Romantic One Shots & Imagines

One Shot #25: Bad Day

                Worst day ever. Could it have gotten worse? You didn't even want to think about how much worse it could have been. All you wanted to do was get home as fast as you could and slip straight into bed. The heavy traffic didn't help at all. You turned the radio on as you waited for the cars to move up. Trying to find peace within the music, the buzz from your phone grabs your attention. You open the text:

~Hey! You home?~

You text your boyfriend back. ~Not yet. I'm stuck in traffic.~

~That sucks :/ Wanna come over when you get out? I can order out.~

~I'm sorry. I had a very bad day and I just want to strip and go to bed~

~Strip you say? Mind if I come over?~

~Listen, I just want peace and quiet and sleep. I am so done with today...~

~Sorry : (~

                 You throw your phone back into your bag. Irritation radiates from your fingers. Your knuckles turn white as you clench the steering wheel. You were just angry; you didn't know why anymore. After a while, traffic got better and making it back home was easier. Relief flooded in as you pulled into your driveway.

                 You wasted no time stripping. One by one, clothes fell off, leaving a trail from the door to the room. Looking for something to wear, you come across one of your boyfriend's t-shirts that he left over. Memories from the first time you saw him in it came back. Immediately, you throw it on. His scent on you, the cool feeling of your untouched sheets... For the first time that day, you felt at ease.

                Tranquility was quickly replaced with guilt as you thought back to your texts. You didn't mean to blow up like that on him. You just wanted to be alone with your bed. Now, its as if the whole concept of sleep is foreign. Your active mind has yet to cease, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts. Considering if you should call him, your doorbell suddenly rings.

                                             "Hey." Your boyfriend greets from the other side. He clutches a shopping bag and a box of pizza.

                                             "I'm sorry. About Earlier. In the text. I'm sorry." You blurt.

                                              He chuckles. "All is forgiven... under one condition."

                                              "What?"

                                             "You let me in and accept my abundance of comfort food." He says as he raises the bag.

               Quickly, you help him as he walks in. He bought pizza from your favorite pizzeria, pop, your favorite candy and a rental movie. It was something the both of you wanted to see, so you were eager to watch it. Without hesitation, you were able to find comfort in his arms. It was as if he was supposed to be here all along. As you told him about your day, you thanked God for letting him be yours.

The End.