𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

11; mine!

Mine!
(Short because it's late and I didn't have time to write more.)
New imagine every Thursday!

((Jonahs brothers name is not Blake, it's just for this imagine!))
Imagine 11:
Daniel pov:

Maybe it was meant to be him all along. Maybe I should've taken "We're just friends," as a red flag. Maybe he's better looking that I am. Maybe I should've held onto her longer; tried harder to keep her in my arms. Maybe I, Daniel Seavey, wouldn't be at a party with her, trying to have fun, and see her kissing him.

Take note of this, it's going to be in the history textbooks, The Daniel Seavey is about to go insane.

No nice Daniel. No sweet Daniel. No more cuddly Daniel. No more. Now, right at 8:39 o'clock, I Daniel Seavey, is staring to be more possessive, more protective, more dominating. That's what she likes right?

I mean, that's the type of guy she's on top of right now, eating his face. It's hard, seeing the girl you love kissing her "best friend."

"Hey dude what's-" Jonah tapped my shoulder. This is one of my best friends/ band mates party. That his brother. I wonder what he thinks of this.

I turn around and give him a sad smile. His smile drops as soon as he sees them. Turing around, he gives me a sympathetic look. You know, the look where's it's a half smile and half frown, that look.

"Nothing much," I start, "Just watching Y/n making out with your brother." You couldn't really tell that, that was him, Y/n's head was in the way.

The worse part is, she's not even drunk. She doesn't drink, plus, we just got here. What have I done for her to love someone else?

"I'm sorry, man. Hold on." He hands me his drink and stomps up to his brother and Y/n.

He looks back at me for consent. I give him a confused look and nod. Slap!

Yup, you guessed it, Jonah just slapped the back of Blake, brothers head. I chuckle, quickly covering my mouth after. Blake looks up and Jonah points east, towards me. He pushes Y/n over a little, but don't worry, she's still on his lap, and looks my direction.

I awkwardly wave. His eyes bulge, I swear their about to pop out of his eyes socket. In one swift smooth, Y/n falls butt first on the ground. She squeals, looking up at Blake. He points to me and she looks over.

She looks my way and stands up quickly, strutting her way to me. I'd be lying if I said that she didn't look beautiful right now.

She stops in front of me, "Dani-"

"Why?" My voice breaks a little. My heart breaking at the small hickey on her neck. All I could feel was my heart being squeezed. I was going to break down any second.

"I'm so so sorry. Can we talk somewhere?" She asks softly. I growl.

Usually I'd say yes, being the nice person I am, but that nice guy is quickly fading away.

"No!" She winces and jumps a little, probably surprised. I never raise my voice, especially at my girlfriend of 3 years.

"I'm sorry-"

"Why?" I wait a second. No answer.

"Why?!"

"I- I don't know." Before my brain could process what's happening, I push against the nearest wall, not caring that we now have a crowd of drunk and sober adults.

"Why?"

"Be- because."

"Be quiet!" Is this what she really likes?

"Daniel, I-"

"Shut up! I have loved you for 3 years, and this what you do? You go around kissing boys? Hell, you're not even drunk! Why can't I be enough for you? Why can't you love me?" Hurt dripping from each word I say. I could see her tear up a bit.

"I'm so sorry Daniel, I don't know what I was thinking. I swear I've never cheated on you before. I swear. Please, Daniel. Please, please forgive me," she pleads. She's crying now.

"Is this what you like?" I smirk.

"Wha-" Before she could finish, my lips where already on her sweet spot, right below her ear. I knew Blake didn't know where it was. I growl at my thoughts.

She moaned and I smirked more.

"Mine!"