Lately Brendon had been really stressed. You could tell by the way he was acting. Everyday he would come home from the studio, slam the front door and go straight to our room. He'd stay there until you told him dinner was ready, then he'd stomp downstairs, get his plate and go back upstairs. You didn't ask him what was wrong because he probably wouldn't want to be disturbed, so you just left it.
One day he came home from the studio, in one of his moods again. You were in the kitchen preparing dinner, when he came into the kitchen and watched you for a while. 'You alright, Bren?' You said, chopping up some peppers. He ignored your question. 'You're doing it wrong' he muttered.
'Oh...am I? How am I supposed to do it?' You asked.
'Properly! I don't wanna eat food that you haven't prepared properly Y/N!' He yelled at me.
'But I don't know what I'm doing wrong!' You protested.
'Oh fucks sake you always do everything wrong! Why can't you ever do anything RIGHT!?' He shouted, running upstairs. 'What the hell was that about?' You thought to yourself, shrugging it off.
Later on that day, you were watching TV in the sitting room when Brendon came and sat down beside you. 'Babe I need to talk to you' he said, quietly.
'What's up?' You said.
'Look, I'm sorry for acting this way. Its just, my manager said that if I don't get this album completed and released by next Monday, he'll fire me and I'm just under so much pressure right now. I'm so so so sorry for how I've been treating you' he said.
'Aw B its OK, you know I'll support you through anything' you replied, pulling him into a hug. He kissed you gently on the lips, careful not to be too rough. 'I love you B' you whispered.
'I love you too Y/N. So much' Brendon said back.
Hi guys! So this is my first imagine and I'm sorry that it's quite short and not very good:/ But I'm open to requests so feel free to leave them and comment what you thought! Thanks :D
