Ian (Charles) Dickinson Imagines

Flower's

You sat on your couch watching a Soap Opera, and eating pizza.

Last week you and Ian had a huge fight, that ended your relationship. Ever since then you've been depressed, not having the will power to get up and do something, you wanted Ian.

There was a knock on your door and you slowly got up and walked to the door. You hadn't bathed in about 4 days, so your hair was up in a bun, and you had an old sweater and sweat pants on.

You opened the door to see a happy Steve. (Steve was your mail man who was in his 50's and also your best friend. Don't judge)

"Helloo y/n!" He said with a bouquet of red and white roses.

"Hey Steve" you said drowsily.

"Ahh maybe these will cheer you up" he said handing you the glass vase full of flowers.

"Thank you Steve" you said.

"Hope everything goes good y/n!" He said as he walked back to his mail man car.

You looked on the card and it read;

Y/n,
       I miss you like crazy. I wish I was with you right now. I've called you so many times, but you won't pick up. Please give us another chance babe.
                            Love,
                                    Ian.

A tear escaped from your eye. You grabbed your phone and texted Ian.

You:
Got your flowers. They're beautiful Ian. I miss you too. And I also want to give us a try xx

You waited patiently for a text back. You sat at the edge of the couch with your leg bouncing. And then your phone buzzed.

Ian:
Great! Meet me at the Cafe.

You:
See you there.

Maybe everything was going to be alright after all.