Imagine request by ManjuBhatia6
Piling the leftover food in the trash, I sighed and began washing up the dishes. It was Saturday night, which meant date night. Usually, we go out, but I told Justin that I wanted to cook for us tonight – but he was a no show.
This has happened on more than one occasion, too. It's always a stupid excuse, and I'm sick of it.
Once I had tidied up around the house, making sure everything was in place and neat, I made my way upstairs to take a quick shower before I settled into bed.
Throwing on some shorts and a vest top, I climbed into our king size bed and grabbed my phone. I wasn't tired, I just had nothing else to do since Justin wasn't here. Scrolling down my instagram, I spotted that Rory had uploaded a shot of Justin. He was out with Rory.
That angered me. He had time to have more photos of himself taken - even though theres enough to last a lifetime - but he can't remember a meal we had planned a week in advance?
Locking my phone, I tossed it to the other side of the bed and let out a frustrated sigh. I was beyond tired of this, it was never me who forgot – always him.
Around an hour later I heard the front door open. Climbing out of bed, I walked to the top of the stairs and stood there, arms folded.
I watched as he carefully closed the door before turning around, jumping slightly when he saw me. "Oh, hey baby. Did I wake you?"
I scoffed and rolled my eyes, "Justin, what day is it today?"
"Uhm... Saturday, right?"
The fact that he looked none-the-wiser infuriated me, how dare he???
"And what did we have planned for Saturday night?"
He stood still, his brow furrowing due to his thinking, I tapped my foot impatiently as I watched him wrack his brain for an answer. It was a minute or two before his eyes widened. "Shit, I'm sorry."
Sorry? SORRY????
"Sometimes sorry isn't good enough, Justin. How many times have you done this to me?!" I asked, my voice raising slightly at the end. I couldn't contain it any longer, I'd let it slide before, but something about tonight just made me go at him.
"I know, and I just said that I was sorry didn't I?" He responded in the same tone.
"You know, I am so sick of you always making me second to everything else! Your job, your plans, everything Justin, am I even important?!"
"Maybe if you had a life and stopped relying on me you wouldn't get so angry about missing a few dates!"
I stopped and looked at him in shock and hurt, his face automatically filling with regret.
"Baby, I–"
"Sleep on the couch, asshole." I spat, turning around and slamming the bedroom door, turning the lock.
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Next Morning:
My eyes fluttered open due to the beam of sunlight shining in through the crack in the curtains. Checking my phone, it was 11am – I'd slept in a little longer than usual, but that was probably because I didn't have anyone to wake me up.
I had tossed and turned practically all night replaying Justin's words in my head. They stung. We'd never really argued much, but if we had, it never got personal. Do I really rely on him?
Reluctantly climbing out of bed, not really wanting to face the day just yet, I padded my way towards my robe and put it on before untwisting the lock on our door and making my way down the stairs. As my bare foot touched the first step, the smell of cooking hit my nose and my stomach rumbled.
Typical me, always about the food.
Entering the kitchen with my arms folded, I watched as Justin stood with his bare back to me, cooking what looked like bacon in the pan.
Panning the room, the dining room table grabbed my attention. I spotted a teddy bear, flowers and other breakfast foods laid out across the glass table.
Clearing my throat to let him know I was present, Justin turned to me and his expression automatically changed from blank to guilty.
"Baby, I'm so sorry about what I said last night." He announced.
Looking down at the floor, I rubbed my arms, growing uncomfortable, I didn't particularly want to talk about it.
"Do I really rely on you?" I asked, my voice barely above a mumbled.
"Of course you don't – you're incredibly independent. I don't even know why it came out, I guess I was just annoyed at something beforehand and I took it out on you."
Sighing, I nodded, "Okay."
"I know this doesn't really make up for much, but I had a feeling you'd be hungry." He cracked a smile. Returning a small one, I nodded again.
"Thank you," I said, walking over to the teddy bear, "I love this, too."
"Good. Once again, I'm so sorry and I love you so much." He rambled, coming to my side and kissing my temple.
"I love you, too."
