Celebrity Imagines

Ethan Nestor (R)

I hadn't left my apartment in a couple of days. I wasn't feeling very well emotionally lately. I hadn't even talked to any of my friends, or my boyfriend for that matter.

I had completely shut myself off from the world at this point. Wouldn't talk to friends, or family. Stayed off social media. I was overwhelmed with life.

At the moment, I was sitting in my living room, curled up in a blanket. I had been binge watching Netflix pretty much all day long.

My phone dinged, signaling that there was a message. I grabbed my phone and checked it. It was a text from Ethan:

Ethan: Are you okay? What's been going on?

You: No, not really.

Ethan: What happened?

You: It doesn't matter.

Ethan: You're hurting, of course it matters. Do you need me to come over?

I paused for a moment after reading the message. I didn't really know if I did or not. Want, need, not the same thing. But, I couldn't figure out the answer to that question either way.

Ethan: I'll just take that as a yes. I'll be over in a bit.

You: Ethan, you really don't have to. I'll be fine.

Ethan: Nope. See you in a bit.

I sighed softly before combing my hands through my hair. I did want to see him, but I also didn't want to feel like I was bothering him or taking to much time out of his day just because I'm feeling a little shitty.

I turned the tv off and decided to lay there in the silence for a little while. Which probably wasn't the smartest idea if I was being totally honest. It was never really good to leave me alone with my thoughts.

Time went by, and it felt really slow. Seconds felt like minutes. And minutes felt like hours. I didn't know why it was feeling that way, but at the moment, that's how it felt.

There was a knock at the door. I figured that it was Ethan, so I got up and walked over to the door. I opened up the door and Ethan was standing there with a bouquet of purple roses.

"Ethan." I said.

"I thought flowers might make you feel a little better." Ethan said with a small smile on his face.

I smiled softly before standing to the side so that he could walk in.

Ethan walked in, then closed the door behind himself.

"I'll go find a vase for these. I'll be back." Ethan said before walking to the kitchen.

I walked back to the living room and sat back down on the couch. "I love him so much." I thought to myself. And it was true, I really did love him. I loved him with all that I was.

I sat there while I waited for Ethan to come back. I pulled the sleeves of my sweater over my hands and took a deep breath.

After a short while, Ethan walked into the living room with the vase of flowers in his hands. He set the vase on the coffee table then sat down next to me on the couch.

"You wanna talk about what's going on?" Ethan asked.

"Do you remember my friend Troy?" I asked.

"Yeah. What about him?" Ethan asked.

"He stopped talking to me." I said.

"What?" Ethan asked, sounding a bit surprised.

"He just, stopped talking to me. We haven't talked in a month, and I don't know why. I never got any kind of closure. And I don't know if maybe he's just busy, or what the hell is going on in his life, but it's, it just hurts. Because like, he was one of my best friends, and to lose someone like that, without knowing what's going on. It's, painful." I said.

Ethan held onto my hand. "I'm sorry." He said.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Not your fault. He's just an ass. But, maybe not. I don't know the whole story." I said.

"You're allowed to be upset. Even if you don't know the full story. Your feelings are valid." Ethan said.

I nodded my head. "Thanks" I said.

"Of course." Ethan said.