The Perfect Guy. Or Maybe Not? A Devan Key fanfic [ON HOLD]

Wounded

Collins P.O.V (this was before Y/N came round)
Devan slams the door in your face and shouts
"Just fuck off!"
You go downstairs to get ice for when Devan slapped you across the face. You grab an ice pack from the freezer and put it on your cheek. A sigh slips out of your mouth from pure relief. You make yourself a cup of tea to calm you down. You're not usually someone who throws stuff but the anger that's been bottled up just comes out. You pick up a vase and chuck it across the room, smashing it to bits. You fall to your knees and crawl to get the dustpan and brush to clean it up. You start cleaning up and you accidentally sit on a sharp shard of glass. You scream
"Fuckkkkkkkk!!!"
The glass is actually stuck pretty deep in your ass. You grit your teeth as you tug it out. The blood starts to pour out of the incision. You quickly get a bandage and apply pressure to the wound. Since you can't exactly wrap the bandage round the wound, you just keep applying pressure until it stops bleeding. After a while the bleeding ceases and a sigh of relief slips out of your mouth. Just then there is a knock at the door. You open it, still holding the ice pack to your cheek, and find Y/N in tears.
You say
"Well do you believe me now?"
"Yes I'm sorry I ever doubted you."
She hugs you and you comfort her as she bursts into tears on your shoulder.
"Where's Devan? And what happened to you?"
"He's locked himself in his room, won't come out. And Devan got mad and slapped me"you say, wincing in pain as she lays a hand on your sore cheek
"I'll try and talk to him."
She walks upstairs to Devans room and knocks on the door. You hear him shouting from downstairs
"Fuck off Collins, I don't want to talk!!!"