All Time Low Imagines

Depression Day

Authors Note- No shame to Tangled, I love that movie. I couldn't think of a movie a "guy" wouldn't like so this came to mind. Idk. I edited this but Idk if it's any better. If it's not I'm sorry guys, I'm trying :/

Y/N's P.o.v-

I dreadfully woke up this morning. I knew it was going to be one of those days. I had stuff to do today, and I wanted to do them. I needed to get groceries, and clean the house. But I had this weight on my shoulders that wouldn't let me do them. No matter how hard I tried. All I could do was lay in bed all day, not even sleeping. I was just staring off, not having the energy to pull myself to focus on the TV playing in the background. I never told Jack about how I feel, I usually pass it off as not feeling good, or forcing myself up, and acting like everything is fine. I couldn't today, it was overwhelming. I never tried to tell Jack about it, I just let him say what he has to say, and let myself feel guilty. He just wouldn't understand, so I never tried. 

"Y/N? Why're you still laying in bed?" Jack asked from the door. I didn't look at him as I shrugged my shoulders. He dropped his things by the door and stood in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Did you do anything?" He asked looking down at me. I shook my head and looked down at the stain of hot chocolate on the sheets I spilled last night. I was supposed to wash them today.

"What the fuck Y/N? You were supposed to go to grocery shopping today and do other things. That's all I asked of you. Why are you still laying in bed? I left at six o'clock this morning. I'm the only one that works in this house, and if I ask you to do anything, It's not hard to expect it to happen." He shouted making me flinch. I didn't look up at him and I could feel tears fill my eyes.

"Fine, if you don't want to fucking talk to me I'll go out and do everything. Maybe when I get back you'll stop being so fucking lazy." He snapped before slamming the door and leaving. 

Jack's P.o.v-

I came back a couple hours later still pissed off. I might have over reacted but it made me mad that I told her she doesn't have to work,  I make enough where she doesn't have to work and we can still live comfortably, and she can't do the simple things I ask. Yeah, it's not all the time. But it happens too much. She doesn't do anything and just laid in bed all fucking day. 

"I can't fucking believe this." I mumbled grabbing all the bags and walking inside, making sure to slam the door behind me. I put all the groceries and went to check the bedroom and she was asleep.

"I really can't fucking believe this." I said to myself and shook my head. I closed the bedroom door and went to get the cleaning supplies from the hall closet. I did HER cleaning and decided to make dinner. As pissed off as I am at her, we both needed to eat. I made everything and she stumbled downstairs a while later in a baggy sweatshirt. She had dark circles under her eyes. I sighed and sat down a plate for her. She sat down and pulled her knees into her chest. 

"You're welcome." I mumbled sitting down across from her. She whispered something I couldn't make out and just pushed her food around her plate with her fork. 

"What? Is it not good enough for you?" I snapped annoyed. She looked up at me and she had tears in her eyes and I frowned, instantly regretting how I was treating her. She never cries, hell I cry more than her. I knew I was being too hard on her. 

"I'm sorry." She whimpered wiping the tears from her eyes. 

"What's wrong sweetheart? I'm sorry I got mad, bu-" 

"I don't have the energy. I tried to get out of bed. But I couldn't." She said wiping at the tears coming out of her eyes. I frowned and walked over to her and pulled her into my chest, rubbing her back. She was shaking with sobs. 

"I'm so fucking depressed today. I'm miserable. I th-thought I could do it without my medication. But it's getting so overwhelming." She sobbed into my shirt. My breath caught in my throat. She has depression? She never told me. I would never have said the things I did to her when she gets in her moods. When she's moody, or sluggish, or sleeping too much. When she'll lock herself in the bedroom and constantly tell me she wants to be alone. When she'll barely eat the dinners I make her, no matter how long I spend making them. When she's been depressed and I've been too stupid to notice. 

"Oh baby. Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry for how I've been treating you today. I'm so sorry." I whispered softly wrapping my arms around her tighter. She whimpered and wrapped her arms around me tightly. I kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back.

"Come on. Forget the dinner, and let's go lay on the couch." I mumbled into her hair. She nodded softly and followed me to the couch. I sat down and let her curl herself into me and wrapped a blanket around us, turning on her favorite movie Tangled (even though I can't stand it, but this was all about her, so I can suffer through it). 

"Thank you." She mumbled looking up at me finally giving me a soft smile, making my heart melt. I smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead. I smiled contently looking down at her. 

"I love you." I whispered running my hands through her hair, not wanting to talk too loudly and interrupt her movie. She hummed and snuggled herself closer. 

"I love you too Jacky." She mumbled sleepily before I could hear her soft snores leaving me to watch the movie by myself. Of course she did. I laughed softly and turned the light off and shifted so I could laid down and held her into me. I really did love her with all my heart.