R5 Imagines

Extended Preference - Ellington

Preference - He Makes You Cry. Part 2: Ellington

A/N: no offense to Kelly, I love her dearly. Just a storyline.

You were waiting for your boyfriend, Ellington to get home after work. You had the day off, and spent the day mindlessly scrolling through Tumblr and Twitter. You happened to be following Kelly on tumblr, and saw some things you wish you wouldn't have.

"Kellington should get back together."

"His new girlfriend is a whore."

"Kelly was so much better."

They were all anons to Kelly. She was rude responding back, also.

"I know we should get back together. But he's taken."

"Trust me I know she's a whore."

"I know I was better."

You respected Kelly up until that point in time. You had lost it and spent a good hour letting tears slowly slide down your cheeks while scrolling through your feed.

Ellington had walked in and you didn't even acknowledge him at first.

"Hey baby, what's up? He asked you.

"Not much.." you said quietly.

"Hey, what wrong?" He immediately noticed the sadness in your voice.

"The fans." You frowned. He nodded sympathetically. "And your ex-girlfriend." He tensed up.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"Look." You opened the tab on her Tumblr page, revealing all the hate and her responses. He read them all.

"Don't let it get to you. It doesn't matter." He tells you, standing up and walking into the kitchen.

"But it does matter. Ell it makes me upset, she's being rude and so are all the fans." You follow him.

"I don't know what you want me to do about it." He looked up at you.

"You could have at least showed that you didn't agree with them." You say quietly.

"Damn it Y/N, I'm too tired! I worked all day and I have to come home and deal with this?!" He shouted. You didn't say anything. Instead, you opted for walking into your guys' room, shutting the door, and exploding.

Tears poured down your face, violent sobs escaped your lips. You sat down on the bed, pulling your knees up to your chest and placed your head on top of them.

It had been at least 10 minutes of this before you heard a knock on the door.

"Hey.. Please let me in."

"No." You tell him. "I thought you didn't want to deal with me."

He still opened the door.

"Y/N I'm sorry. I'm just stressed about the album, and being up late didn't really help. I never meant to yell at you, and I sure as hell never meant to push you away."

You picked your head up, seeing him standing in the doorway.

"Am.. Am I really a- a wh-whore?" You stutter, not being able to catch your breath from the crying.

"God baby never. Never in a million years, I promise you. You're beautiful." Now you reach your arms out for him, and he immediately engulfs you in a hug.

"I'm so sorry baby, I'm so so sorry." He whispers.

"It's alright. I love you." You tell him.

"I'll talk to Kelly, I'll tweet the fans. I want you to be happy, and you deserve so much more than what I can offer. How did I get so lucky?"

"You didn't. We both did." You smile for the first time that day, giving him a short kiss.

"I love you so so much."