𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 & 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀

mad at you; zdh

part two to 'i still do'

"yeah but zach you need to understand where i'm coming from and why i'm pissed off!"

i sighed and sat down on the third stair, while she crossed her arms and leaned on the front door.

what were we even fighting for?

"zach? zach! are you even listening to me?!"

i was ripped out of my trance and nodded.

"yes yeah of course i do baby, and i'm sorry."

she smiled and i stood up, bringing her into my arms and kissing the top of her head.

"i'm sorry zach, i just get worked up some times."

"i understand baby, don't worry."

•

"she just gets really worked up one minute and is screaming bloody murder at me, and the next she's apologizing and she's all over me. to be honest guys, she's messing with my head."

"well you wanted to get back with her bro."

"yeah, why did you get back with her?"

"i missed her. i just missed every damn thing about her, but i forgot how psychotic she could be."

the boys nodded and i sighed.

"thanks for your help guys."

•

"zach where the hell have you been?!"

she screamed at me the minute i step foot inside of the apartment and i rolled my eyes. i strolled into the kitchen and she was standing there in a lace bralette and some booty shorts and she looked amazing.

"sorry baby i was with the boys, i must've lost track of the time."

she raised her eyebrows and scanned my appearance. my hair was messy from having a nap in the studio, my shirt had been untucked from my jeans and my collar was sticking up. i widened my eyes as i knew where this was going.

"don't bullshit me zach. are you cheating on me?!"

she raised her voice and her arms flew up in the air. i spoke in a calm voice and tried to reassure her but it wasn't working.

"baby no, i just had a nap at the studio and my clothes-."

i was interruped by a vase smashing against the wall right near my head and i gasped.

"yn what the hell?!"

"you're such a fucking liar zach! what's she like huh? is she pretty? have big boobs and a nice ass, huh? tell me zach, is she better than me?!"

"yn for the millionth god damn time i am not fucking cheating on you!"

she rolled her eyes and the argument got even more heated.

"i can't believe you zachary! you had the nerve to come here and ask me to give you a second chance and then you go and cheat on me?! fuck you zach, you're unbelievable."

she scoffed and spun around opening the fridge.

"yn i'm not fucking cheating on you! why don't you fucking believe me?!"

"because you're a fucking scumbag?"

i let out a dry laugh and stormed out of the kitchen.

"and where the fuck are you going?"

"i'm fucking done with you yn!"

"good, leave see if i care!"

i opened the front door and she sniffled, causing my heart to break. i shut the door and walked back into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around her.

"zach i'm sorry."

"it's okay baby."

"you're not mad at me are you?"

"of course not baby."

she stood up and wrapped her arms back around me and i kissed her head.

"cause baby i just can't stay mad at you."

•

i woke up the next morning and kissed her on the head. she stirred but stayed asleep and i decided to get up and make breakfast for us. i made my way downstairs and stopped when i saw the broken vase on the floor.

my memory flew back to yesterday's events and i couldn't even remember what we were fighting for.

as i was cooking, i thought about our relationship. we always laughed, but then she cried like two minutes later over something that i did.

i sighed and put the pancakes on the plate and brought them up to our room.

•

"zach what the hell was that?!"

we got back into the car and i slammed the door leaning back in my seat.

"what yn? what did i do now?"

i huffed and my tone of voice had a hint of annoyance in it.

"do you not fucking know? fuck sake zach it was so obvious!"

"well fucking tell me then, 'cause i haven't got the slightest clue."

she rolled her eyes.

"you were horrible to my parents!"

i furrowed my eyebrows and looked at her.

"what the fuck?"

i sat up and twisted my body towards her.

"yn what the hell, i was so nice and polite to them!"

"no you weren't zach! you didn't even hug my dad when you left!"

i rolled my eyes.

"yeah, because i gave him a fucking handshake instead! god yn you can be so pissy sometimes, just get off my fucking back for once."

she rolled her eyes and leaned her feet on the dashboard and i pushed them off.

"don't put them up there."

she looked me dead in the eyes and put her feet back up and i tensed my jaw and balled my fists.

"get in the back."

she hurriedly climbed into the backseat and took off her dress as i followed after her and took off my shirt.

"baby i just can't stay mad at you."