Imagine If....

He Never Forgot You...

*Based off the song Never Forget You by Zara Larsson!*

As you got ready for the party, your mood was considerably higher than it has been in the past few weeks. You had to admit, you were looking pretty damn good. Y/C/H was up in a crown braid around your head. On most occasions, you didn't wear makeup. Today was the exact opposite. You somehow managed to surround Y/C/E in a dramatic cat eye look, giving your face a mysterious appearance. You finished off your eyes with a nude eyeshadow, highlighting your eyes rather than changing them. To top off your look, a layer of pink lipstick called Innocence coated your lips.

Taking a look at yourself in the mirror, you let your eyes roam over the rest of your outfit. The dress you are wearing is a maroon colored lace dress with half sleeves. A small black belt went around the middle of the dress. You decided to go simple with the shoes and just wear a pair of black sandals. As your eyes caught sight of the dress again, you frowned.

The last time you wore this dress, is when your life fell apart. You were wearing this dress the day you came home, hoping to see your boyfriend after a long work trip across the country. Instead, you found another woman, sitting around in nothing but one of his shirts. Tears form in your eyes as you think back to the incident that had only happened weeks ago.

You were practically falling asleep as you sat in the cab, waiting for it to take you home. It had been a long week and a half, but you finally were home after an excruciating business trip across the country. Base on your texts with Mark from last night, you weren't the only one that was excited for you to be coming home.

Without thinking about it, You pulled out your phone and quickly texted Mark, telling him you were almost home and you couldn't wait to see him. It wasn't long after the text was sent did the cab drop you off in front of the house.

It only took you a few minutes to pay the driver, grab your bag, and get out. It seemed that the minute you closed the cab door, the driver had sped off down the street. Careful much? The energy wasn't in you to pick up your suitcase and carry it, so you just dragged it across the ground as you made your way up to the front door.

Your mind was blown at the fact that Mark hadn't busted out of the house at the sight of you in the driveway. You shook your head as you realised he was probably in the shower. When you got up to the front door, it stood open slightly which puzzled you. Mark was anal about the fact that the door always had to be closed, no matter what.

You pushed the door open with the tip of your shoe. Peeking inside, you saw nothing out of the ordinary, just an empty living room. A breath you didn't know you were holding came out as you made your ways towards the kitchen on the other side of the living room.

"Mark, I'm home!" You called out towards the staircase. Setting your suitcase down, you finished making your way towards the kitchen. You stopped dead in your tracks at what you saw. A woman, roughly 5'7 with long, flowing black hair stood in your kitchen, making a cup of coffee. The thing that shocked you the most was the only thing she had on, was one of Mark's button down flannels. Hey, those were your shirts to wear, not hers!

You pushed down your anger for a second as you cleared your throat to grab the woman's attention. "Excuse me, but who the fuck are you? And why the hell are you in my kitchen?" This statement made the woman turn around, with the coffee cup in hands. She looked at you, her big lips pouting at you slightly.

"Isn't it obvious?" Somehow a sultry tone crept into her voice, and you didn't like it one bit. With your anger now boiling over, you stomped your way over towards the staircase.