Palaye Royale/Waterparks Imagines

Maybe | r.l.

     I flinched as I heard the door slam but I didn't move from my bed. I couldn't bring myself to do anything but sob harder. I looked out the window, hearing a car door shut, my heart sinking to the floor when it's only my neighbor. I really fucked it up this time. I should've just believed him when he told me it was a stupid tabloid. Now he's gone and won't be back.

     Two days ago, I read on the internet that Rem was seen at a show with his ex, Monica. Remington came home from shooting a music video and I was pissed. He walked through the door, I was sitting on the couch, laptop on the cushion next to me with the tab open with the story up. I didn't even look up from my phone when he came over and sat next to me, picking up my laptop and setting it to the other side of him. Remington sat silent for a moment before leaning on my shoulder, "You're not even gonna say 'hi' to me after I've been gone all day?" He asked with a smile.

   I shook my head with a sigh, "Rem, can you be completely honest with me for a moment?" I looked him in the eye, his expression was confusion as he nodded, "Of course babe. What's up?" He sat up straight. I took a deep breath, "Are you seeing Monica again?" I asked quickly, letting the words fall from my mouth before I could rethink them. Remington looked shocked before he let out a loud laugh, "Why would I? I have you." he tried wrapping his arms around my waist but I stood up. Sighing, I rubbed my face and looked at him, hands on my hips, "Remington, I seriously need you to tell me if you are," I told him. "No, I'm not. Y/N, I'm being honest with you. I don't have anything to do with her." he told me, "then how did the picture get taken. I know it's recent because I just found that shirt for you and washed it like three days ago." I told him. "Samuel and Vanessa are still together, Monica hangs out with Vanessa. She was trying to talk to me but I walked away to talk to Emerson. Baby, seriously, it's just a stupid gossip thing on the internet." I heard him talk but I didn't listen to a word that came from his mouth. 

I shook my head and pointed to the door, "please, just go, Rem." I whispered. Remington grabbed my hand but I yanked away as tears streamed down my face. "Please." I said, "fine, I'll fucking leave." he said, grabbing his jacket and slamming the door. I ran upstairs and fell onto the bed, hugging his pillow. I couldn't believe this.

Two days later, I'm sitting in the bed I haven't left since he walked out the door. I looked at my phone, hoping for there to be a text message or missed call or even a voicemail, but the only notification was the someone like my instagram photo. I sighed and let my head fall back against the headboard. I really need to check with him, I know that but he probably doesn't want to hear from me. I picked up my phone again and went to Emerson's contact, touching the message bubble, "uh hey, dont tell him i asked but hows rem?" I sent the message after staring at it for a good two minutes. I got up and took a shower, got dressed and went downstairs to make coffee. 

I took a deep breath and finally looked at my phone, "he's not well. he's a complete wreck, you need to call him." I sighed and took a minute to calm my nerves. I grabbed my phone and pulled up Remington's contact and took out a deep breath, clicking the phone icon. With every ring, my heart pounded faster and my knee bounced more erratically. After listening to the ringing for a long time, it stops and I can hear background noise. 

"Yeah?" I heard the quiet, raspy voice of a whisper. "Hey," I breathed out, "Will you come home, please?" I asked quietly. Remington was silent for a while and sighed, "maybe," he said and I nodded as tears pricked at my eyes. "Okay," I said, my voice cracking a bit. I waited for a moment, "I hope you do," I said before hanging up. I set my phone on the kitchen table and stood up, walking into the kitchen. I ate some cereal and went to the living room.

Opening my eyes, I heard the door shut quietly and sat up, looking over to see Remington walking into the house. "Hey," he whispered and sat on the end of the couch by my feet. "Hi," I said and sat up more, leaning on the arm of the couch. "I'm sorry," I said, looking up at him to see he was looking down at hi feet, head in his hands. "Rem, I'm so sorry. I should've trusted you. I shouldn't have made you leave. If I ever tell you to leave again, please don't." I said, tearing rolling from my eyes. 

Remington looked at me with tears in his eyes, "I will never cheat on you, never lie you, okay?" he said and held tightly to my hand. I nodded as I looked down, trying to stop the snot from leaving my nose. "Hey," Remington's hand cupped my face so I couldn't look away, "I love you so much and I don't ever want to fuck this up," Rem's voice cracked a bit and I cried more as I heard those three special words leave his mouth. "Remmy, I love you too." I said, pulling him to my lips in a sweet kiss.

I rested my forehead against his and smiled, "I'm so sorry," I whispered, eyes closed. "Don't be baby, I'm here now and that's what matters." he told me, kissing my nose. "Let's go upstairs and you can make it up to me," Remington winked and pulled my hand as he walked to the stairs, "Fine," I said, rolling my eyes and smiling.