Team Ten Imagines

Anthony Trujillo- Sorry

His eyes were focused on the road, his hand wasn't on my leg like it usually was. We weren't talking, singing or dancing. It was dead silence- only noises of cars and the wind filled my ears. I rested my head against the cold glass and ignored him. We pulled up to my house and he parked his car. "Y/N.." He said trying to hold my hand. "Don't." I snapped angrily. I got out the car and slammed the door. "Y/N.." he said climbing out the car as I fumbled for my keys. I unlocked the door and stepped in. "Go." I muttered, slamming the door. My Mum was stood at the bottom of the stairs and her eyes furrowed- a small crease appearing inbetween her eyebrows. "Don't ask." I said walking past her. I went into my room and closed the door. I kicked my trainers off and dumped my bag on the floor. I flopped onto my bed and put my phone on charge.

I spent the night internet surfing, I had a long, hot bath and washed my hair before dying it blonde again that same night. I straightened it and got into bed.

I woke up the next morning and curled my hair- I spritzed some hairspray and did my makeup. I changed into a jumper and ripped jeans- I slipped on my Converse and headed downstairs. I had a coffee and a little breakfast, before brushing my teeth and put on my lip balm. I grabbed my school bag as Anthony pulled up outside. We still hasn't spoken. "Woah." He said as I closed the door. I looked up. "What?" I muttered running my fingers through my hair. "You look fucking gorgeous." He said. I nodded. "Thanks." I got in the car and he didn't start it. He was staring at me. "I'm sorry for yesterday." He said gently placing his hand on mine. I held it tightly. "I'm sorry too." I replied. "I love you." I said. "I love you too Princess." He replied.