Jared Gilmore Imagines

Shattered Heart | J.G.

Author's Note: I am aware that Jared would never do something like this but hey, this is an imagine. Please answer the question at the end. Enjoy!

Synopsis: Jared hurts the reader.

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I was sitting on the large couch by the kitchen, waiting for Jared to come home. Last week, he came back from filming in Canada and we haven't had time to be with each other. For the past few days, he has been going out with his friends to all different kinds of pubs.

At first, I was totally fine with it. Then, day after day. He left at night and came back before sunrise and then slept all day. Waking up and doing the same thing over and over again.

This time, I was tired of it all. I understand that he wants to spend time with his friends but I'm his girlfriend and we haven't spend time together ever since he came back.

I looked at the clock on the table beside me, reading the current time 2:45 AM. I was trying not to fall asleep, my eyelids closing with every second passing.

I opened my eyes fast, at the sound of a door closing shut. Looking in front of me, was Jared; in a drunk state if I may say.

"Jared do you even know what time it is?" I said.

"Y/N dd-oon't worry ab-bout it." he said, letting out a small giggle.

"It's 3 AM, why are you coming home at this time, and drunk!" I exclaimed.

His mood seemed to change fast, into an angry one.

"Don't tell me what to do! You're not my mom okay." he said harshly.

"Ja-" I tried to call his name.

"No! All you do is boss me around, you're so annoying God! Sometimes I wish I never met you!"

"You don't mean that." I said, trying to convince me more than him.

"I do." he said, walking towards the front door.

"Where are you going?" I said stepping in front of the door, stopping him from taking a step further.

"Away from you." he said, grabbing my arm and pulling my arm harshly.

I let out a small scream and fell to the floor due to the irresistible pain going through my left arm. I then heard a door slam shut and looked up to the space where his figure used to be. Tears flowing down my eyes, the never ceasing pain making me whimper louder every time.

I sat on the floor and that was it. He left me all alone, feeling cold with a probably broken arm. But that didn't compare to the pain of my broken heart and feeling of emptiness inside me.

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Author's Note: The last part I found it on Tumblr and that gave me the inspiration to write this. Hope you like it! Thank you so much for almost 1,000 reads! I couldn't be happier. Love you guys.

I have a question though: What kind of imagines do you guys want me to write?