Watchdogs Imagines

Josh- Couches and Confrontation

"Don't talk to me right now, I don't want to say something I can't take back!" I shout at Josh, before shutting the bedroom door more harshly that intented.

I hear Josh shout "Shit!" Before the apartment goes silent. I get in bed and climb under the covers, tears falling down my face as I try to keep quiet, burying my face into Josh's pillow, his scent envelopes me which makes me cry harder.

I must've fallen asleep because I wake up and it's pitch black in the bedroom. I check the time on my phone and see that it's 2 in the morning.

I get up and open the door, heading to the living room where I see Josh on the couch, laying down on the pillows with a thin blanket over him.

Guilt and shame washes over me. Our argument was so pathetic and I feel so bad about it.

I walk over to him and tap his shoulder, Josh wakes up instantly and sits up, rubbing his eyes as he looks at me. His eyebrows crinkle as confusion crosses his face.

Without saying a word I grab his hand and pull him up, leading him to the bedroom. I slip under the covers and Josh follows on his side. As usual I lay my head on his chest as his arms wrap around me.

We lie in silence for a short time, until I finally mumble a "I'm sorry."

Josh squeezes me and presses a light kiss to my head, "It's okay, I'm sorry too."

I rest my hand on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, and we fall asleep together, united once again.