Happy Lowman Imagines

Your Call

Request: Happy imagine based on the song Your call by Second Hand Serenade

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The sun shone down on you through the branches and leaves of the tree, leaving patterns across your skin.
Your head lay on his thigh and his rough hands stroked gently through your hair.
It was peaceful, a peaceful moment in a life of chaos.
The birds chirped and you could hear children laughing in the distance.
His other hand stroked gently across your back and sent shivers up your spine.
You closed your eyes, breathing in the fresh air mixed with the scent of him.
You didn't get much time alone with Happy, he was always busy with the club or looking after his mother. You weren't exclusive, just friends with benefits. But he made you feel alive, and you ached for him when he was gone.
He had come to depend on you, the sight of your eyes burnt through him and he cursed himself.
You were too innocent, too pure, and he was a criminal, a murderer. Hell his friends even called him Killer. But he couldn't stop himself, couldn't resist you.
You walked into his life and turned it upside down. The sound of your laugh haunted him on the nights he spent away from you, your eyes burned into him overtime he closed his eyes.
He had been with plenty of girls but none of them left him wanting more the way you did.
He watched you as he stroked your hair, watched your chest rise and fall with each breath and your eyes flutter lightly as you looked across the park.
He felt contempt, laying next to you in the grass, the sun shining down on the both of you.
He felt contempt but he couldn't help but feel the trickle of guilt creeping through him and he tried to push it back.
It was always there, always in his mind when he was with you, a reminder of who he was, who he could never be for you.
You deserved the world, and he was just a criminal.
Happy sighed and you turned to look at him, his strong arms wrapped tightly around you.
He studied the way the sun contoured on your skin, and the sparkle in your eyes.
"You are so beautiful," He said quietly and you blushed slightly.
You looked into his dark eyes and warmth filled your body. Something inside you changed and you realised you were falling in love with him.
He stared into your eyes too and felt something change inside him, a sensation he had never felt before.
But as he looked closer he saw his reflection in your eyes. His cold face, his murderous eyes that had watched so many people die. He saw the reflection of his butte and he clenched his jaw.
You were too good for him, too pure, too beautiful.
"C'mon, lets go little girl." He said quietly and you frowned at the sudden change in him.
You stood and rubbed your arms, enjoying the afternoon sun and Happy stood too, his arm touching yours gently and you crossed the park together headed towards his bike.
"So do you wanna get dinner?" You asked, a smile on your face as you looked at him.
His face was expressionless and you felt nerves course through you.
"I cant." He said quietly.
"O-okay, another time." You smiled and reached for his hand as you walked.
He moved his hand away and you frowned slightly but tried to keep a straight face.
Silence fell between you as you neared his bike and he sat on it in silence, only looking at you to pass you his helmet.
"Thankyou." You said quietly and lifted it to your head.
You swung your leg over the bike and wrapped your hands around him. His body was tense as he bought the bike to life and you pressed your cheek to his back and breathed in the scent of him.
He pulled into your drive and turned off the bike.
You swung your leg over and stood, unclipping the helmet ad holding it awkwardly in your hands.
"Do you wanna come in?" You asked him nervously. His body had stayed tense the whole way home and you weren't sure what you had done wrong to upset him.
"Nah," He shook his head and looked at you. "I should get back to the club."
You smile warmly and nodded as you stepped closer to him. You leant down to press a kiss to his lips but he turned his head and your lips pressed against his cheek.
Your heart sunk and you fought back tears as you straightened.
"Thank you for today, Hap." You smiled nervously.
He grunted and pulled a toothpick out of his pocket. He stuck it between his lips and rolled it along them as he looked at you.
"Bye little girl." He said, his voice cold.
"Bye, Happy." You watched as the bike roared to life and he rode out of your driveway.
A tear escaped you as you watched him drive down your street and disappear into the setting sun.
You walked to the door of your house and opened it with shaky fingers.
You weren't sure what had happened. Everything had been so peaceful, so perfect. You had felt something stir inside you and you thought he had felt the same. You had seen it in his eyes but then he had changed, his expression went cold and now you weren't sure what to think.
You would give him anything, do anything, to hear him say he loved you. But who were you kidding. You were too different. You weren't like the other old lady. They were hard and strong and you were soft and sweet. He would never love you.
Four days passed and you hadn't heard a thing from Happy. He was on your mind constantly. Anything you did, everything you saw, reminded you of him and you found yourself lost.
Now you sat at the table of your quiet house, your phone sitting in front of you.
You stared at it, praying that it would ring and his vice would be on the other end.
But it never rang, and you couldn't stop the tears from falling as you waited.
You picked it up and spun it in your hands.
You deserved an explanation, at least. The lights of passing cars illuminated the room as you sat in the darkness.
Tears streamed down your face and you wished you were enough for him.
You sat like that for an hour before a rage tore through you.
He couldn't just leave you with no explanation. He couldn't just ignore you.
You threw your phone against the wall and watched it shatter into pieces and you stood, grabbing the cardigan off the chair and throwing it over your shoulders.
You pulled your boots on and grabbed your keys, tears still streaming down your face.
You walked towards the door and pulled it open to reveal Happy standing there, his hand raised to knock.
"Happy." You whispered.
He stared at your tear stained face and swollen eyes and he felt his heart ache inside him.
"Babygirl," He whispered.
Your arms dropped to your sides and you stared at the hurt in his eyes.
"What are you doing here, Happy?" You asked calmly.
"I came to apologise." He said quietly.
You raised an eyebrow and leaned against the door frame.
"Look, (y/n), Im not good with this shit. I don't know how to find the words. But I.. Im sorry I haven't called. Its just.. Your so good, (y/n), your so beautiful and your soul is so good. And I'm a criminal. Ive killed people, and I will kill more. I know Im not good enough for you but I cant spend another day without you." He said breathlessly and his eyes were full of sadness as you looked at him.
"Happy," You whispered as a tear fell down your cheek.
"Im sorry, (y/n), I just had to say it." He turned around and walked slowly down your drive.
You ran after him and he turned when he heard your footsteps.
"I dont know how to shoot a gun." You said.
He smirked at you and you continued.
"I dont know how to throw a decent punch and I don't know how to ride a motorcycle. I cant be as strong as the old lady Happy but I know that Im in love with you. I don't know if I could kill someone but I don't care that you have. I don't care about the things you've done, Happy, that doesn't make you who you are. I cant be as tough as them but you wont find someone that loves you more than I do."
He stepped closer and his arms wrapped around you as his lips pressed against yours fiercely.
His lips moved against yours and he held your body to his tightly.
"I love you, (y/n)." He whispered against your lips.
"I want you to be my old lady. I don't know how to be a good boyfriend and you'll probably be mad at me most of the time but I love you. I want this babe but you have to say it, its your call."
Your smile spread across your face and it matched his.
"I want you, Happy, I want this."