Why don't we Imagines//Requests Open

Z.H. The one that got away

You walk into the mall parking lot to meet up with your best friend Zach who volunteered to be your chauffeur around LA until you got a car.

You tap the window and got into the car. "Hey Zach" you smile "Hey y/n, how was the mall?" He asks "It was really fun I found an outfit for my birthday party this weekend" you smile.

"Speaking of your birthday, when we were younger we both said once we were 18 we'd get tattoos together" he smiles "you remember that we were in like sixth grade" you laugh.

"Still I'm down if you're down" he says "Well duh" I say we discuss what tattoos we want to get together then we decide on puzzle pieces.

Two weeks later

"Zach what are you doing?" You giggle as he drags you on the roof of his apartment building. You see a bunch of alcohol sitting on a picnic blanket.

You let out a laugh "Jonah is gonna be pissed" you laugh "That's tomorrows problem" he smiles you sit beside your best friend and get completely wasted.

Seven months later
As you lay draped over your best friend "We should move in together" Zach blurts put you are taken aback "What?" You ask "In the future I mean, doesn't us spending the rest of our lives together sound great?" He asks "It totally does" you smile.

Little did you know Zach was completely in live with you he never wanted to tell you in fear of ruining your friendship. You always had the tiny voice in your head telling you that you liked Zach but you never listened because you liked what you had. You both liked what you had.

One year later
You open Instagram and the first picture you see is Zach with his arms wrapped around another girl. Your heart falls when you realized that he had found someone else. Someone prettier,someone better and most of all someone who wasn't afraid to tell him how she felt.

You gaze at the picture and you don't see the tattoo you had gotten with him. You zoom in to make sure you aren't seeing things.

You look through his Instagram you were right he got his tattoo removed. You look down at your wrist and see the tattoo that was still there.

You throw your phone across the room then curl into a ball. "This was all my fault" you sob into your knees.

You beat yourself up for ignoring the voice everyday but now you've learned to live with the fact that you don't mean anything to him anymore. He's really the one that got away.