me talk to Zack," you say. He obliges, and you tell Zack to make Jack some coffee, and to not let him drink so much.

"I'll try. Bye princess!" he says.

"Bye! I love you!" you say. You hang up, and go about cleaning up the house. After about 20 minutes, it's clean enough so you go back to the couch to settle in for a movie. After watching the first 40 minutes, you start falling asleep.

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"Ugh she's such a pretty sleeper," Zack whispers, lifting you up with ease, and then placing you on the bed. You wake up, and you leap onto him, toppling him to the floor.

"Zack! I've missed you!"

"And I've missed you!" he says, laughing. You give him a big kiss, and then stand up.

"Let me see," he says, suddenly serious.

"No, it's fine. How was tour??"

"Y/f/n, let me see," he says, grabbing your arm. He rolls up your sleeve, to reveal your cuts, slowly healing.

"Y/N, why?" he asks, pulling you in for a hug, "You know I hate it when you do this," he whispers into your hair.

"I don't know, I just miss you so much, and I know we can't be together all the time, and it's so upsetting, but I don't want you to-" he cuts you off with a sweet kiss.

"Well then, I guess you just have to come on tour with us," he says.

"Well I don't want to be a bother, and I would never-" Zack was already on the phone with the tour manager.

"Hi, yeah it's Zack, can y/n come on tour?... Well Lisa gets to come!...Okay, thanks," he says. he gets off the phone.

"Start packing," he smiles.

"Really?" you ask. He nods, and you two share a passionate kiss.

"I gotta start packing!" you giggle, rolling up your sleeves. He looks to your wrists with a bittersweet look on his face.

"C'mon, now you can keep an eye on me," you smile.

"I don't want to, you shouldn't do this to yourself,"

"Yeah yeah, I know, but-"

"No buts! Where are your razors?"

"Zack, I-"

"Razors." he commands. You could see he was not playing around in the slightest. You oblige, going into the bathroom, fetching the razors, and handing them to him.

"Thank you, princess. Now can we go back to what I came here to do?"

"Mmm, and what would that be?" you ask, snaking your arms around his neck.

"You," he growled, lifting you up, kissing you roughly.