Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{Misunderstanding} J.A

I was laying with my boyfriend, Jack, when my phone started going off like mad. I was confused at first but decided against looking. I turned my phone off and went back to cuddling with Jack. It wasn't long until his phone was going off as well, we both got fed up and decided to check what was going on.

My face fell when I went onto twitter. My heart pounded and my head raced.

I looked to see Jack with his head in his hands already.

"Jack" I croaked, my voice was small and shaky.

"What the hell was that?" his voice was calm, but it was a scary calm, he was a bomb reayd to explode at any minute.

"It's not what it looks like, I promise. Look at the picture, really look at it Jack" I insisted. That was all it took for Jack's timer to go off.

"Dammit Y/N! I already looked at the picture! Thats clearly you hoeing it up with another dude! I don't want to look at it again. I don't want to look at you again. I don't understand, we were so happy, we were fine. What happened?" he shouted. He stood from the bed and started pacing.

"Nothing happened! If you would just lo-"

"Y/N!" he cut in, "I don't want to see a picture of you cheating on me with some dirt bag okay! If you weren't happy you should have just said something. You know what? I don't need this, or you. I'm so much better off without a cheating bitch like you" he spat in a fit of rage. My tears were falling down my cheeks, I didn't know what to do.

"I didn't cheat Jack. Just-" I stopped for a moment, capturing his attention, "You know what?" I began again in a calm tone, "if you wont even try, then don't bother. You said you're better off without me? so be it. I'm not going to hold you back. Just go" he looked to me with his broken red eyes, grabbed his coat and walked out the door with a slam.

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An eary quietness filled the house, seeping into every corner, filling everything with nothing. The house grew dark, the life of it leaving with Jack because it didn't even know you were innocent.

You picked yourself up from the bed and walked over to your desk. You sat in the chair with your head held in your unstable hands, your fingers slowly closed over your hair as you tugged at it. A scream threatned to burst from your mouth, it clawed its way up, not even apologizing for the scratches it left. You chocked it down but it wouldn't budge, finally, you let it out. You pulled your hair hard as you screamed and cried. Your knees pulled themselves to your chest as you hugged them close and rocked back and forth. It's only been two hours since Jack left, and you alreayd hit your peak of being miserable.

Your phone has still been going off since the fight and you were getting sick of being accused of something you didn't do, names you didn't deserve to be called by people whom have no reason or right to call you them.

In one swift moment you swung your arms over your desk top, pushing everything to the ground. Enough was enough.

You grabbed your phone and tweeted, I'm done with this. If you want the full story I'll be live in five minutes

You gathered yourself a little bit more than before, even though you knew it was going to be pointless.

You sat infront of your phone screen, infront of thousands of angry people.

You took in a shaky breath before starting, "Stop" was all you said at first, "Stop ruining peoples lives just because it's better than your own. Stop jumping to conculsions you know aren't true. Stop getting into a persons personal life when they don't want you in it. Just stop. You wanted the story? Here's the story. That is me in the picture yes. That's not Jack in the picture though. I know you assumed that I was cheating, I know that not all of you know me personally to know who that is. I know I don't want to ever remember" your eyes skimmed over the screen and you took in your appearance. Your mascara ran, your hair was a mess, the room behind you was a mess. Everything was a mess.