Why Don't We Imagines

All my fault... •jonah•

Jonah's POV
Y/n and I was in an argument. For the 5th time this week... it's Wednesday.

"Y/n you never text me and I'm left worrying about you" I shout

"I'm sorry I actually have a life and I'm not always on my phone, jeez Jonah" she rolls her eyes

"Don't give me attitude baby, I was so worried about you" I feel us drifting and I don't want that, I love her too much.

"And now I'm here... you don't gotta worry" she raises her voice

"That's not the point... every single day I stay up for you... because you never answer your damn phone. What do you even do all the time." I hope she's not cheating

"I go out with friends like a normal 18 year old teenage girl..." she says in a'duh' tone

"Baby don't... you don't not even have time to actually pick your phone up and just tell me you're okay? Or call me? Or answer my fucking voicemails" I start to get mad, just because she's 'out with friends' bullshit

"I'm trying to socialize with them not always have my nose in my phone" she shouts back.

"So you can give them all your time, but you can't even give me... your boyfriend, 2 minutes... okay then" I fold my arms

"I sleep with you every night" she argues

"And you leave when I'm still asleep... I don't believe you're just 'out with friends' you... you don't even look at my fucking texts" she should at least give me a little of her time

"Believe what you fucking want you asshole... can you not just understand that I like listening to what my friends want to do and say! I don't like looking at this thing" she throws her phone onto the ground

"But that thing is the only thing I actually have to you now... you're never fucking home, you leave when I'm asleep and then come back at midnight. You never tell me where you're going! I'm your boyfriend, I'm supposed to know where you are" why is she being a bitch about it

"Exactly. You're my boyfriend, not my fucking bodyguard" she walks past me up the stairs. She smelt of alcohol

"Where do you think you're going?" I follow her

"Away from here and you" she grabs her bag

"Why have you been drinking"

"Because you make me so fucking stressed..." ME?! I just worry about her

"I make you stressed. Have you seen the circles underneath my eyes from the hours I'm staying up. Waiting on you to come home! Don't even pin this on me, you know it's you"

"Oh so it's ME?" She sniggers "fuck you Jonah" she runs down the stairs.

I don't bother going after her. I'm sick of her actually blaming everything on me.

I love her with my whole damn heart but shes so confusing.

I just sit on the edge of my bed with my head in my hands. I know she'll say sorry, she always does.

I walk downstairs and see her phone was still there.

I decided to do a little snooping. She can't always be out with her friends.

I found tinder and a load of boys on her Snapchat which made me a little mad, but she always talks about me to her friends and her family.

I make myself a cup of coffee and think.

I can't stand her mad at me. I need to make things better.

I grab my keys and phone and get into my car. She's probably gone to her moms house or her brothers house. They both live in the same neighborhood