nick robinson imagines

love bites

Nick is never around anymore due to filming, but when he comes back drunk and you find out he cheats on you, everything falls apart.

I woke up to the sound of loud thuds on the floor and the walls coming from downstairs. I looked at my clock; 2:37am.

I crept down the stairs to see Nick, my fiancée, with bags under his eyes, struggling to stand up.

I ran to him and held onto his shoulders, helping him to stand up properly without falling.

"What do you want?" He asks me sternly. I was shocked by the remark he made towards me when he saw me. No hello or anything. I realize he's drunk, thought that's still not an excuse for talking to me like that, but I haven't seen him in a couple of days.

I never see Nick anymore. He's always filming or at clubs. And, no, he didn't tell me this himself; I see pictures of him taken by the paparazzi's that my friends send to me. I hardly even speak to him anymore, it just feels like everything is falling apart.

"You're clearly drunk, I wanted to see if you were okay. I— I haven't seen you in a while." I say, faintly.

"What are you my mother?" He starts. "Jesus, you don't have to see me every second of the day."

"Nick it would just be nice to see you, or even talk to you." I say to him.

He rolls his eyes. "I'm going up to bed." Before he can walk up the stairs, I grab his hand and turn him around.

Right as I do that, I see something. On his neck.

"Nick, are those— hickies?" I ask him in disbelief, looking at the love bites on his neck.

"(y/n), I can explain—"

"Explain what? That you cheated on me? Nick, how could you?" I say to him, wiping tears from my eyes.

"I swear—"

"Nick, don't lie to me. I want the fucking truth. What happened tonight?" I ask him sternly.

After thinking for a minute, he finally gives in. "Okay. I— I had sex with a girl at the club tonight. It was a one time thing I promise." He says to me casually. "It just things with us weren't very good so—"

"Nick get the fuck out of this house." I say to him, screaming and crying.

"We can talk about this in the morning." He told me.

"No! You fucking bastard!" I scream at him. "Get the fuck out of my house!"

I can't believe he would cheat on me. I knew things with us weren't good but I didn't know he would do this. I can't believe this. I can't believe him.

After a few moments, Nick still won't leave.

"If you're not fucking leaving, then I am." I say to him as I grab my coat.

"No, (y/n), wait, I—"

Before he could finish I slam the front door in his face. I walk outside on our porch and into he rain.