Boyfriend Imagines

You Hit Like a Girl

"Why would you even think that?!" H/N yelled back at me.

Lately he's been acting weird and secretive so I confronted him about cheating. What started off calm is now a yelling match.

"Oh I don't know?! Maybe because you are always gone and never tell me where you were!" I barked at him.

"So now I have to tell you everything I do!" He angrily rubbed his face.

"Well I'd at last like to know that my boyfriend is being faithful!" You yell.

"Are you really that insecure?" He asked for the first time not yelling. 

"What?"

"Are you really so insecure that you think I'm cheating on you?"

"N-no."

"Yes you are. You always been insecure. People will compliment you and of course you don't believe them. People will hit on you but you are so unsure of yourself you don't think that you don't think people could find you attractive."

You stayed silent.

"The true hurts doesn't it? You hated yourself." He stepped towards you," You hated yourself so much that you did things to yourself."

"Shut up."

"Why its true. You hated yourself so much that you had thoughts and feelings and did things that most people wouldn't do."

"Shut up!" All your anger was building.

"Why?! It's true! You hated yourself to a point that now you have to look back at all the things that you did t yourself! And now I have to look at! You we-"

"Shut up!" You connected the back of your hand with his cheek.

He stumbled back. You let out a loud gasp and covered your mouth. He froze and slowly touched his cheek.  He looked at you and looked completely stunned.

"I-I... I just... I'm sorry." You ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

You leaned against the door. Your heart was beating hard and your breathing was unsteady. Hitting him was never your intension. He just kept pushing and pushing and you couldn't handle it. But you shouldn't have hit him. What if he leaves you now? What if he hates you? You took a few deep breaths before opening the door. Peeking around the corner you didn't see him. You tiptoed and saw your bedroom light on. You went into the kitchen and put ice in a bag. Slowly you walked to the door frame. He was sitting on the door. H looked up at you had you could see where you hit him. Your heart dropped.

He looked at the bag of ice and back to you. He used his finger to motion you to come closer. Dropping the bag to the floor you kicked it to him. You didn't want to go near him and hurt him again. He sighed and picked the bag off the floor.

"Y/N babe come here." He set the bag aside and opened his arms.

You shook your head.

"Please? You would make me feel better."

"No I wouldn't... I caused this."

"Please? I know you didn't mean to."

Hesitantly you walked closer to him and sat a little bit away from him. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer.

"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to h-hit you." You said not looking at him.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too." You looked at him confused.

"Why are you sorry? I hit you."

"You didn't just hit me for nothing. I pushed you. You told me personal things and I used it again you. It wasn't right."

"You were right.."

"I shouldn't have said what I said." You laid your head on his should.

"So you're not leaving me?"

"No! I love you. I could never leave you."

"Thanks." He kissed the top of your head.

"Besides you hit like a girl."

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I honestly don't even know what this is and I didn't know how to end it and yeah... But I hoped you enjoyed it!