Why Don't We Imagines and Preferences

Cold// JM

Your pov~
It was a cold night, rare for LA. Jonah and I had just been hanging out around the house as had the other boys. Out of nowhere Jonah and I broke out into a fight, all the boys watched it was terrible. We were just talking and then I said something I shouldn't have, "I wish we got more time together." I was just stating what I thought but he continued to drag it out on how he does his best and he's busy and I'm not appreciative enough. Eventually I couldn't take it, I ran outside in my booty shorts and a tee shirt. Let me just say I was so cold. I ran but I didn't know where to go, I could go to a nearby Starbucks or something but I had no money, Logan's house was too far away, I was stranded and cold. If only Jonah and I hadn't gotten into a fight about something that wasn't worth fighting for. I could be with him at the house, warm, cuddled up. But no. I slowed down and just walked, I looked at the stars, something I usually did with Jonah and a few tears fell so I just looked at my feet. That got me thinking though, am I good enough for Jonah? Am I really worth his time and heart? Why me if I complain when he's doing his best? A few more years fell and I was snapped out of my thoughts when I saw headlights I tried to hide behind a tree but it was too late the car pulled to the side of the road I mean who wouldn't at midnight if they saw someone just wandering in the cold. I heard voices and Daniel and Corbyn jumped out of the car. "Y/n we know you're here." Corbyn said. "Please just let us take you home." Daniel continued. "It's cold and we want to know you're safe." Corbyn said. "Please y/n we miss you already and we love you." Daniel added on. I walked out and they both engulfed me in a hug, it was so warm. "Y/n you're freezing." Daniel said. "You're basically Elsa at this point." Corbyn said making us all laugh. They brought me to the car and I got in the back. Daniel got in the drivers seat and Corbyn in the passengers. Thank god Jonah wasn't here I'm not sure if I was ready to talk to him. The heat finally turned on and Corbyn also said, "There a blanket on the floor for you." "Thank you." I said picking it up.

We finally arrived home. I took a deep breath and walked in behind the boys. I went up for Jonah's room fingering we should talk it out. I saw on his bed and he didn't notice due to the fact he had his head buried in a pillow. I set my still cold hand on his back and rubbed it, "Jonah, I'm home, I'm okay." I said softly. He shot up, puffy eyes from crying. He said nothing just pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry I over reacted now your cold and you're gonna get sick." He said pulling out of the hug and taking off the sweatshirt he had on and handed it to me. I slipped it on feeling protected, loved and warm again. "I shouldn't have said something stupid like that I love you Jonah." I told him. "I love you y/n." He replied ending the conversation as he covered us both up in the bed.

If I were to start an actually book not just random imagines would you read it? Please comment yes or no!