Britian dalton imagines

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Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, Smoking.

There will be mentions of Depression. You are not alone if you struggle with this.
If you need to talk to someone, Feel free to vent in my dms.
ily.

Smut
Angst
fluff

⚠️NOT PROOF READ!⚠️

Y/ns pov:

Its been fucking months since i woke up to my boyfriend next to me, Whenever i brought it up its the same fucking excuse.

"Works been so busy im sorry" busy my fucking ass, I am so tired of it. I just want him to be honest with me.

Ever since i was a little girl, All i ever wanted was someone to love me, Cherish me. At the start of our relationship it was that.

It was perfect. Sure we had arguments then and there but we would always get through it. All my life i've just craved to be wanted by someone.

I was curled up in bed, Big hoodie and sweats on, My hair in a bun and soft socks on. Laying in the fetal position with my headphones blasting loud music.

Hot tears made purchase in the corners of my eyes, Threatening to fall. All i wanted to do was sob my eyes out their sockets.

I wanted to die from how weak i felt, I hadn't been eating properly. Sleep felt like the only good thing in my life.

Meds were pointless, I hadn't showered in a couple days. I felt so depressed and on top of that my boyfriend wasn't exactly being nice about it.

He would always complain now, I dread every tome he came home. I let out a choked sob, My hands immediately covering my mouth and nose.

I prayed to not let the tears fall. All Britain would say was "Suck it up you'll be fine." When we first started dating he would be there for me within a second.

Always hugging me and kissing me to make it all go away, Never leaving my side unless he had to. I wiped the streams of tears and stopped crying.

I got up and looked im the mirror, I hated what i saw. Red puffy swollen face, Tear filled glossy eyes. I had lost a bit of weight, My eye-bags had got darker.

My face was paler than usual, my normally okay expression long gone. All that was left was a dead look in my eyes.

My mother was constantly checking up on me, She knew i struggled with my mental health from time to time. Clearly motherly instinct was a thing.

Feeling my absolute worst, My phone rang. The bright light disturbed my eyes in the dark lonely room. Everything felt blue and my mother was my safe place.

I would feel lost without that beautiful and bright woman. Looking at the brightly lit phone, The woman who made me who i am was calling.

Mama 💗

A small smile twitched at my straight line lips, Picking my phone up and putting it on speaker.

"Hi mama" i said, Voice cracking slightly as i tried not to sob. Im not even sure why im upset. Its not just the thing with Britain.