PBWS2 (COMPLETED)

"Call me. Text me. Reach out to me, for god-sake."

A/N: thanks to -5secondpose for requesting this, hope you like it!

You had been skipping your scheduled shows without telling anyone what you were doing. You had many people texting and calling you to check up but you never answered any of them back. You didn't want to put your problems on anyone else and thought it was best to just disappear and figure them out yourself. But tonight, you had decided to show up, not early, not on time but, instead late.

Not even thirty seconds after walking into the building of where the show was being held, you were ambushed by your best friend and boyfriend, Christian.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick."

"I had to figure out some stuff, okay?" You replied coldly.

"Well, you can't just show up whenever you please, Y/N. You know that." He scolded.

"I just needed to be alone Christian! I  wanted to figure something out on my own for once, is that a crime?"

"No but I -."

"Then let me go. I'm still scheduled for a match tonight, you know?" You tried to walk away from him only to have him grab you by the arm, just gently enough to stop you.

"Well next time you decide to run off, give me a heads up that I won't be seeing you so I don't get worried again. Seriously. Call me. Text me. Reach out to me, for god-sake. I love you Y/N. I'm here for you. We're supposed to be a team." He sighed.

"Fine, anything to make you leave me alone right now." You said, removing your arm from his grasp. "Now, if you'll allow me... I've got to go tell Hunter why I haven't been here and see if I still have my match." You added before walking away from him, leaving him standing in the hallway alone.