IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

↳ glass shards

( GLASS SHARDS )
by jeffatk1ns

A loud bang erupted through your room, from you slamming the door.

"Please don't open that door, Zach."
You shouted at your boyfriend through the other side of the door. But he opened it anyway.

"I just don't understand why you're so angry about this? It doesn't matter." Zach's voice was raised.

"It does fucking matter. It does. You weren't me. You didn't see the way your mum looked at me as if she'd never seen me in her life. Because she hadn't! As if I haven't been your girlfriend for the past THREE MONTHS!" You yelled across at him.

"But I told you! If I told them about you they would make me break up with you!" Pleaded Zach. "I told you it doesn't matter what they think, I love you, why should they need to know that?"

"Yes. You told me AFTER I made a complete and utter fucking fool of myself at your house. What? Did you just hope your parents would never be in when I came round? Or is that why you only invite me round when no ones there? Oh, how was I so stupid! Of course it was!" You ranted.

"No that's n-"

"It feels like you don't give a single shit about me right now. You don't understand how mortifying that was. ANY kind of preparation for that would've helped. But I was bare - you made me feel completely emotionally naked."

"Y/N- please just listen-"

"Zach, just go."

"Y/N-"

"I'll see you at Bryce's." You spat, turning from him so he wouldn't see you cry. You heard him exhale through his nose, and then drag his feet out of your bedroom.

—-

Pulling at your shirt nervously, as you often did, you neared the impressive house before you. After finding out his mother, and consequently entire family, knew nothing of your existence, and then the argument that followed, you were apprehensive to see Zach. This had been your first real fight since you had gotten together, and you were scared. Because although you were extremely mad at him, you didn't want this to be the end.

You slowly moved your hand to the door knob and exhaled heavily, tonight would be the illuminating moment on whether or not this was it.

The party was alive with the stench of alcohol perforating your nostrils and the close atmosphere closing in on you. You hoped maybe to avoid Zach the whole time, and not have to face whatever was coming. And - you were gonna get absolutely shitfaced.

Because Bryce had only invited the few of you to hang around his, there was A LOT of alcohol to go around, and you were planning to take full advantage of that.

"Hey, Y/N!" Greeted Bryce. "Come in, Zach's already here." Clearly Zach hadn't mentioned what had happened.

The room you entered had a few people sat around the sofa area, and Jess trying to make Justin dance- who was obviously not drunk enough yet.

"Hey." You walked over to Jess, trying to pretend you had not yet seen Zach, who was sat on the sofa next to Monty.

"Hey there!" She smiled at you. "Come dance! Justin is being such a kill." She whined at Justin drunkly.

"I will in a bit, I'm going to get a drink first."

—–

After a few shots of vodka, you started feeling the desired buzz. So you decided to take Jess up on her previous offer, and dance with her. The two of you danced for what felt like hours, swinging your hips and whipping your hair about, not to mention finding everything completely hilarious and doing a few more shots throughout.