Celebrity Imagines

I Bet

Y/N P.O.V
I laid in bed with August by my side. We were up watching a movie. He and I have been together for almost 4 years. I've been hinting to August that I want us to settle down and get married. Four years is a long time for two people to be together and not be married or even engaged. This fact alone has been bothering the hell out of me.

"August...?" I asked with my head resting on his chest.

"Hm?" he muttered.

"What do you think about me?"

"Whatcha' mean?" he asked confused.

"I mean...how do you feel about me? Do you love me?" I asked.

"Yeah." he said shortly and  phlegmatically.

"Do you love me enough to marry me?" I asked with a sliver of hope.

He sighed heavily and lightly nudged me off of him. It pissed me off.

"What are you so afraid of August?!" I yelled, flicking on the bedside lamp.

"Here we go." he mumbled standing up and turning to face me. I stood on the other side of the bed with the angriest expression I could muster on my face.

"Why are you so afraid to commit? We've been together for 4 years! That's more than enough time for two people to prove themselves to each other. I go out of my way for you! I've stuck by you through some of the most unforgivable shit that anybody could do to someone that they "love". So why?!"

"Why do we have to get married?! What's wrong with what we got right now?"

"Because, August, I'm tired of people coming up to me telling me that I've made the wrong decision. That I'll never be anything more to you than just a baby's momma. Do you know how many times I've stuck up for you when people told me you weren't good enough for me? That all you'd do is break my heart. I've changed myself entirely for you." I huffed and paced back and forth. "And don't even pretend that I haven't noticed you don't treat as well as you used too." I paused. "Is there somebody else...?"

It pained me to ask.

He rolled his eyes and flopped down on the bed with his back towards me. He took a deep breath.

"It's Lauren."

"...Lauren? I know you're not telling me you and my co-worker..." I was in disbelief.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you. I want her. I can't marry you. I just can't."

"Four years...just like that. No wonder why you don't want to marry me. You don't want to hurt her or whatever the reason is, right? Just fuck how Y/N feels, right?"

He didn't say anything.

"Okay. Have fun with Lauren. You and her can both can go straight to hell. I'm done."

Then I left and never looked back.

August P.O.V
I just left Lauren's house. It's been three years since she and I got it off and she is sucking my pockets dry. And since we have two kids together, I have no choice but to give it to her. She ain't shit to be honest. She rarely cooks, cleans, nor does she act like a decent mother to my kids. The fuckery I'm dealing with because of her is overwhelming. I drove around town to clear my head and found myself at the park. I hopped out my car and walked around for a little bit until I needed to sit down.