Alex Gaskarth Imagines

Roots and Branches

I've been going through a lot lately and I was wondering if u could write an imagine for me based off the song Roots and Branches by This Wild Life? Where y/n is depressed bc she feels alone and worthless but then Alex (atl) comes along somehow and becomes a huge part of her life and her best friend. Then they get in a fight one day over something and the next day apologizes and accidentally let's it slip that he loves her? Sry if it's too much u don't have to

AN Yo guys, I'm doing a double update tonight, so I hope you're all chill about it, that's pretty neat. I'm updating one of my fanfics, it's not a long chapter, but at least it's an update, ya feel? I hope you guys like this, I love you lots and please know that my ask is always ALWAYS open, okay? Don't lose your fight xx

Warning: self deprecating thoughts

Your POV

The yelling, the crying, I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't handle my parents constantly yelling at each other. It wasn't just them that ruined me, but they definitely didn't help. I felt so alone without a whole lot of friends by my side. Even if I did have them, they didn't want to hear about my problems. They didn't want to hear about the self destructive thoughts. I climbed out of my window to escape the constant yelling in my house. It wasn't one I liked hearing.

I started walking and let the tears fall from my eyes. I wasn't really crying, there wasn't much I could do about my family life. I wasn't heaving with emotion, I was just letting it flow. There's not much that I can do. Am I meant to be alone? Is there anyone out there for me at all, or will I just always feel this way.

My hood was up as I continued to walk. With my tears falling, I made my way to the park. It's where I always went when I didn't know what else to do. I felt the grass brush against my converse, the dew dampening them.

I made my way to the bench. It was probably going to be wet from the condensation, but it felt better being trapped in my own home. Sometimes I didn't know who they were anymore. I was never really happy living there. Sometimes I wished someone would take me away.

"You don't look like you belong here," a deep voice brought me from my thoughts, and I looked up to see who he is. "Hello," he smiled.

"Hi," I sniffled, wiping my nose on my sleeve.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked me. He motioned for him to sit, and I nodded, scooting over to let him sit down next to me.

"Just trying to escape," I told him, looking up. His smile was welcoming. I may not know him, but I felt like I wanted to.

"What're you trying to escape?"

"My life."

"Ah," he breathed out. He looked up to the night sky. "I know how that feels."

"What're you doing out here?" I asked him.

"This is where I get my inspiration from. I write things. Anything from songs to poetry to stories, and here, right here is raw inspiration."

I nodded, turning my attention to the giant tree in front of us. "Do you ever feel like a tree?" I said suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like, a tree that has hard skin to protect you from the outside. My walls are so high, sometimes I wonder if anyone will ever care enough to crawl over them."

He nodded, and we sat in silence for a while. "What's your name?" was the first thing he said after minutes of quietness.

"Y/N," I answered. "Yours?"