Will Poulter Imagines

Fight

Fight
Made For No One In Specific.

"I don't understand what you're saying, (Y/N)." Will says as he stands in front of me.
I look at the details of the house instead of at him while tears ran down my face.
"I just don't want to be here anymore." I say, talking about the house.
"Why not?!" Will asks, his voice slightly rising.
"Because, look at you!" I say in the same tone as he did. Maybe a little bit edgier.
"You're always drinking and you never pay attention to me, and yeah, that sounds selfish but its true. If you gave me as much attention as I give you, I'd be fine right now." I say as I walk past him.
I bring my arm up to my face to wipe underneath my eyes.
"That's funny because you always give Dylan attention, I never see it directed towards me!" Will says as he follows behind me.
I turn around to look him dead in the eyes.
"You can't just say stupid stuff like that, knowing its not true. You're just trying to change the subject so it makes me seem like the bad guy here." I say.
Will steps closer to me, his face fuming in anger.
"I'm always the bad guy, aren't I?" He asks me.
"Yeah you are!" I say as I move to my right before he could step closer to me.
That's when I feel the tight grip of his hand form on my upper arm.
I turn around to look at him but all I wanted to do was get out of that house.
His hold was hurting me but I didn't want to tell him that, and I didn't.
I take my free arm and pull his hand off of me.
"I'm leaving." I say.
I start walking away again, this time a hand doesn't grip my arm.
"So, what? You're just going to leave me like this?" Will asks behind me.
I don't say anything I just keep walking towards the door.
Will rushes up beside me and blocks the door.
"Of course you are, you always leave when things get tough." He says.
I look him in the eyes and I feel mine sting a little bit.
I didn't want to cry in front of him, and I kept it like that. I didn't want to cry anymore to make myself appear weak.
Will looks at me, which I can tell even though I'm not looking at him.
"I'm so-"
I cut him off by walking back into the hallway.
"(Y/N)." Will says after me.
I turn my head to see him coming behind me.
I turn to my left and close the door to the bathroom, locking it so he doesn't bother me.
"(Y/N), come on. I'm sorry for this whole thing." He says through the door.
I sit down on the toilet cover and just relax peacefully knowing I'll be okay in here.
"(Y/N), say something to me." He says.
I laugh and cross my arms over my chest.
"Being with you was a mistake." I say.
My eyes start to water as I mentally take back what I said as I remembered back when we first started dating and how nervous I was just to eat in front of him and how he always wiped his hands on his pant legs as he got nervous.
A few sniffles come out of my nose and I rub my eyes.
"I'll do whatever it takes to be the mistake you can't live without." He says.
I smile at his words slightly.
I start to get up when I hear him sniffle.
I knew it was bad to think guys couldn't cry and that they didn't have feelings, etc, but it really did surprise me when I heard him cry.
I couldn't say anything, what would I even say?
Instead of saying something, I unlocked the door.
He wasn't sitting on the ground like I expected to see, instead he was right there leaning against the wall in front of me, looking really good in his black t-shirt and jeans.
"I'm sorry." I say.
"Don't be." He says as he walks up to me and hugs me.
His arm snakes around my waist as his right hand comes in contact with the back of my head.
He lied his chin on my head and kept doing what he was doing.
I just sat there in his arms, instantly feeling really warm because he was warm and because of the feelings I had for him that stirred inside of me.

A/N
In all honesty to myself, I make it sound like he's an alcoholic, which I don't think is necessarily true.
So sorry for that but I did use a little bit of a song in there and that song is The High Road by Three Days Grace.
Enjoy!