Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Just Go Away

Y/N P.O.V.

"Dylan..."

"Hey, I'm going to take a shower, ok?"

"No, wait."

He looked at me. I pointed at the table.

"Oh, sorry, babe. I totally forgot our dinner."

"Just the dinner?"

"Yeah. I'll take a shower, and then we can spend a time together."

"Dylan."

"What?"

"What day is today?"

"Friday?"

"You forgot it."

"I forgot what?"

"Our fucking anniversary!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just... I'm really tired, babe. I'll take a shower, the we can do something, I promise."

"No! You're not going to take a shower. Not until you tell me how could you forget it!"

"Maybe because I'm working my ass off?"

"Oh, really? But you remembered your ex's birthday!"

"Look, Y/N..."

"I always do everything for you, Dylan. I'm always doing things for us! How could you forget it! You're a fucking asshole!"

He raises his hand and I feel my cheek burning. I put my hand on my cheek and he looks at me scared.

"Y-Y/N... I-I didn't mean to..."

"Don't fucking touch me!"

"I'm sorry. Oh my god. I'm so sorry, babe."

I feel my tears streaming down my cheeks and I ran to my room, I lock the door and I her Dylan trying to open it.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Please, open the door. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you. I'm sorry for everything. I would never hurt you. I'm sorry. Please, forgive me. Open the door, babe."

"Leave me alone!"

"Y/N please, I-I'm so sorry."

"Just go away, Dylan. Please."

I'm sorry for the sad imagine, but life is sad

Okay. Update on this stupid life I have. This girl in my computer science fair is being such an ass to me saying that I should leave. Bish, stfu. Smh. And I'm learning to dance, but like I fail at life so, yeah it sucks.