Younower Imagines

Leave Me // Blake Gray

"Sorry guys, I can't make it tonight. Tell Bart I'm sick" Blake giggled as Y/n slowly danced her fingers along his side.

He heard Cameron let out a loud sigh from the other side of the line.

"You can't keep canceling this stuff, man. This is important for Magcon, and besides, Bart is getting suspicious."

"Ugh. Fine, fine. Okay. I'll be there in 20 minutes."
With a frown, Blake hung up the phone.

He sighed, looking down at his girlfriend, who had a playful frown on her lips.

"Don't weave me, Blakey" she said in a child voice, her arms wrapping around his masculine frame in attempts to keep him near her.

He giggled as he pressed a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

Moment with her, like this, is what he lives for, and he hated leaving them.

"I'll only be for a few hours. In the mean time, I want you to make your special home made pizza, and your amazing brownies. That way, when I get back, we can have our Saturday nights as always."
Y/n smiled up at him, her eyes beaming at how she had ever been so lucky.

She never knew she had deserved someone so perfect.

Perfection. It was a debatable topic, and always had been. She never believe perfection had existed, not anywhere but in books. But now, she's in love with perfection. She has the boy that defines perfection right in the palm of her hand, and she never plans on changing that.

"I love you so much, my baby" she whispered.

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her one more time before packing up his stuff.

"I'll be back later. I love you, my angel."

"I love you more!" He heard her say, before walking out and into his car.

The meeting was easy. Normal discussions about their amount of sales, amount of time before a new upcoming tour. It was a shorter time than he had thought, and he was more than happy to pack up his bags and go home to Y/n.

"Blake, can we all talk to you?" Hunter asked nervously, all of the boys having a trace of fear among their faces.

Blake instantly knew the topic was serious, and he was definitely in for helping and fixing whatever the problem was.

Setting down all the items he had just picked up, Blake quickly nodded in response.

"Yes, of course guys, what is it?"
All of the guys gave eachother a look, a look of pure confusion and guilt.

Cameron was the first to speak, stuttering out incoherant sentences, and no matter how hard Blake had tried to pick up a single word, it was nearly impossible.

"We just thought—we were thinking that—you see it's like—"
"We want you to break up with Y/N" Hunter jumped in.

Blake was shocked at the words being thrown at him, almost like he couldn't believe it. How could his best friends, his brothers, want him to break up with the love of his life?

"No. No. You guys—you guys can't be serious. Right?" Blake whispered.

"It's just," Aaron began, his voice soft, as if he felt guilty for picking their side, "It's just that she's really getting in the way of things. She's getting in the way of things that really matter. You don't even want to come to meetings, rehearsal , writing sessions. It's all her now, and it shouldn't be. You worked so hard on this, we all did, as a group. We always put one another first. Then this girl—"