Imagines

Aaron Imagine

Aaron Imagine.

Aaron Carpenter, his beautiful face invaded your dreams, even now after being together for nearly 2 years.

Aaron was everywhere, in your dreams, laying beside you, on television, all over twitter, Instagram, Facebook, and Tumblr.

You didn't mind, you loved that his dreams were coming true, and that he chose you to bring along on the wonderful journey.

Being Aaron Carpenters girlfriend had perks, but it also had major downfalls.

You have to be careful with what you say, and careful with who you're around because it takes 1 picture to start a useless rumor, which is why you and Aaron are currently standing on opposite sides of your shared apartment.

"This is ridiculous, Aaron." You sigh. Rubbing your temples because at this point you were past done with the argument.

"Just tell me who the guy in the picture is and I'll fucking drop it" He cursed, causing your eyes to roll as you sat on the window seat.

"It will ruin it. Why can't you just fucking trust me? I've never done anything to betray your trust, why the hell are you questioning it now?!" you say through gritted teeth.

"Just tell me who it is, or LEAVE!" He yells this time, causing you to flinch.

"HE'S A FUCKING PARTY PLANNER, I WAS PLANNING A SURPRISE PARTY FOR YOUR FUCKING BIRTHDAY, ALL YOUR FRIENDS ARE FLYING OUT. IT CANT BE A DAMN SURPRISE WHEN APPARENTLY MY BOYFRIEND OF 2 FUCKING YEARS CANT TRUST ME!" You say stomping out of the room, and retreating back to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you to make sure you let him know you're pissed.

You shut the lights off, and curl into your bed, but not before you put his pillow outside the bedroom door, telling him coming in and bothering you isn't okay.

Morning came and your anger had died down, but you still weren't up for talking to Aaron. The smell of coffee, and bacon filled your nostrils as you climbed out of bed, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and walked into the kitchen where on the table, written across plates, was written

I'm Sorry

In bacon.

The one O in pancake form. He really knew the way to your heart, with food.

"I really am sorry. I should have trusted you, and you're right, I never had a reason not to trust you." He says coming out of the kitchen, your favorite mug filled with coffee just the way you like it, and in the other was a copy of your favorite Authors new book, a book that was scheduled to be realeased for weeks.

"You're forgiven. Dont ever not trust me again, I wont forgive you as easily." You say walking over and giving him a quick peck on the lips, which he followed with a smile, and took the book and the coffee out of his hands and retreated to the living room.