SwayLA Imagines

Imagine #8- Hate

Bryce has been different lately. I mean, he hasn't had as much energy. He barely leaves our room. And he hasn't been to a party in over two weeks.

My Bryce has always been energetic and upbeat. He's always hated being cooped up in his room. He's never missed parties. In fact, he goes looking for them.

I know something's wrong. I just have to find out what it is.

I opened the door to mine and Bryce's shared room. He was laying on his side, his back facing the door. His phone in his hand, light sniffles being heard throughout the room.

"Bryce?" I asked as I pushed the door open.
"Hmm?" He asked still facing away from me.
"C'mon babe. Look at me." I said as I rubbed his shoulder. He shook his head, but I slowly coaxed him to turn around to his other side.
"What's the matter?"
"It's nothing. Just the usual stuff."
"The fans again?"
"Sometimes I wonder if they're actually fans. I mean all they do is nit-pick all the time."
"What're they saying this time babe?"
"I'm immature, always causing problems, that I'm not a good boyfriend." He said mumbling the boyfriend part.
"Listen to me-"
"It's fine babe. I'll handle it myself."
"Bryce Michael Hall, sit up, and look at me. Don't think I'm taking no for an answer either."
"Fine."
Bryce sat up sitting criss-cross applesauce. (I couldn't help it)
I grabbed his face between my hands and leaned in. I placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Not rough, rushed, just a soft, loving kiss.
When we broke away, I grabbed his large hands in my small ones and looked up at him.
"Bryce. I love you. I don't care how problematic, immature, you think you are. Or how your fans think you are. You're perfect for me. Do you have a short fuse? Absolutely. But are you working on it? Absolutely.
Can you be problematic as fuck? Yes. But have you gotten better than years ago? Yes. And, on top of it all. You're the best boyfriend I've ever had. You're so kind, and sweet, and loving, and caring, you're perfect. You're all I could ever ask for. So, don't listen to your fans. Because they see internet Bryce. They don't see my Bryce."
"I love you."
He said as he leaned down and embraced me in a hug. I shifted so I was resting on my knees and his head was in the crook of my neck.

I soon felt Bryce start to slightly shake and tears on my shoulder.
"It's alright babe. I'm right here."
I rubbed his back, trying to calm him down. But I knew he'd been holding these tears in for a while. All he needed was to let go.
"Just let it out. I'm going anywhere."

I just stayed there, letting him cry into my shoulder.