Classic Rock Imagines

Phil Lewis; Handcuffs 🌹

Requested by ~ rock-n-roll-soul  (Frankie)

- smut warning -

~ Frankie's POV ~

"Frankie," Phil whined as he shut the door to our apartment and locked the door behind him.

"Phil," I sad back in a sarcastic tone.

"It wasn't what it looked like," he complained, trying to walk over toward me but I quickly turned way to walk to our bedroom.

There really wasn't any escaping him in this scenario, so I don't even know why I tried in the first place. He was so demanding. And I could never be mad at him for real.

"Frankie, you've got to believe me," he went on, following me into the bedroom but standing in the doorway as I immediately started slipping off my dress clothes so that way I could get more comfortable in pajamas.

"It's fine, Phil," I said, making eye contact with him for only a moment before focusing my attention back onto getting changed.

"I know when you're lying," he reasoned. "Please just tell me you're pissed."

"I'm not pissed," I said defensively, my tone growing angry because he wouldn't let up.

"Well you must be because you didn't say one word to me on the ride home," he went on. "Please just talk to me, you're killing me."

"I don't really want to talk about the girl who's throat you were sticking your tongue down earlier tonight," I said, my words cutting through the tension that had been growing in the air.

"I told you, she kissed me first," he said, letting his head hang down. "I don't know what to do to get you to believe me."

"I know she kissed you first," I began. "I saw it. But you didn't have to kiss her back."

"I didn't," he lied. I knew he was lying.

"You had your hand on the back of her head, you were pulling her closer to you!" I started yelling, picking up my dress clothes off of the floor and throwing the pieces at him because I was growing so frustrated with him right now.

"Frankie, please just let me explain," he begged, dodging the flying clothing that was now coming his way.

"I already know everything!" I demanded. "I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth."

Phil didn't say anything else, and I felt like I won so I internally smiled, even though my heart was shattering into a million pieces right now. It's not that we were even exclusive or anything, we haven't even been together long enough to have that conversation yet.

I got into my pajamas and got under the covers of the bed so that I could shut my eyes and dream of a day where I wasn't feeling like I do right now. I just loved him so much, I hated to think that he didn't feel the same way about me because he was clearly thinking about being with other girls, when I only wanted to be with him.

"Frankie," Phil's voice said softly through the darkness of the room.

He couldn't see because I was rolling my eyes. And I rolled them even harder when I felt the foot of the bed sink down because he was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Please tell me if there's anything I can do to make it up to you," he went on. "Please, Frankie."

"There isn't anything," I said truthfully. "It hurt me to see you do that. The damage has already been done."

"Maybe you need to hurt me then," he said, but his tone was rather sarcastic.

"Stop making everything about sex," I complained, feeling tears start to welt to my eyes because he could never just take things seriously. Especially when it came to him being wrong about something.