Mindless Behavior Preferences and Imagines

Words

Inspired partly by the video of Emile Sandé ~My Kind Of Love~

Your P.O.V.

I sit here against the wall, my breathing heavy and uneven. My chest heaving up and down. My bloodshot eyes focused directly on him. I sit here with my head hanging low and both of my arms on either side of me, hands sill clenched in fists. As I sit here images of moments before begin to flash back and forth.

The both of us sitting on opposite sides of the room in the same anger filled positions. The pictures of flying vases, shattered frames, an harsh words being thrown continue to replay as I look around at the shattered shards of glass everywhere. Each of us hurt by one anothers words.

Every word he shouted literally pierced me. They say words don't hurt, but in this case every word that was spat hit home like a bullet to the body. Beginning to feel remorse I look up to him, Prince, as if on queue he does the same. The longer I look the more I hear his words ringing in my ears 'I can't stand you Y/n' 'I f****** hate you' 'Was this ever love?'

'Was this ever love?' That one continued to ring in my ears. 'Was this ever love?' It was the worst. 'Was this ever love?' What made him question our love? 'Was this ever love?' Does he really think that this was something fake? 'Was this ever love?' As it continued to replay in my head my anger turned in frustration in which in turn turned into pure remorse and sadness.

I look back up to see him looking at me feeling exactly how I am feeling, with tears brimming his eyes as well as mine. He gets up and begins walking towards me as I do the same...

Prince's P.O.V.

I sit across the destroyed room that was once a part of our home. Our home which is now broken. My breathing uneven from what just happened. My anger all pent up. Every now and then I feel her eyes burning deep into my soul. I close my eyes as I try to keep the images of before from replaying in my mind.

Vases flying across the room. Windows being shattered. Memories that once hung on the wall now shattered all around.

I put my head down and grab a hold of my hair frustrated and fed up with the argument. Every word we spat was like its own individual bullet to the mind, body, as soul. 'F*** you Jacob' or 'You're an a**hole', 'What happened to US!?' All these things came from her.

'What happened to US!?' We used to be perfect. 'What happened to US!?' They envied us. 'What happened to US!?' Where did we go wrong? 'What happened to US!?' Nothing 'happened' to us. 'What happened to US!?' We'll be just fine.

My anger subsided into sadness and regret. Why did I ever question our love? I was stupid to do that. Even the best have to go through the worst. My fist unclenched as did my jaw and I look up to see my beautiful girlfriend Y/n's engulfing brown eyes a bloodshot red. This wasn't the end of us. And there never will be an end to us.

As I finished my thought Y/n and I looked into one another's eyes and began to rise simultaneously from the floor. We both ambled towards one another, tears in the brim of our eyelids, walking across the no man's land filled with scattered memories and glass. We reached each other reading one another's eyes apologizing non-verbally. Then falling into one another's arms.

Your P.O.V.

I fell right into his arms as he fell into mine. We both silently sobbed, taking in eachother's warmth. Our grasp was not loosening anytime soon. I began to sob a little softer as I buried my head into his chest and kept my grip around his torso. He had his arms wrapped around my upper body slowly caressing my hair while planting a few kisses in the top of my head. After a few minutes of his and I's soft sobs died out I had to break the silence.

"Baby?" I say in a voice just above a whisper while still holding him looking up. "Hmm?" he answers as he wipes the tears from my face. "Why? Why did you want to cheat?" I asked slightly afraid of his answering.

He looked at me with eyes full of sorrow "Baby, I don't know. I know that I was a stupid for what I was going to do. I know that you are the only one for me. I know that I am so glad that I got caught before anything real right now. If I knew I would tell you in a heartbeat, but I odn't even know why I had her number myself. And baby I want to know that I never meant to question our love. If I had to declare only one thing in the entire world to be real, it would be our love. Come closer please." he says as he pulls me back in kissing my forehead.

"Jake", I say from his chest, "you know I don't hate you right?" I ask. "I know Y/N we love each other so much that is seems like hate but I got you and you got me. At the end of the day that's all that matters." he tells me.

We stand there is a silence that's not awkward but comfortable. Every now and then a kiss is planted. Each kiss healing our wounds. The wounds that remain from the words like "b*tch", "a**hole", or f*ck you". The wounds that were caused by words that pierced like bullets.

"I love you Jake, no matter what." I say to him. "I love you too, and I'll never stop Y/n", he says as we both continue to embrace one another. 'We fit so perfect' I think to myself as I continue to hold him.