ethan dolan imagines

love you hate you//two

oooooo, cursing is in this imagine oh boy.
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if you love cringing, read this imagine haha...
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this is long sorry but it's good.........

Your POV
message from ethan at 9:30am
coming home soon

don't call this place your home ethan. it's not a home where we hardly see eachother you dumb shit.

i close my phone and walk back in the bathroom to put my hair in a bun before walking back to the tv room, stumbling a little since i'm still intoxicated.

i sit and slouch on the couch, staring at the tv with my frown. tears fall down my cheeks even though there are jokes playing on the tv.

that's when the door opens, revealing ethan looking like he got out of someone's bed. he used to be the man i loved.

we went everywhere together, we loved eachother and kissed eachother goodnight and good morning. he would make me breakfast and not even bothered if i never helped. he would kiss me so passionately, something i've missed for so long.

he would take me out for dinner every other day, and he would not be bothered to pay for my big meal. "you are the love of my life, my princess. so i should treat you like one" something he would say.

but i still love him

"i'm home," he says with a groggily voice. i'll wait, im not asking for any attention or giving him the loving attention i always used to give. i just stay on the couch, trying to ignore him while watching comedy, still with dampened skin and black smears on my face from the mascara.

"y/n?" he says, probably waiting for his kiss i always gave him when he comes home after spending the night with someone else maybe. i hear the bathroom door open and him cursing while gasping. he probably saw my anger all over that bathroom. i could tell he got mad from that because i hear him groan. "what the hell?" he says loud enough for me to hear. he wants my attention but i keep my gaze at the tv.

i hear his footsteps getting louder every second and then i hear him behind me. "y/n, are you ok?" he asks grasping my shoulder, making my hairs stand, also making me flinch away from him.

"answer me y/n!" he shouts. and that's when i lost it. tears stream down my cheeks and my blood begins boiling.

"fuck off ethan!" i say while turning my head, showing him my mess. he took it all by surprised, looking at everything i had all over me. i looked flushed, very flushed from the alcohol. he turns his head to see the empty vodka bottle and sighs.

he turns his head back to me. "what's going on?"

"ETHAN!!!" i yell shoving him trying to get him to fall. he stumbles but keeps his posture. i let out my loud tries that i had in the bathroom. i go towards him, punching his still glowing perfect body with my lifeless fists. "FUCK YOU!!" i yell slamming my hands on his chest so many times. part of me knows what's going on, but most of me is still drowned in alcohol.

most of my actions i'm giving is drunken anger. i clench a small piece of the collar of ethan's shirt. "who are you? you leave me fucking alone every night, you gave me pain. you ruined my fucking life, playing with my emotions, playing with all my feelings. i fucking loved you, and i still love you hopelessly. but i hate you so much ethan," i whimper coming towards him.