The Keith Moon Imagines Book

Prove It

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Imagine sitting in your room alone, waiting for Keith to come home. You sat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with the ends of your blanket with a sad expression upon your face. This was, what felt like, the hundredth night in a row Keith didn't get home before the morning. You wanted to cry out of anger or sadness or just over him in general, but you kept your tears to yourself, regardless of the fact there was no one else there to see them. You heard the lock on the front door turn, and you still couldn't help feeling that little bit of excitement to see him that you used to get. You heard him stumble into the house, trying best he could to close the door quietly. It was just now 2am and he'd been out doing a gig that ended hours ago, but you weren't stupid. You knew what was going on. He quietly opened the bedroom door, peaking his head through the crack to see you there. He gave you a small smile as he opened the door a little wider.

"Oh, you're awake," he said as he tossed his bag into a nearby chair.

You responded by barely nodding your head. You felt numb at this point, but you were getting used to it now, it was actually comfortable.

A frown appeared on his face as he watched you, "What's gotten into you? Why so glum?" He asked.

Your eyes flickered up to meet his with a knowing look. His eyes went from confused to guilty.

You nodded your head, beginning to feel your tears well up in your eyes, "That's what I thought."

"What do you mean by that? I haven't the faintest idea of what you're going on about," he said, his voice a little raised now.

"Oh come on, Keith," you yelled, violently wiping the tears that had spilled out off of your cheeks as you shot up, "do you think I'm an idiot? Really, you must."

"(Y/n)-"

He moved closer to you, but you held you hand out and stopped him before he could touch you.

"No," you said, your voice becoming shaky now, "why don't you go back to all your fans, I'm sure they'll treat you nicer anyway, give you a fun night."

His face dropped and he shook he head, trying to think of a response.

"(Y/n), you know I don't want them," he said in a softer voice than before.

You glared up at him, "That's a lie. You want them a hell of a lot more than you want me, thats quite clear. I know, Keith," his face got sadder with every word, he couldn't deny that he was guilty, "I know about all of the girls, all of the drinking, all of it, okay? You can stop lying to me."

You walked towards the door and grabbed a jacket while you were at it. He watched you silently, trying to hold back his tears now too.

"And you know what? It's fine. I don't care anymore, I'll just go-"

But before you could he had to pinned against the back of the door, put his hands on the wall on either side of you.

"What the hell-"

"You can't go, (y/n). You can't leave me. Please," he said as he leaned his head against your forehead, "please."

You started to sob but continued to speak, "Keith, I don't know what you want me to do! How can you expect me to stay when all you ever do is leave me here alone, always wondering where the hell you are? I can't-"

But he pressed his lips against yours, stopping you momentarily. You wanted him so badly, but you denied yourself and broke away.

"No," you cried, "I can't, you can't."

"I'm so sorry," he said, his voice became shaky too, and when you looked up you saw how sad he looked and it broke your heart, "I can't tell you how sorry I am. I'll stop, I'll stop it all. The girls, the drinking, the drugs. I'll stop. I promise. Just," he wrapped his arms around you now, pulling you into him and burying his face in your neck, "please don't leave me. I don't know what I'll do without you. You don't know what that would do to me."

You couldn't stop yourself from hugging him back. He was helpless and you could see that. He was like a child in this moment, begging for help, and you would never forgive yourself if you left him.

"Keith," you whispered as you let your fingers tangle in his hair, "you promise?"

He pulled back and cupped your face in his hands, his huge, desperate eyes roaming your face as he nodded his head furiously, "God, yes. I promise, I love you. I love you so much," he said before he pressed you tightly against the wall again and kissed you like his life depended on it.

You didn't deny yourself this time. You let your fingers tangle in his dark hair, you let his hands move down your waist and you let him keep kissing you. It felt new again now. Each touch meant more than the last, leaving chills all over you as he lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

His grip tightened on your thighs as you let your tongue slide into his mouth, batting for dominance with his. He walked you over to the bed and the two of you collapsed on each other. He kissed you harder now, pressing himself as close as he could be to you.

"You have no idea how much I love you, (y/n)," he breathed between kisses.

You gripped his hair gently, but tightly in your fingers, earning a quiet moan from him as you yanked his head up to look into those brown eyes.

"You love me?" You questioned, watching him pant as he looked back at you with those seemingly innocent eyes as his hands still clung tightly to your waist.

He nodded, "yes, yes you know I do," he said through his bated breath.

You pulled him back down to brush your lips against his, feeling how desperate he was for you now.

"Then prove it," you breathed onto his lips.

And he didn't hesitate to do so.