5sos Imagines (ig//@valentiineafi)

Imagine 10 - Break Up

     "Where are you, Ash?" you muttered to yourself, growing more worried as time passed. You waited on the couch. It was around 2 in the morning and he still hasn't gotten back. You had no idea where he had gone after leaving the studio - he never texted you. However, you had an idea.
     A few minutes later, you finally heard fumbling of the lock, followed by your front door opening roughly. Your head snapped towards that direction, following the sudden noise. With a gust of cold air, in stumbled your fiance. His steps were heavy and unbalanced, his arms dragging by his sides. Often holding onto furniture for support, he tripped over his own feet. His drunken state confirmed your suspicions. Once he spotted you sitting on the couch, he spoke up.
     "You're still up," he slurred.
     "Mhmm," you sassed. "We need to talk."
     "Not in the mood," he yawned, making his way up the stairs.
     "I didn't wait up all fucking night for you to ignore me," you said sternly. He turned around towards you, walking your way.
     "I said," he started, grabbing your shoulders roughly, "that I don't want to talk," he growled, pushing you. You stumbled back, shocked that he had the audacity to put his hands on you like that. "You were probably cheating on me anyway, right? That's why you were up?"
     "Listen, asshole - you don't touch me like that, got it?" you said, ignoring his accusation.
     "Who says?" he asked rhetorically, chuckling. He raised his hand, wanting nothing more than a reaction - which he got. You flinched back, which made him laugh harder. He felt powerful. "Bitch," he muttered, smirking while shaking his head. Your fights have been getting worse recently. More so physically, too.
     "What the fuck did you just call me?" you asked him, daring him to repeat.
     "Bitch," he repeated confidently. "You just never shut up, do you?" Right after that, he had raised his hand and you felt a sting on your cheek. He had just slapped you, but that's never happened before.
     You were too shocked to focus on the physical pain, the cause of your tears being mainly due to the emotional pain. Your obnoxious pulse was beating too fast to be able to focus on anything. With furrowed eyebrows, you looked up at him in betrayal. You searched his hazel eyes to find some sort of remorse, which there was none of. Just a cocky glare.
     "You know what? Fuck this; I'm done," you decided, shaking your head in utter disbelief. Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, you walked past him to your room, shoving him on the way. "Ass."
     You got in bed, soon hearing him follow. You pretended to be asleep as the bed dipped. Your plan was to wake up early the next morning to pack your things, then stay over at your friend's house until you found yourself a place. You couldn't stay here. You had already texted her to pick you up in the morning.
     "'I'm done,'" he mocked in a high-pitched voice to himself before drifting asleep. "Bitch."
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     The next morning, you did wake up early. After packing all your stuff, you had one thing to leave behind - the engagement ring.
     You slid it off your finger, a tear slipping out of your eye. You wiped it away quickly; you were certain about your decision. You placed the ring onto the side table beside your sleeping Ashton. He looked innocent in his sleep, but you believed otherwise.
     With deep breaths, you took your suitcase downstairs and sat on the couch. You finished early, still having a half hour to wait for your friend. You could only hope that Ashton wouldn't have woken up by then.

Ashton's pov

     I woke up, my arms and legs spread out like a star. Opening my eyes, I saw that I had taken the whole bed. Y/n wasn't here. My headache was killing, as if a balloon was inflating slowly in my head, increasing in pressure. I sat up slowly, ruffling through my hair with my large hand.
     "Where are you, y/n?" I mumbled, my voice husky. "Come back to bed." I got no response.
     Getting up, I called out for her again.
     "You know I don't like it when you hide from me, baby," I laughed. I was about to walk out of the room when something caught my eye. A shiny object on the table. Squinting my eyes to see it clearer, I identified it as y/n's ring. I grabbed it and ran down the stairs clumsily.
     "Y/n!?" I yelled out.
     There she was. I relaxed as I spotted her. She was there on the couch, earbuds in. She looked ready to go somewhere.
     "Where ya' going?" I asked. She didn't turn my way. Then, I saw a suitcase beside her. Immediately, I grabbed it and opened it, roughly emptying its contents one-by-one.
     "What the fuck, Ashton?" she asked me, pissed.
     "Why?" was all that I could say. My heart was beating. "You- you left your engagement ring in our room, and- and now this-"
     "I cancelled the wedding," she said quietly. I had no words. "Do you not remember anything from last night?" I shook my head. "You got home at 2am, and I waited for you. You accused me of cheating, then we- we fought. And I'm done."
     "That's it?" I asked. Before she could answer, however, I spoke again. "Hey, what's that?" I pointed towards the red mark on her right cheek. Her eyes widened.
     "It's nothing."
     "I didn't- I didn't do that, right?" I asked, scared for her answer, which never came. "You didn't tell me the whole story, did you?" I had tears building up in my eyes, but so did she. She looked down. "I'm checking the cameras."
     Through my phone screen, I saw her waiting. I skipped forward to where I arrived.
     "'What the fuck did you just call me?'" she said through the screen.
     "Ashton stop watching that right now!" she warned. I ignored her, keeping my eyes glued to the screen. Then, it was something I never wanted to see again. It made my flinch. I dropped my phone, my hands shaking. I wanted to die. How fucking stupid could I be to hit my babygirl? I stared at my shaky hands in hatred and regret, before dropping my face into them, just crying. I couldn't handle anything right now; my guilt, my regret, and my selfishness in that I still didn't want her to leave me. I felt an arm on my shoulder, which I shrugged off.
     "Please don't touch me."
     "I forgive you, but- I'm still leaving. I still cancelled the wedding," her angelic voice spoke softly.
     "You don't mean that," I cried. "I'm selfish, but I can't let you go. You know I can't lose you. I love you."
     "Clearly not," you said, getting angry again. "I forgive you, but I won't ever forget. You don't hit anyone you love."
     I cried harder. "Stop," I begged, unable to bare the memory of it. "I'm so sorry."
     "Put everything back in my suitcase; my friend's going to be here any minute." She turned the other way so I wouldn't notice her crying.
     I got down on my knees, grabbing her smaller hands.
     "Please, babygirl. Please don't go. I still want to get married and- and start a family, and-"
     "-and you ruined that," she concluded.
     "I'm sorry," I whimpered. I was being selfish. She'd be happier without me, but still I wanted her to stay. "I'll only let you leave if you don't love me. I know you still love me, though, right, y/n?"
     "N- no," she denied.
     "You're lying," I insisted, trying to reassure myself. At this point, I wasn't certain. "Tell me that you don't love me, then."
     "I'm not lying. I- I don't love you."
     "Really?" I whimpered.
     "I hate you, Ashton," she struggled to say, choking on her tears and looking at me right in the eye.
     I lost it. I got up and walked over to the wall. I punched it with full force; the same hand that hurt my beautiful angel.
     "I LOST HER. SHE'S LEAVING ME HERE ALONE. SHE FUCKING HATES ME," I yelled at myself, then I came to the realization. "Even I hate me," I said quietly. I started hitting myself on the forehead, trying to get all the bad thoughts out - how she'd soon find someone better than me, how she'd tell him all about my insanity, how he would touch her like I used to...
     "Ashton. Stop that," she demanded, walking to me. She grabbed my face and turned it towards her. I looked down. "Look at me, idiot."
     "But- but you hate me. You're leaving me here to die alone," I exaggerated.
     "No no I don't hate you."
     "Why are you leaving me?" I asked. Stupid question.
     "I just want my old Ashy back. Like when we first met."
     "Please don't go," I begged. It was no use.
     "I still think we need a break. Then we can try again."
     I sunk down the floor, my back against the wall. Her hand still caressed my face. I leaned into it, closing my eyes.
     "If that's what you want," I hesitantly accepted. "But you'll come back, right?"
     "I'll try," she said. "But please try to change."
     "I'll do fucking anything for you to come back to me, y/n."