Ethan Dolan Imagines

the envelope ❁

it's currently 12:45am and i can't sleep. how great (:
and i also wrote this in like five minutes, so don't judge me and don't come @ me

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"i love you, okay? and i'd never do anything to ever hurt you," ethan softly whispered into your ear.

you always had a feeling that ethan was playing you. he was the most popular person in school and you were just one of the masses. he was the football captain/quarterback, and valedictorian. he was admired by everyone. but nobody knew about the two of you together.

"okay," you nod and place a kiss on his plump lips. "i believe you."

he scoots closer to you on the beige couch and gives you a soft kiss to the temple. you both were currently watching your favorite movie when suddenly, ethan had to use the bathroom.

"i'll only be a second!" he shouts as he dashes to the restroom. you laugh at his goofiness when the doorbell rings. your eyebrows furrow together in confusion. who could be here? maybe grayson forgot his keys?

you walk to the door and open it to find one of ethan's friends: jack. he was kind of a d.ick, but he meant well. he was one of the many few who knew about your relationship.

"jack? what are you doing here?" you ask.

"for ethan, i owe him five hundred," he chuckles softly.

"five hundred? for what?" ethan descends down the stairs and frowns when he doesn't see you on the couch. instead, he finds you at the door with a blank look on your face and a orange envelope in your hand.

"princess? what's that?" he points to the envelope.

"it's yours," you throw it on the floor in disgust. "so? that was why you went out with me? for money? you think im some kind of pathetic girl that wanted to be played, for money? you're sick, ethan dolan. this is low, even for you."

"y/n, it's not what you think," he says slowly. "let me explain it plea--"

"go to hell," you shout.

"no! you will hear me out! it's not what you think, at all, okay? now stop being so d.amn stubborn and let me explain!" the vein pops out of his neck and your face stays blank.

"you have one minute, and i mean it."

"i've had a crush on you since i've first laid my eyes on you, and you have to believe that. my friends always called me scared because i admired you from afar, always. then they made me a deal i couldn't refuse. if i finally got the balls to ask you out and make you my girlfriend, they'd help my family out with the bills and stuff. at first, i felt like i was forcing myself into this, but it wasn't like that at all. i loved you from afar like a piece of art, y/n. I had to make you mine, one way or another. im sorry that this was the way it had to be," he explains.

you nod and say nothing. there was nothing else to be said. ethan only stared at you, his heart breaking with every breath you took, he knew he hurt you.

"i'm going home," you say and put your shoes on along with your jacket.

"y/n, please" he pleads.

"no, ethan! don't," you slightly raise your voice. "so much for not hurting me, right?" you walked out the house and never looked back.