d.o'b [one-shots/imagines ]

This isn't worth it

*written in a different point of view than usual*

Dylan chugged down his entire water bottle to avoid screaming at her girlfriend, who he was currently angry at.
Five minute ago, they were making out, celebrating his return home after a month of filming in South Africa. A minute later, she was forbidding him from ever filming again, which irritated him. Y/N knew he liked acting and he didn't want to do anything else.
And now, she was still complaining about his absence.

"I get it. This is what you like to do and that's totally okay. But I'm always home alone. I sleep alone, I eat alone, I watch TV alone and I work alone," she said, getting a little angrier.
Dylan lost it, not being able to keep his anger in anymore.

"Well what do you want me to do princess? Sit on my ass and stare at a computer all fucking day? Like you? I'm sure it'll get you real far!", he snapped, his voice still calmer than hers.
Y/N's eyes widened.

She was an author and had been working harder than she ever has on her book, which was going to be published in a month. She was just finishing up the editing before sending it to editors.

Tears welled up in her eyes as her husband of two years just insulted her work.

Dylan's POV

I immediately regretted what I said. I knew how hard she worked on that book. Actually, she had been working her ass off for now a year and a half. And I just insulted that work.

A tear streamed down my wife's face and she turned her face from me, not wanting to show her sadness.

"I'm sorry-"

"No Dylan. No. You crossed the line. I know that I sound angry when I don't know how to express my emotions, but my screams were my way of telling you that I fucking miss you all the time. I miss you because I love you. And I want you home. But no you had to actually insult me and make me feel like shit. I'm out of here," she said, her voice now quiet.

A feeling of emergency and panic rushed through me. Tears welled up my eyes, blurring my sight.

"Y/N, just hold on a second. You can't just get out of here," I said, trying to stop her from leaving.

"Why? You need somebody to make you dinner?", she snapped. My eyes widened as I realized how mad she actually was. I didn't know how to react, we always went along.

"You can't leave because you don't have any other place to stay and because we need to talk this through," I said, trying to convince her. She shook her head and laughed.

"I'd rather sleep in the middle of the street than here right now Dylan," she said. Tears were now streaming down my face.

"Please, Y/N, this isn't worth it. I know I'm not home often but I'm here now. And I haven't read your book yet but I know it's as amazing as you. I wasn't thinking, I was angry. But please, don't walk out the door," I begged.

She looked at me, silent. Moments that felt like hours passed before she spoke up:

"You know, my book's about you," she said, almost in a whisper. I couldn't help the smile that crept on my lips.

"It is?"

"Yeah. That's why I didn't want you to read it before it got published," she said.

Then it hit me. She was publishing her book on my birthday, in a month.

I grinned down at her, feeling the most adoration I have ever felt towards her.

"That's adorable," I admitted, "I'm sure it's the best book in the entire world," I said, looking into her eyes to see if she was still angry. She wasn't.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I shouldn't complain about your job, you like it, that's what matters," she apologized.

"I'm sorry too," I said, "im a jerk when I'm angry and I don't mean what I say," I admitted, looking down at my feet.

Y/N approached me slowly, lifting my chin up slightly to meet my eyes. I leaned in and placed my lips to hers to kiss her slowly, but lovingly. She kissed back as adoringly and wrapped her fingers around some of my dark locks. I pulled away to look at her beautiful features.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too."

And we were making out again.