James Maslow Imagines (Clean Version)

Misunderstanding

"Next up on E, James Maslow and Halston Sage...how far is their relationship?"

The question loomed darkly in your head as the news reporter flashed a

smile, displaying it brightly to the audience that listened to the

gossip she had to offer. But how much of it was gossip and how much

was truth? You had continually asked yourself that question as each

day passed, James no longer at your side.

The excuse of staying late at work proved less meaningful in your book

as it was used more frequently. You wanted so desperately to share how

you felt. Did he know you cried yourself to sleep each night? Did he

know the amount of twitter feed that reached you with support for the

so called Jalston?

You had promised the both of you that you wouldn't believe the lies of

Hollywood but as evidence was uncovered each day, it was getting

harder to trust others more than the man you truly loved.

A battered old suitcase lay at your feet as a few tears slipped their

faulty prison, reminding you painfully of the memories of moving in

with your boyfriend. You had used the same bag when you had came, now

you were using the same bag to leave.

Sharp clicks from the door signaled James' long said arrival as you

noticed the door slowly creak open, your hand reaching towards the

remote to lower the show that had added to what brought you over the

edge and past your limit.

"Babe?" His clear voice rang in your head as you remained silent, too

scared to speak in fear of falling into his lies once more and

believing every word he said. Even if he played with you, you still

loved him.

Choosing to remain silent, your downcast head caught only glimpses of

the way he had froze when he saw your form on the couch and the way

his eyes had widened when they caught sight of the suitcase that you

had packed the same day. Stepping towards you, his body lowered to the

floor as he kneeled in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks in

an attempt to force your gaze towards him.

"(y/n), what's wrong?" The sentiment that filled the question brought

your tears to strengthen, falling over his bare hand as you were

forced to look at James and display the emotions that had been

building up within you for weeks. Even months. Casting your gaze to

the floor once more, your soft whisper was only strong enough to reach

his ears.

"I can't take this anymore."

"Take what?" There it is was again. The time for you to speak. But