Javon Walton/ Ashtray imagines

Drunk and lonely- JW

Words:1227

Type: Angst, fluff at the end!

Y/ns pov:

It had been a week since me and Javon ended things, we had dated for 8 months but now that his boxing career was properly starting he seemed to have lost interest in having a girlfriend. So instead of becoming a burden to him, I decided to just end things with him. Of course I was sad, I truly thought he was the one, but what broke my heart was when he didn't seem to care or try to make me stay. It was as if it was a relief I was leaving.

The past 7 days have been a rollercoaster of emotions: sadness, anger, emptiness, betrayal, acceptance. All I could keep thinking about was how Javon was probably doing just fine. 

Javon's pov:   

I don't know why I let it happen, why I let the love of my life walk away from me like she meant nothing. That night I cried more than I had in a while, all I wanted was to hold her and let her know how much I love her. I should have treated her better. I understand why she did it, and I think that's why I let her go. So she could be treated better.

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A week.

A week since my heart was broken.

I sat at my kitchen island staring at the blinking red numbers on the microwave.

1:47am.

My eyes drifted to the cupboard which held the different alcohols my parents used when they had a party. I hated drinking, I never did it...never went to parties either. But there I was heading towards the cupboard reaching for a random bottle of liquor.

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The numbers on the microwave were now hazy due to my drunken state, but I could just about make out 2:23am as I walked past it back to the island I was previously sat at. Clumsily sitting up on the stool, bottle still in one hand my other reaching for the phone. I unknowingly clicked on the contact I knew all too well, pressing dial and waiting for it to start ringing. 

"Hey, its Y/n-" I went to speak but was quickly cut off by the rest of the voicemail, suggesting to me that my number had in fact been blocked. Regret refilled my body, cutting through the effects of the alcohol as I was pulled back to the reality of the situation I was in. 

I called her again. And again. And again. Not with the hopes that she would pick up, but just because I wanted to hear her voice. Her beautiful, sweet, gorgeous voice that I missed so so dearly. 

Tears brimmed my eyes once again as I came to the conclusion that I needed to see her, I need to fix all the mistakes and all the pain I had caused her. I was not going to let this be the end of our story.

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Y/n pov:

2:50am.

That's what my bedside clock read when I was woken up by the loud, desperate bangs on my front door. My parents were away on a business trip and had only left yesterday so it couldn't be them, and my brother was at a party and was supposed to be staying at his friends, so coming to the conclusion that it was none of my family a feeling of panic started to rush through me.

When the knocks finally stopped 5 minutes later, that's when I decided to brave it and go see if whoever it was had left or not. Armed with only my lighter from my bedside table and the promise ring Javon had gotten me for our 6 month anniversary that had a sharp diamond on it which I had decided would add a little more damage to a punch if it came to it. I began to head downstairs.

Once I reached the front door, I peeped through the window next to it trying to catch a glimpse of who was there. I let out a sigh of relief when I see who it is. Javon was sat propped up against my front door, head slumped to the side slightly looking down at his phone. I take a few deep breaths before I open the door, readying myself for what is about to happen.

When I open the door, Javon who was obviously not prepared fell back, quickly putting his hands down so he didn't hit the floor. I stood there keeping a straight face as I watched him scramble to his feet, wobbling a little bit once he did. When I saw he was steady I began to speak. "What do you want Javon, do you know what time it is? you scared the crap out of me!" I said with a stern tone of voice. I wanted to seem tough, but in reality a lump was forming in my throat. "Y..Y/n please, I miss you so much I don't...I don't know what to do" That's when I noticed something was off with him, the way his speech was slurred and the way he couldn't stand up properly. But before I could say anything my superstitions were confirmed with the rancid smell of alcohol that reeked off of him.

"What the...are you drunk?" I asked worried, he had never drunk before and seeing him like this broke my heart. "I..I didn't know what to do, I needed to get you out of my head" he looked down at his feet "but you're too hard to forget" he chuckled, dryly. "Javon.." I mumble "we can't... I can't, you were slowly breaking my heart and I didn't want to wait for you to fall out of love with me. Your obviously busy with your boxing career and you know that that will always be your main priority"

At that, his head shot up. "No, no Y/n listen to me" he said desperately before grabbing onto my shoulders gently. "I would do anything for you. I will quit boxing, stop acting, I will buy us a house and we can be together all day, I will get you all those things you have on the little list on your phone, I will make you breakfast every morning, We can go on little dates every weekend.. I will do anything, I am begging you please" tears began to run down his face as he looked pleadingly into my eyes which also had tears glossing over them. "please.." he mumbled one last time before he pulled me into a shaky hug.

Both our legs gave out as we sobbed in each others arms, we now sat in a heap on the floor just holding onto each other not wanting to let go just in case it was the last time, once again.

3:11am

That was the time when I finally stopped crying enough to talk again. "You don't have to do any of those things Javon" I say while pulling away so I could look at him "I just want you to promise that I am not a burden.. and that you won't fall out of love with me" a small smile appears of his red, puffy face when I say this. "I promise, pinkie swear" he stated, holding out his pinkie which I was quick to connect with mine.

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3:52am

That's the time it was when I finally got back into bed, wrapped up in the arms of the person who made my heart feel most full. I was complete once again. 

hey guys, sorry if this one is kind of waffly but its late and I am tired lmao

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