.:{Imagines}:. ~ IM5

Gabe Imagine for Anon

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Wish I'd gotten your name! I hope you enjoy! I have a lot of fun writing these! I totally want to start preferences, but I can't beat Eles at that EVER, she's amazing.

~ Alana

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You can't deny it. You were past pissed, past angry. You were furious.

"Gabe, don't fucking smirk at me. This isn't a game." Your voice wavered, but you intended for it to sound strong. He never took you seriously.

He rolled his eyes. "Look, babe. It wasn't anything serious."

You slammed your fist down on the coffee table so hard that it rattled. " Don't babe me. Is anything serious to you anymore, Gabe? Fan or not, you can't kiss her and think it isn't serious!"

His face hardened. "It was just a peck! From a 5er? Honestly {Y/N}, get a fucking grip."

Your throat closed up, and you glared at him. "Don't tell me to get a fucking grip, Gabriel. You don't just do shit like that. If you want to go around kissing sluts, fine by me. It's not my problem anymore."

You whip around to leave the room, but he grips your arm, tightly. "Where are you going?" he hisses.

You yank it away. "Where the hell do you think I'm going? I'm leaving. I'm done with your constant shit and excuses. I'm not having it, I'm done."

He clenched his fists, and though you knew he's never hit you, you were scared, regardless.

"What constant shit? All I ever do is be there for you, do shit for you. This is what I get? A horrible girlfriend? Fuck that."

You laugh sarcastically. "Oh, really? If you think that your little fans can be a better girlfriend than I ever was, why don't you date them?" Tears threatened your eyes, but you willed to hold them back. Don't cry. Don't let him see you that way.

"MAYBE I WILL!" He was screaming now, and he punched the nearby wall, breaking through the thinnest layer.

Your heart jumped, triggering a fresh flow of tears. Great. Just what you needed.

"Like I said," you stammered. "Fucking. Done."

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You had your things packed in seconds. You contemplated leaving through the fire-escape, but through sheer pride, you'd leave through the front exit, where he could see you. Gabe had been the ideal boyfriend, at first. As much as he didn't want to admit it, though, fame got to his head. It was the opposite of the Gabe you had.

He was silent in the other room as you packed. You silently hoped that he would apologize, and never act that way again. But how many times has he promised that? A ton. And every single damn time, he always goes back to being an enormous douchebag. Whatever. You were over it now.

You tugged the two suitcases behind you, placing the promise ring he'd given you for your two year anniversary on the bedside table.

You stalked out, making a beeline for the door.

A strangled voice appeared from behind you.

"{Y/N}, please, wait. Just hear me out..."

You whipped around, face to face with his red, tear strained eyes. He looked dazed, broken. It was his mistake, his loss. You'd made up your mind.

"G-goodbye Gabriel," you choked out.

Escaping through the door was the easy part. Forgetting was harder.

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I hope you enjoyed, love!

~ Alana