𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 , 13 reasons why imagines

21 | ZACH DEMPSEY

[NOT MINE]

( zach dempsey)

“For fucks sake, Y/N. Answer your fucking phone, would you?”

He sounded pissed. The tears welled up in my eyes as I hoped he wouldn’t be angry at me. I started to think up excuses as to why I was late. I couldn’t tell him the truth, he’d freak out. I walked up the driveway of Zach’s house only to be met halfway by a distraught Zach. “Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N! It’s midnight, where the hell have you been? Also, did you throw your phone into the fucking ocean?” His voice was rough, but his touch was so much softer. His arms wrapped gently around me, his embrace was full of love and worry. I felt some of the tears that I had been trying to contain drip down into his chest. I didn’t respond other than a few choked-out, “I’m sorry”’s. Zach pulled me inside, releasing me from his arms. “Woah, shit, are you crying? Hey, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I was just-“ I nodded a few times, cutting him off. My blurry E/C eyes met his soft brown ones as he offered me a sad smile. I wiped my face and watch Zach offer me a hand which I took. “Lets get you some sleep clothes, yeah?” I nodded again, sticking close to him. He sat me down on his bed as he dug through his dresser, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a old tshirt he had. He tossed them my way and went to leave, “Stay...” I trailed off, “please?” Zach smiled again, turning from the door and flopping on his bed. I shimmed out of my jeans, putting the sweats on. I swiftly pulled my shirt off over my head, “Shit, Y/N! Where’d you get all those bruises?” I winced at the sound of his voice, my brain racing to make up an excuse. “Hard to tell.” I mumbled, going to put on the shirt when I felt Zach’s hand press against the small of my back. “Y/N, if he’s hurting you, you have to-“ I shook my head, stepping forward so he’d no longer be touching me as I tugged his shirt over my head. “He’s not, Zach. Promise.” He sighed, obviously not believing me, but not wanting to press any further. Within the next few days, the bruises had gotten worse and I was relying on Zach to provide me shelter when I couldn’t go home without raising questions. Zach was slowly getting fed up with my lies, I could tell. He was short with me and less compassionate to me, but nonetheless, he always welcomed me into his home and into his bed, reassuring me that it was no problem, but it was. I was creating a problem for him, he probably thought I was trying to force myself into his family. I felt my stomach lurch at the thought that I was annoying him. Tap. Tap. Tap. “Hey, are you okay? You look really pale.” Alex said, tapping open space in front of me, following my gaze to Zach who was sat across from Bryce with his head thrown back in laughter. “Geez, is he what was you all ghosty?” I shrugged, “Would you guys tell me if I was getting annoying?” I let my eyes fall onto Alex as the scattered replies left everyone’s mouths. I pushed my lunch to the side, resting my head on the table, “Why do you ask?” Clay inquired, placing his hand on my back. I shrugged again, hoping someone would take the topic off me. “So, did you hear about...” I had tuned Jessica out, feeling Clay’s hand fall from my back. I remained with my head on the table for a few minutes until the table went silent when a familiar voice interrupted, “Hey, sorry for interrupting, but can i borrow Y/N?” I pushed myself up to lock eyes with the tall Singaporean boy a few feet in front of me. I nodded, grabbing my stuff and standing up. “I’ll take your tray.” Clay said, offering me a smile. I thanked him and followed Zach into the courtyard. “Zach-“ He cut me off, “You lied to me. You told me he wasn’t hurting you.” His voice was soft though dripping unhide-able hurt and venom, “You could have told me. You know I’d do anything for you, anything.” I smiled, “I know, Zach. I just, didn’t want to be an issue, but I guess I was anyway.” He shook his head. Sitting on one of the tables, “You could never be an issue for me N/N. I told you I would do anything for you and I meant it. Don’t ever feel like you are a burden to me, ever.”

[CREDIT TO THE WRITER starstruckbluebird]