my first love, a fanfic about Margot Robbie

argument. (angst)

Margot's POV: I haven't been talking to y/n the entire day, I'm honestly not even sure myself why. I just wanted time for myself, and time alone for the day. I walked passed her, and made direct eye contact.
"What did I do this time?" She said, pulling my waist.
"You didn't do anything? What do you mean?" I said.
"You haven't talked to me the whole fvcking day, if I did something can't you just tell me instead of ignoring me?"  Y/n said, desperate for my attention.
"I was just, busy. Don't be sensitive, y/n."

Y/N's POV: I couldn't even believe what I heard, my eyes widened.
"Me? Sensitive? Why are you being so mean?" I raised my voice. Margot rolled her eyes, and tried to walk away.
"No! Please, baby just talk to me." she continued to try to walk away.
"Don't leave me!"
"Just shut up," she scoffed. "Just talk to me!"
"Leave me alone," She said, walking away. I felt a tear shed down my face. I immediately raced to the room she was in, and hugged her from behind.
"Talk to me, please." I whispered in her ear. She turned around, said,
"Leave me alone!" and slapped me.
I held my cheek. "Why, why would you do that?" I said, breathing heavily. She stared at her hand, and raced to me.

Margot's POV: What have I just done? Why would I do that?
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry- I-"  I stuttered, laying my hands on her shoulders. Y/n sprinted out of the room, I felt tears stream down my eyes. Why the actual fuck would I do that? I ran , following her.
"Baby, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
She immediately hugged me tightly, crying into my arms.
"I am so, incredibly sorry. I don't know how I got so mad at you. Are you okay?"
She sniffed "mhm.."
I grabbed her hand and pecked her cheek.
"I love you, I'm sorry." She giggled,
"Me too." I wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Wanna... you know?" She chuckled. I grabbed her hand, and raced to our room,
"HECK YEAH."