R5 Imagines

Extended Preference - Rocky

Preference - He Makes You Cry. Part 3: Rocky

You had been sick all day, so you stayed home from work. Your throat was sore, your nose was runny, and the coughing didn't help. You couldn't wait for your boyfriend Rocky to come home, and lay with him for the rest of the night. He normally gets home at 5. It was 6:00 now. Then 7:00. Then 8:00. At about 8:20, he walked through the front door. You had fallen asleep, considering you'd been taking naps all day.

"Hey babe, how you feeling?" He asks, walking into your room where you were waking up.

"Mmmmm." Was all you could say at the moment. "Where were you?"

"Out with the guys." He responds.

"You could have at least called me first."

"I didn't think it would matter."

"Rocky you told me you'd be home at five!"

"Geez, sorry!"

"Rocky I was worried about you." You tell him, upset. He just turned around and walked into the kitchen, to which you followed close behind.

"You didn't think it would make sense to tell your girlfriend who is too sick to go out and find you that you were going to be home late?!" You start again.

"God, NO! NO I DIDNT! WHY WOULD IT MATTER ANYWAY?" He yelled.

"I WAS TERRIFIED SOMETHING HAPPENED TO YOU!" You start screaming back, definitely hurting your throat considering you were sick.

"WELL NOTHING DID!" He screamed back.

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT?!"

"DAMMIT Y/N CALM DOWN!"

"IM SORRY I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU ROCKY!" You scream. Now your throat hurt so bad you were physically crying.

"Oh, now you're gonna play that effin card?! You're gonna CRY?" He spat.

"It.. It hurts.." You managed to get out in a whisper, pointing to your throat that was now probably red and swollen.

His face automatically softened, walking over to you. And since you were too weak to tell him to move, you let him.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry... I can't believe I made you do this to yourself." He was speaking quietly now.

"It's okay." But you said it so quietly you didn't even know if he heard you, so you just nodded.

"Come here." He tells you, and you lean forward and into his arms, which he wraps around you. "I'm sorry I didn't call or anything, I didn't even think to bring my phone." You nod softly, letting him know it was alright. "I overreacted." You whisper. He picks you up, bringing you back over to your bed, and sets you down. "I'll be right back." You nod and he leaves.

A few minutes later he comes into the room with a plastic grocery bag. "I went to the store on the way home too." He smiles. He pulled out cough drops, a few movies, a new blanket, and some tea bags. You smile, reaching your arms out so you can hug him.

He walks into them, giving you a kiss on the forehead so he wouldn't get himself sick. "I'll put one of these movies in, go make you some tea, and be back in a few to lay with you. How does that sound?"

You nod, which was enough to tell him okay.

"I love you." He smiles at you.

"I love you more." You whisper, but he still hears you. He always hears you.