Roadtrip Imagines [Requests Closed]

Brooklyn

Here's an imagine of "What he does after an argument". The first one is with Brooklyn.

After you both have an argument, you sometimes just need some air. You would sit outside and just needed to be by yourself for a while. Brooklyn would walk right past the window not letting him see you. He felt bad but he knows he didn't, neither did you.

Brooklyn would tell one of the boys that he had to go out. "Where are you going?" Jack asked him. Brooklyn walked past him in the hallway towards the door. "I'm just going out to get some food." He said to Jack.

Jack looked at Brooklyn. "What about (Y/N)?" He asked. "She'll be okay, I'll be back soon." Brooklyn responded as he opened the front door, walking out and closed the door behind him.

A minute later, you came back inside and walked into the hallway going upstairs to Brooklyn's room. You walked inside his room but you couldn't find him. So you walked around the house, searching for him and you couldn't find him.

Instead, you walked into the kitchen, seeing Jack and Rye messing around. "Have you guys seen Brooklyn at all?" You asked them as you took a seat on a stool in front of them.

Jack and Rye both turned to look at you. "He said, he was going to go out to get some food." Jack said to you. "Yeah, that." Rye said with a mouth full of chips.

You put your arm on the counter and leaned your head on your hand. "Of course.." You mumbled, looking out the window. Rye and Jack looked at each other then back at you.

As the time kept passing, you put on shorts and one of Brooklyn's hoodie. You were upstairs just laying on his bed watching cartoons. You got bored and decided to walk back downstairs.

You got up from the bed and stood up, walking out of the room heading to go downstairs. As you were downstairs you heard the front door open and you walked towards it.

You saw your boyfriend who just came back home. You looked at Brooklyn. "I heard you got food.." You said softly, putting your hands in the pocket of the hoodie.

Brooklyn chuckled lightly. "You caught me.." He said and held up a bag of food he got. You smiled lightly. "I bought your favorite food (Y/N)." Brooklyn said, looking back towards you.

You released your hands from the pocket and walked up to him. He closed the door behind him. "You didn't have to do that." You sighed, looking up at him.

"But I wanted too." Brooklyn told you. He set down the bag on the table next to him. Knowing that you are kind of stubborn and won't come out and apologize first, he'll buy you something that is your favorite, which will soon make you apologize.

His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you closer into him. "I'm sorry.." You whispered, apologizing. Brooklyn looked down at you. He lifted your chin letting you look at him. "I know." He smiled, "It's okay." He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

You laughed softly, nodding your head. "Just meet me upstairs and bring the bag." Brooklyn laughed and smiled, "Okay." He released his hands from your waist, grabbing the bag from the table.

You stood in front of him and grabbed the bag from his hand. "Thank you." You smiled, walking away from Brooklyn down the hall, turning left to go up the stairs.

He gasped. "Hey!" You turned around, looking back at him. "What?" You said to him. "What about me?" He pouted and pointing at himself.

You laughed and gasped, mimicked your boyfriend. "What about you?" You asked him, walking backwards slowly down the hall.

Brooklyn glared and then smirked at you for a moment. "Brook?" You nervously questioned him. He started walking towards you. So you panicked, stopped walking at the end of the hallway and instantly began running up the stairs to his room. You ran into his room and closed the door behind you.