Happy Lowman Imagines

Will You..?

Request: Happy imagine where he and the reader are together and he plans the perfect engagement and waits for you but you never show up because you get kidnapped.
Note: Im going to break this into two parts.
Mentions of drug use and depressive thoughts, self harm

"Comin right up." You smiled to the elderly man in front of you and slid your note pad back in your apron pocket, heading to the kitchen to give the cooks the order.
You walked across the checkered tiles of the diner you worked at. It wasn't much, definitely not your dream job, but it paid the bills. You didn't mind the work, you loved being around people and a lot of your customers were regulars that had lived in Charming their whole lives.
You'd come to know them and they treated you well, like you were apart of their family.
You knew they had all disapproved when you started dating Happy, but they saw how happy he made you and they began to come round. Happy treated you like a queen and you had fallen deeply for the man.
They knew him as a criminal, an outlaw, with nothing to lose and nothing could stand in the way of what he wanted.
But he was more than yet. Yes, he was an outlaw, and he had done time, but he was sweet. He was gentle, caring, loyal. He loved you, he respected you, and he listened to you. He was your family, your life. He was your moon, your sun, and all your stars. He was everything to you, and he felt the same.
You had only been with him a month when he asked you to get his crow, and you had cried, for the first time in years. It had been such a distant concept, that someone could love you the way he did, but when he looked at you with his dark eyes, filled with nothing but love, you knew. You knew he felt the same way you did about him, and the rest was history.
You were his old lady, wearing his crow proudly on your wrist, where it would never be hidden.
You loved the club and they adored you, impressed by the way you could calm down the Tacoma Killer in seconds. You knew what Happy did for the club, the things he did to protect his brothers.
And you had embraced it. You didn't love it, how could you.But you knew it was something he needed to do and he needed your support, for anything to do with the club. So you had walked into the clubhouse with open arms, embracing the brothers and the life, the danger that came with it.
You got on well with the other old ladys, and Wendy was your best friend. You both knew what it was like to have nothing, and to have everything taken away from you. You had come to the clubhouse with her one night, and that was when you met Happy.
She had introduced you to the love of your life and you could not thank her enough.
You whole life changed when you met Happy. He had been intrigued by you, the way you seemed to carry darkness, yet your smile could set the town on fire. He had found himself staring into your eyes, full of beautiful secrets and memories, hidden away from the world.
You weren't like the other girls, or the old ladys.
You were strong, You had been abandoned by your family the moment you turned seventeen, left to rot. You were left to die, in the middle for city filled with pain, sex, money and drugs.
You had fought demons, the ones in your head and the ones that had been sold to you on the street, in little bags that had ruled your life.
You had lived on the streets, sold your body for drugs, for food, for rent. You had seen a lot of things, in your young life, more than most see in an entire lifetime. And you were wiser from it, wiser and stronger.
You could hold your own and you didn't need anyone to protect you.
Your bones had been filled with loneliness of the worst kind, haunted by the things that had happened to you. Your skin was littered with scars like a warrior, and you wore them proudly, proud of every battle you had won. You would not be defeated.
Your blood was hot, your hatred for the cruel world you knew flowing through your veins. Your back was built from knives of betrayal, and your lungs had been filled with the smell of lies, of disappointment, pain.
You had moved to Charming with the devil on your back, nothing to live for and nothing holding you down.
You had met Happy and suddenly you didn't see the world in black and white anymore. It was like the rest of the world had fallen away, and you were lost in is eyes that had so much depth. . He showed you the blue of the sky, filled with hopes for the future. He showed you the green of the grass, filled with memories of simpler times. He showed you the yellow of the sun, shining down with laughter. Happy slowly planted flowers in the ashy remains inside you, leftover from all the trees you'd burnt on your self destructive path. He showed you how to be happy and how to love, and you realised what it felt like to be alive again.
The club had never seen Happy act the way he did around you. He talked, he laughed, his eyes never left you and the brothers could feel the love in the room when he looked at you.
He still killed for the club, but he did it with less anger, less hatred.
He had saved you from yourself, from the demons inside your head, and you saved him from the guilt that could consume him late at night.
His mother loved you, and already called you her daughter. You had been dating him for a year now, and today was your anniversary.
Your eyes flickered to the large clock on the walls above the jukebox.
Five O'clock.
"Im off." You smiled to the black woman behind the counter as you untied your apron.
She smiled at you warmly and held her face in your hands.
"Goodnight, (y/n). Enjoy your night with your man." She said, her voice soft and squeezed your cheeks, making you blush at the affection.
"Get it in, girl!" Jerome called from the kitchen and you laughed, winking at him as you headed for the door.
You breathed in the fresh cool air, smiling as you headed down the street.
You turned into the alleyway leading to your carpark, scattered with empty bottles and cigarette buts, weeds growing between the cracks of the pavement.
You reached into the pocket of your jeans, grabbing your phone and texting Happy.
You had just slid your phone back into your pocket and grabbed out your keys when you felt a hand wrap around your mouth, and a pain shoot through your head.
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Happy paced around the room, nerves running through him.
"Relax, man. Its perfect. She will love it." Tig said, slapping his shoulder.
Happy nodded, and they both turned to look at their work.
Rose petals covered the floor, leading from the front door, through the house and to the back door.
Candles were scattered all around the house, slow music playing lowly.
The petals led out the back door and into the garden. In the centre of the lawn was a canopy covered in fairy lights and flowers, a table sat beneath it with two place settings, and a bouquet of roses in the centre. Rose petals and candles in little jars were scattered all around the yard.
He had gone all out, and his fingers ran over the ring in his pocket as he chewed at his lip. He had been planning this for months and he wanted every detail to be perfect.
He heard his phone buzz and pulled it out of his kutte, looking at the screen.
'Be home soon babe. Love you xx' He smiled at your message and slid the phone back into the pocket of his butte.
"I better head out, boss." Big smirked and slapped Happys shoulder.
"Thankyou, brother." Happy said sincerely.
Tig nodded and walked out of the house.
The sound of his bike filled the quiet street and Happy sat on the edge of the sofa, his fingers tapping against his leg.
He pulled the ring out of his pocket and looked down at it, smiling as he twirled it between his fingers and waited for you to come home.