isaac lahey imagines (f)

three

i his under the bed as i hear several shouts from downstairs. i hold isaac's hand as he hides too, a worried expression covering his face.
"i'll go." he says, moving an inch.
"no, please isaac, stay." i plead, tears brimming my eyes.
"fine. i'll call scott, ok?" he whispers, holding my hand tighter.
i see his phone light up as he texts scott that there's intruders in our house. i squeeze his hand, and he squeezes it back.
"done," he whispers, as he puts his phone away and pulls me into him.
i hold on to his shoulders tight, whilst muffling sobs, his shirt most likely wet by the time they're gone.
we hear roars downstairs, then we know that hayden, liam and scott have arrived. i sigh in relief, and it comes out as a muffled cry, as we stay put, isaac rubbing my back.
"isaac! are you there? (y/n)?!" we hear scott shout as he comes into our room.
i quickly scramble from isaac's grasp and pop my hair from under the bed, moving the covers.
scott turns on the light, when he sees my tear stained cheeks.
"where's isaac?" he says softly, and isaac climbs from under the bed, standing. i do too, shaking.
isaac soon moves to my side, pulling my from the shoulders, hugging me.
"who were they?" i ask, sniffling.
"it's 2am." i say, annoyed.
"violet and garrett. they ran away." scott says, annoyed too.
"look guys, i'm gonna go back to my house because if my mom wakes up, she's gonna kill me." he says, chuckling.
"okay. thank you scott." isaac says, with a warm smile evident.
with that, he leaves, and i turn to isaac.
"what do they want with me?" i say, frowning.
"honey. you're worth 25 million dollars, what do you think they want with you?" he replies, laughing.
"will you protect me?" i say, pouting playfully.
"of course, (y/n). you're my everything."