Austin Butler Imagines 🍒

Pretty girl...🩷

~CONTEXT~

A retired party girl - that's what you were. Every Friday and Saturday night, you used to go out with your friends, put on the smallest dresses and highest heels you owned and go out clubbing, getting absolutely wasted, being so drunk you struggled to stand upright. It was always the highlight of your week, and all of you had so much fun when doing it. However, when you got into a relationship with your boyfriend, Atlas, all that was ruined. Atlas wasn't the biggest fan of you going out with your friends, he hated the idea of you going clubbing, he hated the outfits you would wear, he hated that you'd get incredibly drunk and to be truthful, he just hated your friends. One month into the relationship, you stopped going out with them; which made you sad and confused them, as it was always the best part of your week. You were the one in the group that would be the most excited about it, so when you suddenly stopped going your friends were a little worried. Once they found out the reason, they were pissed. Any sane boyfriend who trusted and loved their girlfriend wouldn't stop them from doing things like this, instead they'd just ask for her to give him the location so he could come pick her up to take her home and just in case something happens. They hated that he'd stopped you from having fun, and they tried to tell you that it wasn't normal and he was being controlling; but because you loved him, you didn't believe them and tried to cover for him. 

Safe to say, their words played on your mind for weeks after that. They kept you awake at night, questions swirling around in your mind about whether or not they were right. Though despite this, you never once went against your boyfriends words, and you carried on staying home rather than going out. Since you were no longer going, your friends also stopped going since you were the life of the party, and going clubbing without you just wasn't the same, nor was it as fun. All of this thanks to your boyfriend, but little did you know it was about to change...

~Current~

Friday night; you've just finished work after a long day of going through paperwork and attending boring meetings, more than anything you need to wind down. Work is always stressful, and you very rarely enjoyed your job, but it pays the bills and the money's good so you don't really want to quit. Driving home you're borderline zoned out, getting home simply by muscle memory and having memorised the route home. It's a miracle you didn't crash with the state you're in, but thank the heavens you didn't.

Finally pulling into the driveway, you let out a heavy sigh before getting out of your car. Grabbing your bag and fishing for your housekeys, you slam the car door behind you and walk towards your front door, unlocking it before pushing the door open and stepping inside. Mindlessly, you close the door behind you and walk into the kitchen, placing down your bag and taking your shoes off, letting out yet another sigh. Just as you turn to grab a mug to make a cup of tea, you notice a small note stuck to the cupboard, catching your attention immediately as it wasn't there this morning. Curiosity filling you,  you grab the note to see what it says. It reads:

'Moved to Ibiza, not sure if I'll be coming back. Don't wait for me, our relationship is done, good luck in life. -Atlas'

You read it over and over again, trying to wrap your head around it; he just up and left for another country without warning you, and used this note to not only tell you but to break up with you as well. If you weren't so tired, you'd be angrier and try and contact him to give him a piece of your mind, but you really can't be bothered. Instead, you decide to do something that you know for a fact will make you feel better - got to the bar, and have some drinks. Not even bothering to change out of your work clothes, you put your shoes back on, grab your keys and head straight back out the door, getting back in your car and driving off.

As you pull into the bar parking lot, the note replays in your mind. Even though you're practically exhausted, you're still a little hurt from it; after all he had decided that you weren't significant enough to him for him to tell you face to face or break up with you properly, and that stung. Getting out of your car, body feeling heavy, you almost slump your way inside. Pushing the door open, you make your way in and take a seat at the bar, resting your arms on the bar top and sighing again.