Adam Gontier Imagines

Protect You

A/N okay so I know I haven't updated in forever but honestly, that's bc I'd been doing pretty good. I turn to Adam mostly when I feel like shit. And well, recently, I feel like shit. I like his worlds. I want to stay in them.

This is going to be in first person.

I thought we were soulmates, until she had to leave.

"I think my heart is broken," I comment emotionlessly, and Adam sighs.
"You'll be fine," he tells me, putting an arm around me.
Adam and I have been best friends for years. He's always there for me, and I'm always there for him. When I fell for my friend, he was there cheering me on. And then, when she broke my heart, he was there again.
"I'm just...I'm just done," I say, and he sighs.
"Why do you always do this?"
"Do what?"
"Hurt yourself," he replies, and I meet his eyes.
"I don't know," I admit. But now that I think of it, he's right. Everything I ever do winds up hurting me, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
"It hurts me to see you like this, you know," he says, and I look down.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault."
"It kinda is," I reply.
"Yeah, it kinda is," he replies, and I gasp in mock-shock.
"Shut up."
He chuckles lightly and puts his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I breathe in his scent and close my eyes. He's always had a calming effect on me.
We sit in silence for a while, and I listen to his heart beating.
"I love you."
My eyes shoot open. Did I hear him right? My heart races.
"What?" I ask, my voice nearly cracking. I try to pull away, but he holds me in place.
"Please, just let me...let me love you," he says, and I bite my lip.
"Adam—"
"You let yourself get hurt. Always. I would never hurt you." He sounds almost choked up.
Has he been bottling this up for years?
"I...I've been so horrible to you," I whisper.
"What?"
"I never knew you felt this way," I admit, and he finally lets me pull away. I look into his eyes.
"You were too busy with other people," he says. It's not an accusation but just a statement. But it hurts.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
"Let me treat you right," he says, his eyes flickering to my lips. "I don't care if you don't love me now. Just let me protect you. Let me love you."
"Adam—"
"Please," he says.
"Shut up for a minute. Why do you think I'm going to say no?" I ask, and he blinks.
"You're saying yes?"
"Yes," I reply, and he smiles.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"I love you."
"I...love you, too," I reply. Maybe I don't love him as a boyfriend yet, but I know I love him. And I know he would never hurt me. Maybe it's time for something like that.
"Can I kiss you?" he whispers, and I smile slightly. Why not?
"Yes," I reply, and he leans in. It feels as though sparks fly. My entire body warms as my heart starts to beat faster. Our lips were made to fit together. We were made for each other.

I'm glad I said yes. If I hadn't, today I wouldn't be telling him, "I do".

A/N
yes bitch
I'm so tired of life
I don't want love
I want fictional love only
Life is too much