The Wanted Imagines

Siva Imagine

Imagine:

You and Siva were in a fight because he was missing your birthday for a week in Los Angeles with the band for promotions. You couldn't go with him because you had work and your parents also wanted to see you for your birthday. You got into bed, ignoring him all evening.

You were almost asleep when you felt the bed dip down as Siva climbed into it. He laid right next to you, but you were facing the opposite direction.

"Y/N?" He begged, kissing your shoulder. "Please, I hate when we fight. I love you." He pleaded, kissing your neck and playing with your hair. You sigh and turn to face him.

"I don't like fighting. But it sucks you have to miss my birthday." You sigh.

"I will try to see if I can come back for the day. I'm sorry, Y/N. I love you so much. Please don't be mad at me." He tells you.

"I'm not. It's impossible for me to stay angry at you." You give in, smiling.

He smiles back at you, cuddling you into him and kissing you.