𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

01; i don't love you✔️

I don't love you.
edited.

Imagine 1:
Y/n pov~

I was walking around the streets of mysterious and bright LA yesterday; I was minding my business, walking around, shopping, and I also ate at Chipotle. I was by myself, as I always am when my boyfriend's on tour.

I was excited that I had a day alone— work stressed me out and I needed to take my mind off things. My boyfriend being in who-knows- town stressed me out as well. Why? Well I was always- am always- the protective girlfriend, I know what people can do nowadays, especially if your boyfriend is famous.

I love Daniel with all my heart, he's my world, and I definitely do trust him. However, how can I not be overprotective and jealous when he meets beautiful girls, girls much prettier and nicer than me? He always reassures me that I am the only girl that he loves, but it doesn't help. It just stresses me out.

So, I decided to have a day on my own. No social media, where the so called "fans" hate me for dating Daniel and my boss being up my butt all the time. No posts of Daniel kissing another girls cheek at a meet and greet and the girls/boys saying that's he loves them more than me. None of that. Just me and the streets of LA.

It isn't the safest to walk around LA but I'll be okay. I've got my pepper spray and taser that my worried boyfriend gave me. I don't blame him though, his fans can be a little crazy, but he loves it. The more crazy, the better, that's what he always says.

Since Daniels doing a show right now it means that I won't be getting calls or texts from him so I turn my phone all the way off.

3 hours later

I've decided that I've spent enough money so I'm going home. Plus, it's also going to get dark soon and I don't feel the safest in LA, especially at night.

I arrive home and decide to read my book. I love reading, it's so peaceful and I get lost in the book, which allows me to forget the stress I've been in. I also turn on my phone knowing Daniel's show is probably over.

I change into a more comfortable outfit— that including, sweatpants, sweatshirt, and my glasses. I usually wear contacts but when I'm reading I like to put them back on. I put my dark brown hair into a messy bun and grab my book from my book nook in me and Daniel's room.

We have comfortable seats everywhere in the house, even the kitchen. Daniel likes to watch me cook since he can't. Hey, don't judge! We have some pretty heated conversations in the kitchen whilst I'm cooking.

Back to what I was saying, I decide to sit on the love seat in front of our giant flat-screen TV. I sit down and pull my book mark out of my marked page and start reading.

Suddenly, I feel my butt buzz; my phones in my butt pocket. I look at my phone and see a notification from Twitter. Usually I'd ignore the notifications, but then I get a text from Daniel saying he was sorry. I was confused at this point. Why is Daniel sorry? What did he do?

I opened twitter and saw something that I thought I'd never see. A picture of Daniel at a bar kissing a random blonde chick. What the heck? Why would Daniel do that to me? I look at the caption and it reads:

"Daniel deserves better anyway."

Wow. Why would my boyfriend of three years do that to me? He knows how my other relationships ended: the boy cheating on me. Why am I never good enough for a boy?

Boys are seriously so dumb. No offense, but it's the truth. I text Daniel that we needed to call and talk to each other. He replied with a simple "okay".

I call him and he picks up almost immediately.

"Hey, babe," he says as if nothing happened.

"Don't "babe" me," I say as calmly as possible, not trying to aggravate him.

"What's wrong, love?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that you cheated on me."

Silence clouds over us.

"How could you?" I ask getting teary eyed.

"I'm sorry, baby, I really am."

"Why would you?"

"..I don't know." He doesn't sound very remorseful.

"Has the three years meant nothing to you?" I ask, angry overriding me.

"No, baby, they have. I swear. It was a mistake, please forgive me."

"Forgive you? Forgive you?! No, I don't think I will!"

"Why are you so upset? It was a mistake!"

"I don't care! You still did it!" I yell, angry at myself for letting another relationship end like this, but also angry at Daniel, for giving him three years of my life that he wasted.

"Whatever," I can almost hear his eye roll.

"Do you even love me Daniel?" I ask in a whisper.

"I don't know." This point I'm boiling mad. Has three years meant nothing to him?

"What do you mean, you don't know!"

"It means I don't know, Y/n!"

"Whatever, Seavey," I wipe my eyes as I roll them
in annoyance.

"You know what, Y/n? I don't. I don't love you, and I never fucking did."

"What?! You know what, Daniel? We're over. I never want to see you or hear your voice again. As soon as you come back from tour get your crap and leave my house."

"Fine, Y/n," he sighs.

"I hate you, Daniel James Seavey."

"Wai-" I hang up before he can say another word. I grab some boxes and put his clothes and a bunch of other crap in it.

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edited: 11/29/21