Austin Mahome Imagines

#4

*Warning- Contains self harming, sadness, anorexia, etc.*

#Imagine he leaves and doesn't come back... Or does he?

He left a month ago. You sit at home all day and act like you don't care but deep down you want him to come back to you. You want him to hold you again. To tell you everything will be okay. To kiss you and hug you again. You pray that he will come home. Your apartment is empty without him in it. As you sit on the couch you think of what It would be like to have him back again.

You walk to the bathroom and look at your reflection. And now you think, he would never want you back. You strip down to your bra and panties and look at yourself in the mirror again. Tears come to your eyes as you think of all the reasons why he wouldn't want to come back to you. You have cuts all over your wrists, arms, and legs. You haven't eaten properly in over a month and you can almost see your rib cage. Your eyes have dark purple circles around them from lack of sleep. Your eyes are always red and puffy from crying so much. Why would he want to come back to a broken girl like you?

You leave your discarded clothing on the bathroom floor and walk into your bedroom that you used to share with him. All his clothes are still hear. He never came back to get them when he left. You dig through his old drawers and pull out his old favorite t-shirt he used to wear all the time around the house. You pull it over your head and crawl into your side of the bed you two used to share. It's so big without him in it now. As you lay in silence you begin to sob. Your crawl over to his side of the bed and curl up into a tight ball and sob louder and more uncontrollably.

Austin's P.O.V.

I can't do this anymore. I miss her too much. She was the love of my life and I walked out on her like she was nothing to me when she was my whole world. No. She still is my whole world. I climbed out of bed and  headed to my dresser and hurriedly put clean clothes on. I ran down the stair case, grabbed my keys by the door, and sprinted to my car.

I drove down her street nervously. My hands were sweating all over the sterring wheel. I kept wiping my palms on my jeans as I pulled into her drive way.

"You can do  this." I said to myself.

I opened my car door and walked up her walk way to the front door of her apartment. I rang the door bell but there was no answer. I knocked a few times and waited. Still no answer. Her car is in the drive way so I know she is home. I looked under the mat where we used to keep the spare key. With my luck, it was still there.

I put the key in the lack and slowly turned the key. Trying not to make too much noise. Click. The door was unlocked and I slowly turned the door knob.

"(Y/N)." I called out. There was no answer.  "(Y/N)." I called out again a little louder. Still the apartment was completely silent.

I walked into the living room. Nothing. The kitchen. Nothing. The hall bathroom. Nothing. And the spare bedroom. Nothing. There is only one place she could be and that's our old bedroom.

I took quiet step to the floor, trying not to startle her. I turned the knob slowly and cracked the door peeking in. Tears sprung to my eyes when I saw her.

"Oh my God."

Your P.O.V

You swear you hear his voice but you think your going mad. He won't come back. Your uncontrollable sobs have now come to silent tears and shaking.

You lay in complete utter silence and that's when you hear your door creak open.

"Oh my God." It was his voice. But it can't be him. You wish it was but you know he wouldn't come back.

You hear rushed foot steps coming at you but you ignore it. You still believe it's all in your head... Until you feel yourself being lifted off the bed and placed into someone's lap.

"Austin?" You ask unsure, still not looking, scared it might all be in your head.

"Yes. Baby I'm here. Please look at me. Please. Let be see your beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes."

Your eyes flutter open and you can't believe he is here. "Your not real." You state. "Your all in my head."

"No baby no. I'm here. It's really me." He says with  tears in his eyes. He takes a hand and slowly places it on your cheek. You gasp at his touch. They really were his hands. Rough and calloused from playing the guitar. You place your hand over his and let the tears fall and so does he. You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck hugging him as tightly as you could, which wasn't very tight.

"Your so thin. So so thin." He whispers in your ear as he holds you close.

"I know." You sob.

"Shh. Baby don't cry I'm here now. It will get better I promise." He whispers.

"I love you Austin."

"I love you too, (Y/N)."

*1 Year Later*

You and Austin are now married with a baby on the way. He got you a therapist help for your cutting and anorexia. And he promised to never leave you again.

THE END. (Sorry it sucked)