imagines | d.t

heels [e.d]

"baby, are you ready yet?" your boyfriend of four years, ethan, calls to you.

you quickly wipe your wet eyes and try to find a pair of shoes you could wear, other than your heels.

you hated heels because of how tall they made you.

you didn't always hate them but your ex-boyfriend would yell at you and abuse you when you wore them since they made you taller than him.

not to mention that you were already a bit taller than him since you were extremely tall.

"i'm almost ready." you respond with a shaky voice, turning to look at the vanity and tidy yourself up.

you feared that ethan would walk in and see you since he could always tell when you were upset.

you didn't want to worry him, especially this
time. he'd obviously think it was stupid.

he also didn't need anything else to worry about since he already had his plate full from the premiere of his and graysons new fragrance collab with wakeheart, which you were yet to leave for.

just like you thought, the door opens and a sexy and handsome looking ethan stood there with a smile on his face.

his expression drops completely when he sees you and you give up, not trying to hide your face. you let him look at your red eyes, your puffy face, your tear streaked cheeks and your pouty lips.

"baby" ethan whispers, moving closer to you as his entire face turns into an upset expression.

you move back and turn away, you sniffle and wipe your eyes.

get yourself together y/n.

you listen to your inner conscience and take a deep breath to try and steady your breathing. you genuinely didn't want to worry ethan, it wasn't like most people when you would say it's fine but you wanted him to ask, that wasn't how it was at all.

you wanted him to just believe that you were fine so you wouldn't ruin this day for him with your nagging.

you force yourself to make eye contact and put on the best fake smile you can muster and begin to walk away to your shared bathroom.

"i'm fine, everything's fine, let me just go touch up my-"

but ethans hand grips your arm and stops you, your breath hitching in your throat as he turns you around to be met with his serious and concerned expression.

he takes a step closer to you and his 6'1 body just about towers over your 5'9 one. you don't look away and keep the heavy eye contact with his intimidating eyes, even though you felt like you were getting closer to breaking down again by the second.

"no, you're not fine, so don't try to convince me you are y/n." ethan speaks sternly with furrowed brows, he clenches his jaw and uses his grip on your hand to pull you closer towards him.

you knew he was being serious with you only because he cared about you, and that made your heart flutter, but you wanted to just go fix your makeup so you guys could get going but it seemed like that wasn't gonna happen.

a huge lump forms in your throat and you try to blink away your tears, an ache being felt in your chest.

you didn't want to sit down and let him comfort you and listen to what was bothering you, which he would do in a heartbeat, even if that means he misses his own premiere.

but you weren't okay with that.

"e, it's really fine." ,you try to convince him by giving the best fake laugh you could let it out with a smile, "i just need to fix my makeup before we get going, okay baby?"