Brooklyn Beckham imagine's

Fight

You walked inside your shared apartment with Brooklyn right behind you.
He slammed the door and sat down on the couch with his head resting in his hands.
"You're being completely immature," you said.
Brooklyn lifted his head up.
"Me?" He said, "I'm the immature one? You were the one flirting with that guy!"
"Why the hell would I flirt with another guy? You're my boyfriend!"
Brooklyn stood up and faced me.
He looked me in the eye.
"I thought I was."
And those four words made you crack.
You had slapped him and slammed the door shut in your guys' room before he had realized what he had done.
He chased after you yelling, "Wait no! Y/N I didn't mean it!"
Brooklyn stopped in front of your room and tried to open the door, but it was locked.
He has been begging for you to come out over and over again for the past twenty minutes.
He's still begging.
And you don't think he's going to stop anytime soon.
"Y/N? Babygirl? Please forgive me. I was so stupid and I regret everything I did tonight. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was jealous and... Well.... He just seemed so much better than me... You deserve more that the jealous jerk that I am. Just please let me see your beautiful face again."
You got up, unlocked the door and sat on the edge of the bed immediately after.
Brooklyn took that as an invite into the bedroom and ran in. He pulled you into a hug and started sobbing into the crook of your shoulder.
You kissed his cheek and started calming him down by running your hands through his hair and murmuring in his ear that you forgave him and that you were sorry for blowing up on him when you got home.
He stopped crying and stood holding you wondering how lucky he had have been when he got you.
You and Brooklyn later got ready for bed and fell asleep in each other's arms

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