Alex Gaskarth Imagines

The Exes Strike Back (Part 2)

HOW DARE YOU WRITE THAT WONDERFUL ALEX IMAGINE AND NOT HAVE THEM GET BACK TOGETHER IN THE END. PLEASE DO A PART 2

AN Hey guys! So this is the 14th Alex Gaskarth imagine which thus marks the turning point where I add these onto Wattpad! I'm so excited! I mean nothing is really gonna change, except if you like Wattpad's format better than tumblr and if you wanna be notified when a chapter comes up, that's there. So yeah! That's about all that changes. I'm actually updating pretty recently I'm very happy. Thanks so much for your guys' support, it means a lot. I love you! Enjoy xx

Alex's POV

    Thinking back about what I did to hurt Y/N really made me want to punch myself in the face. How could I have done that to her? And she won't even take me back. It's not that I expected her to, I was just so ready to jump with both feet in, and she just basically pushed me off the diving board.

    When you break someone's trust, you can't get it back. Not easily at least. That's what Jack told me. The entire time I was with him last night he had an "I told you so" face on. I would punch him if I could, but I deserved it.

    When I was with Meghan, I completely forgot about Y/N. I forgot about her feelings, I forgot about her actually being my girlfriend. Instead she was put in the back of my mind, and all I thought about was how I felt about Meghan. Seeing her face when she ran from my house, playing it over and over again in my head, that could break someone. That image is enough to cause me to hate myself for the rest of my life. I'm pretty damn close to it.

    Y/N started us both off slow. Every day I'd ask her if we could hang out, but she had been telling me no, that she wasn't ready. I understood she needed time to heal, but damn, how long could she take. It was two weeks after I begged her to take me back. She answered the call I had and I almost threw my phone to the ground in nervousness.

    "Hello?" she answered, her voice raspy as if she just woke up.

    "Morning sleepyhead," I grinned. Hearing her voice after she just woke up was something I could never grow tired of.

    "Alex? What time is it?" I heard her let out a small groan from a stretch.

    "It's about time for me to come over actually."

    "I don't remember agreeing to that."

    "You didn't, I just wanted to see you. Can I?" There was a long pause before I heard her take a deep breath. This was a good sign, it meant she was thinking about it.

    "I guess so, Alex, yeah, come on over."

    "Alright see you soon."

    "Bye."

    "Bye." She hung up. "I love you," I whispered to myself. I shook my head and started to do what I could to get ready. Why Y/N was taking a nap at six in the evening was beyond me, but I didn't mind. As long as I got to see her.

    I grabbed the shirt she once told me was her favorite that I wore and waltzed out of my place. She was the only thing I was thinking about. Meghan was a has been. She wasn't even important anymore. All I really wanted was Y/N. She was all that I thought about.

    I arrived at her place, getting myself worked up. My heart rate had been skyrocketing and I uneasily knocked on the door. She answered in short shorts and a low tank top. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she didn't try to look presentable. She didn't need to though, she was perfect like this. I loved her like this. I looked down her tank top on accident before meeting her eyes. She crossed her arms, blocking my view and arched an eyebrow.