A/N: this was a request on my tumblr blog so i thought i'd post this here while i work on the requests!💛
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He was late again, and it wasn't just a little late it was hours. The first few times it was no big deal, you knew he was busy but after a while it seemed like he wasn't trying anymore. The only thing he cared about was the band, you knew it was important but so were you or you were supposed to be. Maybe it was dumb of you to think that a musician would care more about you than his band, but it just seemed that REGARDLESS of their career and passions they'd care more about their PARTNER than a fucking band. The band doesn't do all the nice shit you do for him, the band doesn't make sure he's fed, the band doesn't wash his clothes, the band doesn't love him unconditionally.
You stared down at the food you made SPECIFICALLY for him with disgust, you hated this, you hated it so much. Picking up the plate you thought about throwing it away, no you wanted to wait for him to see what you made for him. So you stayed there at the kitchen table, staring at the front door, waiting for prince charming to make his galant return.
When he finally busted through the front door, you swore you saw red. He stumbled into the kitchen, you flicked the light on catching him off guard. "Hey love." He slurred, a smirk on his face which quickly died as you got up and smashed his dinner into the trash plate and all.
"What'd ya do that for??" Keith's voice rose as he looked at what was his dinner, splattered all over the garbage container. You turned around to face him, hands on your hips. "BECAUSE KEITH I made this dinner for you, I set it out for you, I set the table, I cleaned your stupid fucking clothes, I do ALL this nice shit for YOU and you come home at TWELVE IN THE MORNING AND YOU'RE MAD AT ME FOR THROWING IT OUT???? THE FOOD WAS RUINED ANYWAYS!!"
Keith didn't say anything, he just lazily blinked. You were fuming, "Say something!" There was just dead air, and you couldn't take it anymore.
"You say I mean the world to you, but you don't do anything for me! It's all about the stupid fucking band! Well guess what Keith?? The band doesn't need you ALL the time!"
"The band is important Y/N!"
"And I'm not????" You screamed so loud, your voice echoed through the kitchen. In his drunken haze, Keith seemed to realize what he just said. "Wait, wait, wait, wait-" he mumbled trying to back up what already dealt damage.
"No Keith, you already said it." You turned your back on him, leaving the kitchen to go into your room.
Grabbing a bag you started to throw some belongings in it, "What are you doing??" Keith asked, trying to grab your arm and stop you. "Keith let go of me!" You yelled, snatching your arm out of his grasp. "If you don't give a fuck about me then I'm leaving!"
Finishing you picked up the bag and pushed Keith out of the doorway. Marching into the front of the house, you reached for the door knob. You felt a tug on your shirt, " Y/N.....don't go."
His voice was so quiet, you almost didn't hear it. Tears flooded his brown eyes, the sight killed you but you knew you had to do it. Quickly turning away from him, you opened the door and rushed out of your home with Keith.
About a week later a knock on your day startled you, since you left Keith you were staying with a friend. She wasn't home so with a groan you got up to answer the door. You hadn't been back to your former home, even if you had other things back there. The last person you wanted to see was Keith or anything that reminded you of him. Unfortunately the person behind the door, was that last person you ever wanted to see. Your knees seemed to wobble beneath you as you tried to play it cool, "What are you doing here??"
Keith sniffed his nose, his eyes were bloodshot but he didn't look under the influence of anything. "I miss you Y/N." His lower lip trembled as he spoke, he had been crying. It broke your heart to see him like this, you missed him so much. You hadn't realized it until he actually came to see you.
"Please come back." He whispered, tears slowly trickling out of his eyes. His hair was a mess, his face was unshaven, and frankly he looked like shit. Keith was a shell of what he used to be and it broke you.
Shifting from one foot to another, you folded your arms. "You can't just prove you give a damn when I leave Keith."
He looked down at his shoes before looking straight at me, "I know I fucked up and I know I haven't been treating you like you deserve. I'm so sorry Y/N. It's just-I miss you so much."
Tears streamed out of your eyes as you watched Keith, you didn't feel whole without him. He was your whole life and you were his, even if he was a fucking idiot at times. Stepping forward you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your wet face in his shoulder, "I missed you too."
