Matt Rife - imagines

6. He's stressed out:

Y/n = Your Name

Y/L/n = Your last name

Y/nn = Your Nickname

Y/B/n = Your best friends name

Y/n pov:

I was at home since it was my off day, Matt was out working and preparing for his new show.

I decided to make us dinner so he didn't have to think about anything when he got home, I would make my special homemade pasta that I knew he loved.

While the dough for the pasta was resting, I would walk up to our shared bedroom and change our sheets, cleaning any clothes from the floor and put it in the washer.

I felt like I wanted to make everything nice today, so after make our bedroom nice and clean I went down to our living room to set up our couch for a movie night, I would put our best pillows and blankets out on the couch and make it look nice and cozy.

After getting everything ready I would continue to cook the food.
While I was cooking my phone started ringing, I looked at it and it said "My Hubby <3" it was Matt, I then took the call.

"Hello Matty" I said as I could hear him sigh a bit.

"Hey, I'm coming home early" was all he said, he didn't sound as happy as he use to when he calls me.

"Oh, well that's nice, anything wrong?" I then asked wondering why he would go home early, since I knew how much these next shows meant to him.

"It's not... I didn't get as much done as I wanted to...but they sent me home" he said very frustrated.

"it's okay, come home and we can talk about it alright? Drive safe love you" I said.

"Bye love you" he said as that made me feel like something was up, he was never this cold talking to me.

Sometime went by and everything was ready for dinner, so I just let it all sit until we were going to eat later.

Matt then came home, he threw his keys on our hallway table and took off his shoes, he then without a word walked up stairs.

Wired... he would normally come and give me hugs and kisses...

Matt's pov:

When I got home, I was so frustrated and mad that I didn't think about anything but going upstairs to lock myself in our office...

I didn't even say hello to Y/n...

I just walk into our office, locked the door and opened my laptop to try and work some more.

How dare they send me home... just over a stupid argument... I didn't even hit anyone nor anything! It's my workspace! My show! I could fire them all in a second!

Thinking this much made me mad, and I closed my laptop hard, then threw the pillow that was on Y/n's chair as I shouted out in frustration.

Something then broke... I got up and removed the pillow from the floor, our picture...

The picture of me and Y/n's real first date, the night we fell in love...

I then just sat down on the floor and looked at it, as I could feel my eyes water, my breath getting heavier by every second.

Not this... I can't have a panic attack... it makes me anxious...

I then heard a knock on the door...

"Hun... you alright... I heard something break..." It was Y/n... I had forgotten that I had locked the door so I had to get up, I did... but it didn't help on my breathing, I then opened the door and looked down with the picture in my hand.