One-shot Imagines

Not my Ex (H/n Smut)

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"So? Can I have your number or not?" The boy before me spoke again, but now in an irritated tone. He was sick of my responses and my lack of them.

"No. Again, I don't need or want a boyfriend," I sighed, deciding to walk away as there was nothing more to be said. The boy, of course, left, pissed off. He caught me in the baking section, looking for measuring cups and other things.

I ran errands and shopped for food and other things I needed for my new apartment. My mood should be brighter because I love shopping and decorating, so giving my place a sense of home should be more fun. But ever since the breakup, I haven't been myself. I wouldn't be in this forsaken building if it weren't for it.

I loved him with all of my heart. I would have done anything for him. And yes, I probably sounded like a fool for loving someone so much when I broke up with him. But in some situations, you must do the best for you. Because at the end of the day, it's just you with you. I wish with every fibre in me I didn't have to break it off, but I had enough.

We were together for four years- four great years of endless love. I still can't believe I could ever find someone I could love more. We were together for so long, yet he hid me from his family. I'd always asked and bothered him about it, especially after he met mine. He'd brush me off over and over again and at the beginning? I didn't mind. It was okay. Then, I forgot about the whole thing. It wasn't until his mother came over to our house unexpectedly and he called me his friend that I got pissed off. She didn't have a clue who I was. In that moment, my heart shattered.

We've been apart for one month. H/n went to stay with his buddy and let me have the house until I could find a place, which brings me to where I am now.

I blinked back to reality, gasping as I almost dropped the mug I had in my grasp. I quickly grabbed it tighter, putting it back on the shelf. I then proceeded to slump over the cart and roll it around. Something in me saddened seeing the pet aisle. He bought us a dog and had his own. He kept both. Just for fun, I turned into the aisle, looking around. I love animals, so it was just fun to stare at the stuff. Tears began rolling down my cheeks. Then:

"Watch out. You're—" There was a pause. "Y/n," his voice softened as he put down the bag of dog food he was holding. My heart dropped. I looked up and was met with eyes so beautiful I'd never mistake them. I quickly wiped my tears, looking up with a clenched jaw.

"Why are you talking to me right now, H/n?" My voice was almost monotone. I missed waking up on his muscly chest and playing with his hair. I missed him so badly it hurt. It's been hurting. I had to remind myself at that moment that he was a dick to me. Because if I didn't, I probably would've jumped into his arms without thinking.