"Cara, babe, where are you?" I yelled through the Ikea store. Recently, Cara and I decided to move in together, since we were already in a relationship for over four years.
We met each other five years ago, at some random party of some model and we immediately hit it off. We first were friends for almost a year, but there was this undeniable spark between us, so it didn't take Cara long to ask me out and of course I said yes.
This one date lead to many more, and eventually we started dating. We had our ups and downs, but we only came out stronger.
We were now shopping in the Ikea for new furniture, since we decided we would begin with a fresh start, and that included a new apartment for the two of us, also with new furniture.
We already found the perfect bed and we had almost everything we needed for the living room and our offices, but the only thing missing now, was a new closet for our clothes. The closet had to be big, since Cara and I both had a lot of clothes.
"I'm here Y/N! Come quick baby! I think I found the perfect closet!" I followed her voice and I saw her standing in front of three different closets. They all looked really pretty and big enough, but one of them was definitely better than the other two.
"I think I know which one you mean babe. That one in the middle looks perfect! It's big enough and it's exactly our style!" Cara nodded her head excitedly and came walking towards me.
"Now we have everything we need! We can finally officially move in together! This is going to be so great! We have the perfect house, I have the best girlfriend ever and we have the best interior the world has ever seen!"
I blushed after her words and just kissed her. She was so cute. I was so excited for moving in together. This was probably one of the best decisions I've ever made.
Three days later, everything arrived. Unfortunately, Cara had an emergency at her work, so she left early in the morning to go deal with the emergency, while I was telling the movers where to put all of our stuff.
After eight hours, everything was done and the movers were gone. Cara had send me a text message, saying that she would be home in two hours, so that we could spend the first night in our apartment together.
The only thing I still had to do, was build our closet, so I decided to do it immediately as a surprise for Cara when she came home.
I was already really tired from all the moving, but I still wanted to do this as a surprise for Cara.
There were pieces of the closet all over the floor. This closet really was huge. I looked at the instructions, but they were as unclear as can be.
After an hour, I was so angry and irritated with the stupid closet, that I began talking to myself. It just didn't go well at all! Everything went wrong, and I also accidentally hit my fingers with the hammer, and now they were really swollen and I'm afraid that I broke my fingers, but I still kept going. I had to finish it!
"Damnit, this stupid closet! Why can't they just write normal instructions to build this damn closet! They could be in Chinese and I would probably understand more! This stupid closet. Stupid shop. This was a big mistake. Why doesn't it work!? It should work according to the instructions! This is supposed to fit in here! Damnit! I'm never doing this again! Stupid closet! Stupid Instructions!"
I was really losing my patience by now, and the fact that I probably broke my fingers while trying to build this thing didn't help either.
Because I was ranting the whole time, I didn't hear the door opening or Cara calling me.
I was on the verge of a mental breakdown, so I threw the screwdriver across the room, at the same moment that Cara entered the room. I heard her gasp and it wasn't until then that I knew she was home.
"Y/N, baby, what are you doing? You shouldn't be doing this! You already did so much! Why did you want-†While Cara was talking, I broke down in tears because I couldn't handle it anymore. This damn closet was too much for me. Cara stopped abruptly talking when she saw me breaking down and she immediately rushed over to me and took me in her arms while whispering calming words in my ear.
"Shhhh it's okay baby. I'm here now and I will help you. Just relax. Shhh baby it's okay. I'm so sorry for leaving and letting you deal with all of the moving on your own. But I'm here now and I will help you with this closet."
After a few minutes I stopped crying and was a little calmer.
"I'm so sorry for my behaviour. I shouldn't cry about this stupid closet. I just wanted to do it as a surprise for you. But now this closet has ruined everything. I just couldn't build it! It's a terrible closet..."
"Y/N, baby, listen to me. Probably the people who make those closets don't even know how to build them. And you haven't ruined everything. Let's build it together and then- Oh my god, what happened to your hand?!?! Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me you had hurt your hand?"
"Oh, I accidentally, missed the nails and hit my hand with the hammer. And I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry until I finished this stupid closet, but I think I will have to go to the hospital. It's starting to hurt like hell."
I looked at Cara and I saw that there was worry and concern in her eyes. We both stood up and walked to her car while making small talk and she drove us to the hospital.
After two hours, we were on our way home again. My hand was in a cast because I apparently broke five bones in my hand. Cara was really worried and a bit angry with me, since I didn't tell her and didn't go to the hospital immediately.
The whole car ride was silent and when we arrived at home, we both quickly walked inside and Cara dragged me to our bedroom.
"Wait, is that the closet?" I asked with wide eyes, since I saw our closet standing against the wall, completely finished.
"Yes, it is. I called someone to build it, since you had to break your hand before accepting that it was tougher than you thought. Now you can't hurt yourself by accident anymore."
"Thank you so much babe! I'm sorry that I was so stubborn! I just wanted to do the right thing and it felt like I was failing if I couldn't even build a closet for you!"
"Baby listen to me. You're never failing. You're perfect as you are and I love you for being you, not because you can build a closet. But please never do this again. I was worried sick in the hospital and I felt so bad! I kept thinking that you wouldn't have broken your hand when I would have been here."
"Cara, it's not your fault babe. I was just too stubborn, but now that damn closet is finished. Thank you so much for calling someone to finish it. What do you think about watching a movie in our new bed? So that we can relax a bit after this stressful day."
"Sounds like a perfect plan baby. You see, this is why I love you. Because of your great plans." Cara told me while winking at me.
I laughed and we had a great first evening in our new shared apartment.
Another part! I really hope you liked it! This imagine is actually based on a true story. Ikea closets are a disaster to build. Please vote and comment! That would make me really happy! Thank you so much for reading!
-L
