Imagines H.G.

The Shy Poet

Requested by Bellaemily

Hayes pov

She's been in her room all day. Almost all week. It kills me that, as her boyfriend, I'm not helping her. I can't even talk to her because I don't know what to say.

I'm not a girl. I dont know what will hurt her more. Or make her cry. I huff as I sit on the couch by myself, wondering what to do.

I hear little pitter patter down the stairs and see Emily wrapped in a blanket. I sit up and face her.

"Emily, baby. Come here",I say gently.

She ignores me and continues walking to the kitchen. I run towards her and throw her over my shoulder. She groans and hits my back. I walk back over to the couch and sit down, setting her on my lap with her head in my neck.

"What's wrong?", I ask her.

"Nothing, I'm just hungry",she says in a small voice.

"Do you want food or ice cream? Because I'm want some ice cream",I ask her.

"I want ice cream",she says looking up at me like a little kid.

I kiss her forehead and set her on the couch next to me while I get up and get her ice cream. I get the vanilla out of the freezer and put some into two bowls. I put some whip cream and  chocolate syrup on top.

I sprinkle some peanuts and strawberry pieces on top and grab two spoons. I walk back into the living room and see Emily still curled up on the couch, wrapped in her blanket.

I kiss her forehead and hand her her ice cream as her eyes light up.

"Thank you",I hear her say quietly.

We sit in silence and eat our ice cream. Every few seconds I take a small glance at her and smile every time. She looks so tired, like a little kid waking up early for school, still snuggled in her blanket.

We finish our ice cream and I take our bowls to the sink to wash them. I sit back next to her on the couch and pull her onto my lap.

"So what's wrong?",I ask gently, not wanting to make her sad.

"Nothing",she says.

"I don't believe you",I say, squinting at her.

"I'm fine, I swear",she says and looks down.

I lift her chin with my finger and look into her eyes. I can tell she's trying to look fine but I can also tell she's not. I can tell she's struggling. And I can tell she's hurt.

She quickly looked away and slightly smiled.

"Ill make it through this, it will just take me awhile",she says.

I could tell she was hurting and her pain was deep. But she though it was just hers. But shes wrong, her struggles are my struggles. If she's going through something then I'm going through it with her.

I took her held and held it in mine.

"Listen, I know your hurting and your stressing, I don't exactly know why, but we will get through this. Your burdens are my burdens. You struggles are my struggles. Your problems are my problems. And your pain is my pain. I will help you get through this. I love you and I hate to see you hurting. So let me help you?",I ask.

"Of course",she says and kisses me.

If you love someone you will do whatever it takes to make them happy.

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I hope you like it Emily, I wasn't exactly sure how to end it. I'm also still taking requests so someone comment.

-Mac