Why Don't We Imagines

jonah marais | moonlit fight

fun fact, this part was gonna be in the jonah fanfic but i discontinued it sadly

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tears stream down your face as you look at the clock, 1:17 am. you and jonah had a massive argument just a few hours ago. you both said things that weren't true, everything happened at the heat of the moment. while you were at the studio, you couldn't help but notice that jonah was always looking at his phone. his eyes constantly glued onto the brightly lit screen.

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'hey jonah' you smile

'yeah?' he mumbles back, his eyes still fixated on the phone

'so whatcha doing?' you ask, already feeling frustrated from getting ignored

'nothing much' he mumbles once again, his eyes still glued om the brightly lit screen

after a bit you finally have enough, you walk over and grab the phone from his hands

'y/n what're doing?!' jonah yells as he jumps from his chair

'i've been trying to get your attention jonah but the only thing you've been doing is sitting in that chair and staring at your phone' you angrily exclaim

'when will you stop being so needy? you're always looking for attention' he scoffs

the two of you yell at each other for what seemed like hours. the boys ran into the room and broke the two of you apart.

'you should go home y/n' daniel pleads with pleading eyes

you nod your head as you grab your car keys from the counter and head out the door

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you finally get to your apartment and it's already 10:50 pm. slamming the door behind you, you ran upstairs to the room you and jonah share. tears start to trickle from your eyes as you throw yourself onto the bed. endless tears fall onto the white comforter below you, you just lay there and cry. the faint sound of a door opening rings through the hallway. you stare at the bedroom door, tears still stinging your eyes.

'y/n can we talk?' jonah pleads as his voice breaks

it sounds like he's crying you thought yo yourself, you sit on the bed for a couple minutes before getting up and opening the door.

'y/n please look at me' he whispers, on the verge of breaking down

you look up and stare deep into his eyes as tears flow down your cheeks

'what do you want?' you reply coldly as you cross your arms across your chest

his eyes start to water as he takes a shaky breath. the moonlight hits his face, visible tears now glisten on his cheeks.

'i-im sorry, 8 didn't mean what i said back there' jonah mumbles as tears flow from his eyes

'just leave Jonah, i'm sick of your stupid excuses' you reply back, putting a hand on the doorframe

'y/n please-'

'leave' you reply once more

he bows his head, and wipes away the tears. his eyes meets yours once again.

'get what's yours and leave' you huff before stepping back to let him in

he slowly nods his head as he enters the room. suddenly you're swept up and placed over his shoulder. he starts walking out of the room and into the living room.

'what do you think you're doing?' you question as you struggle to escape his grasp

he slowly places you down and without a word he smashes his lips onto yours.

he stops and looks you in the eyes and cups your face, 'you told me to get what's mine, and that's what i did. i shouldn't have been on my phone all day and i should've payed for attention to you. i love you, no one else. just you and only you'

he wipes away your tears and places his forehead on yours.

'im sorry jonah, i didn't mean whatever i said at the studio. please, don't hate me' you whisper

'hate you? i could never' he chuckled softly

'i love you' you chuckle back

'i love you too' he replies back, kissing your forehead