"(Y/n), please! I'm so, so sorry! Please let me in!" You ignored his pleading as you just sat against the locked door silently sobbing. Against your wishes, your brain started to play the recent events over in your head.
Earlier, you were sitting on the couch with your boyfriend, Mikey. He hadn't been spending much time with you lately, and you wanted to ask him about it. But you were worried he would think you were clingy and dump you. Or even worse, there was a slight chance he might tell you he just didn't love you anymore. On top of that, you absolutely hated being judged, especially by people you love. And what if you just annoyed him? Your greatest fear is that your relationship might not be able to be fixed.
"B-babe...?" You finally asked. "Yeah?" He lazily replied, eyes still glued to the T.V. "Well... I was wondering... why, uh, you don't really spend t-time with me anymore." He kept watching the T.V. "Babe, you know I love you." You waited for the rest of what he had to say, but it never came. You looked down, disappointed. "I know the band's important, but sometimes I feel lonely... sometimes even isolated." He sighed, then said, "Goddamnit (Y/n), I spend a lot of time with you." You felt your stomach drop. This was the exact opposite of what you wanted. You were thinking of backing down, but before you could, he mumbled, " What, are you on your period or something?" That was all the proof you needed to think he didn't love you anymore.
You allowed a tear to silently roll down your face as you slowly rose from the couch. You felt like there was a huge weight in your stomach, and you couldn't walk fast or you would vomit. So you continued to trudge to the bedroom you shared with him. You had made up your mind. Since he didn't care for you anymore, you were going to pack your things and move out; do him a favor.
Before you could even leave the living room, you heard Mikey quietly curse to himself. "(Y/n), I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." You kept walking, letting a few strangled sobs escapee your throat. "Really, I'm sorry, I'll spend more time with you! I understand what you were saying and I'm sorry! (Y/n), please don't leave me!" You could hear him sobbing, too. But you kept walking. He tried to grab your arm, but before he could you reached the bedroom and shut the door, locking it afterwards. You sat down on the floor against it, too sad to say anything. That's when you started to go over what happened. Going over it made you feel even more terrible.
Him pounding on the door startled you out of your trance. "(Y/n), please unlock the door! I'm sorry! I love you!" It was those words that made you get up, wipe the tears off your face and unlock the door. When you opened it. Mikey immediately engulfed you in a hug. "Baby, I'm so sorry, I'll spend more time with you just please don't go." You hugged him back. "I'm sorry I acted so-" He cut you off. "It wasn't you, you were the one being reasonable. I was the one who was being a dick and saying things about your period. I know that was a douche thing to say and I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me. I love you." You smiled. "I love you too."
He broke the hug and put his hands on your waist. "Can we please cuddle and watch whatever show you want for the rest of the night?" He gave you puppy dog eyes. You smiled. Maybe this relationship could be fixed after all.
