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5. Liam Hemsworth x reader - I forgive you

Your POV-
Shopping. You've been wanting to go for the longest time, but your boyfriend, Liam, hates it, so he keeps putting it off, saying that he take you the next day. However, it's been two weeks worth of 'next days' and he still hasn't budged off of the couch. You understand that he wants to relax, because he is on a filming break and however fun filming can be, it is still stressful. But, he has barely gotten off of the couch since he came back, and it is kind of like he is still gone. You missed him while he was actually gone, and him acting like you weren't there, even if it was unintentional, still hurt. You wanted to see him, to hang out with him, to cuddle and go on a date with him, and even just to talk to him and be able to hear his deep, sexy voice in person. That is all you wanted. But, because all he was doing was lounging around, you got none of that. He would go into your shared living room and plop down on the couch, beer and bag of chips in hand, and sprawl out over the entire thing, leaving no room for you. When he wasn't watching TV, he had his headphones on and was listening to whatever music he listens to, you didn't even know anymore. And for sleeping, he usually fell asleep on the couch, watching TV, so you would have to come in, put a blanket on his large figure, clean up, and turn the TV off for him. When he did manage to come to bed, he came late and left it early, and mainly stayed on his side, which he never used to do.

After thinking about all of that, you realized that it was time to do something about it. You were his girlfriend after all, and you loved him, and he loved you back, right? You had never really thought of that before. What is he didn't love you anymore, and was just using you and your house as a place to crash until filming started again? Trying to clear your head of those nasty thoughts, you put your earbuds in, and head outside for a walk. Screw doing something about him now. Closing the door, you think about how he probably doesn't even care about you leaving. There was a pretty good chance that you could go anywhere, and do anything, and he wouldn't even bad an eye. Your eyes starting to water, you quicken your pace, not even caring where you are headed anymore. If he didn't care, why should you?
After several more minutes of this, you pick your head up and realize you have no idea where you are. You already didn't know this city very well, you had moved into your own house here because of him, and you were bad with directions and navigation in general. Fumbling in your pocket for your phone, all you feel is your iPod, and, with a sinking feeling, you realize that in your hurry to clear your mind, you had left it at home. Great, now I have no idea where I am AND I have know way of calling anybody to get them to come and pick me up. You decide to sit down on the curb and wait for someone to drive by so you could ask for help. It's all his fault, you think. This is all his fault.

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His POV-

As my eyes flutter open, I push the blanket off of me and sit up. Wait, that blanket wasn't here before. And, everything is cleaned up and the TV  is turned off. That's really weird.  Getting off of the couch, I realize that the only person who could have done this is Y/N. Y/N,  I think, as a sudden sinking feeling appears in my chest. Y/N. She must have done this. She could have just left me, yet she chose to help me. I've been a terrible boyfriend. All I have done is lounge around and drink beer and watch Netflix and yet she is still here. Why does she choose to stay? She could have left a long time ago, I thought. Then, I realized it. This is her home. I've been camping out here for weeks, and she hasn't asked me to leave once. Why? If I were her, I would have kicked me out. She must really love me. I need to apologize and tell her that I still love her,  I decide. As I walk up the stairs, I call her name. "Y/N! Y/N? Where are you?", putting my ear up to the bedroom door, our bedroom door, I listen for her crying. Silence. Slowly, I push open the door, hoping to find her inside. I look throughout the entire room, finding nothing. She's probably just using the bathroom. Yeah, she must be suing the bathroom. It's the only logical place left.  As I open the door to our shared en-suite, I peek inside, hoping the see her standing at the sink, washing her face like she did every night before I left, or sitting on the floor reading a book, again like she used to before I left. Everything was better before I left. We were both happy, I wasn't being an ass and ignoring her, and I always made sure I knew where she was and that she was safe. Then it hit me. What if she had left the house?  I'd better call her,  I thought. But what if she ignores me? Then I guess I will keep calling her until she picks up,  I decide, worrying for her safety. Dialing her number, I wait for her to pick up. I then hear it. A noise coming from downstairs. Maybe she's back! Then I can apologize!  In my rush downstairs, I accidentally hang up the phone and throw it onto our bed. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I decide to run into the kitchen. That is usually the first place she goes to when she get's home, or at least it used to be. In the kitchen, there is something flat, black, and glossy sitting on the counter. Her phone, I realize, now in a slight state of panic. That noise was her phone. She must have left it in a rush to go outside, just like I rushed downstairs. This is all my fault. Now I have to go out and look for her. I hope she's okay. I love her so much and would not be able to deal with myself if anything happened to her because of me.

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Your POV-

Brrrrr, I shiver in the cool evening air. In my haste, I forgot to grab my phone and put on a coat. It is just now that I realize that I have been crying. Why am I crying for someone who doesn't even love me back? Why can't I let him go? If I would have realized that he doesn't care sooner, this never would have happened! Sobbing now, I feel a drip on my head. I look up and get hit with another. Now it's raining. Way to add to my misery, Mother Nature, I think, rolling my eyes. I curl up into ball, trying to preserve my body heat. Who knows how long I will be out here, because there is a low chance that anyone cares enough to come and find me, I scoff, wondering what will happen to me. As I think this, a large black car pulls up. Backing up from the curb without thinking, I wonder who it is. Hopefully not some gang leader, or I may as well kill myself right now, I think. A door slams, and I curl myself back into a ball, deciding that I don't care who it is. "Babe! Y/N, I'm here now! I am so, so sorry. I was being a jerk," a deep, Australian voice says. Liam? He's here? Why? He doesn't even care about me anymore, I debate inside my head, and make the decision to look up. Sure enough, it is Liam. "L-Liam, what are you doing here?", I ask him. "Love, I came to get you. I was so worried! I'm really sorry for being a jerk, and I have more to say to you, but first lets get you home," he says to me, and I nod, shivering. He picks me up, and places me in the warm car, which I just realized is exactly like his car. Well, it must be his car, you idiot, why else would he be driving it?

(time skip brought to you by a certain Peeta bread)

A voice interrupts my thoughts. "We're home, love. I am going to carry you up to the bathroom so you can change your clothes, you're soaked, and so we can talk, ok?" "Ok, I guess," I respond, now starting to really feel the cold soaking through my thin shirt and leggings. He picks me up with ease once more, carrying me inside and up the stairs, and I find myself curling up into his chest, looking for his comfort. I feel hm pull me closer, as if he had read my mind. Finally, he sets me down in the bathroom and says, "I'm going to get a nice, warm bath running for you, alright?" "T-Thanks," I respond, still shivering. He notices this and engulfs me in one of his hugs. He pulls away for a second and says, "You know I still love you, right? I had never stopped." Before, I wouldn't have believed him, but now, after what has just happened, I know he has never stopped. I was just too absorbed in my own negative thoughts to realize it. "I know. I still love you, as well. Now, can we get that bath running, I'm freezing,"you comment. He chuckles at this, responding with "Well, you certainly haven't lost your sense of humor. Listen, I know I was being a jerk by ignoring you-" "I forgive you," I say, cutting him off. His face immediately relaxes and he pulls me into his hug again. "I love you," we both say at the same time, laughing. It was this moment that I realized that he was the one for me.

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