Collection of Imagines/One-Shots

Tristan Evans: He cheats

Your P.O.V

'Can you pass me the salt please Tris?... Tristan?'

'Huh? What?"

He finally focuses his attention on me for the first time since he walked through the door. I huff and repeat myself once again.

'Can you pass me the salt please?"

'Oh yeah, sure."

He passes me the salt before he goes back to staring out of the window again.

'Tristan, are you okay you seem... distracted."

Once again he doesn't reply. I take a deep breath, trying not to lose my temper.

'Tristan?"

'Sorry babe what?"

'For crying out loud do I have to repeat everything I say tonight? I asked you if you were okay."

'Yeah I'm fine why wouldn't I be?"

'You seem distant that's all." His eyes suddenly become angry.

'Give me some space (Y/N), Jesus. I'm just tired! Why do you always assume there is something wrong?'

Confused by his sudden outburst I stay quiet and continue to eat the food on the plate in front of me.he stands and heads into the kitchen. In the scilence I try to think of a logical explanation to his sudden mood change. Many things spring to mind but all have a stronger counter explanation. I'm dragged out of my trail of thought by a sudden smash form the kitchen, followed by various curses from Tristan.

' (Y/N)! Why would you leave that on the edge of the counter? How could you be so bloody stupid? Why don't you ever think?' He shouts, reentering the room with the remaints of the broken plate in his hand.

'I didn't leave that on the side Tristan, you did last night when you came home late.' I reply, ignoring the sting form the words he just said and making a conscious effort not to raise my voice and add fuel to the fire.

'Don't you dare try to blame me for this! This wouldn't have happened if you would have cleaned up like you're supposed to!'

'Excuse me but it is not my job to clean up after you!' I shout back having now lost my temper.

'It should be. Its not like you do anything else around here!'

'I do nearly everything around here you ungrateful pig!'

'Oh really? Well maybe that's why you're never into anything anymore! I practically have to force you to kiss me anymore!'

'You do not! I love spending time and..."

'Do you know many be that's why I needed someone else to satisfy my needs because you won't! Maybe that's why I...' he stops, realising what he just said.

'Shit (Y/N). You weren't meant to...'

'Save it. I'm done.'

I turn and run upstairs to our bedroom, closing the door behind me. I close my eyes d lean against the door, sinking to the floor as tears begin to fall from my eyes. I can hear Tristan's footsteps running up the stairs. He knocks on the door.

' (Y/N) open up.'

'Go away. Please Tristan. I can't be near you right now.' I manage to say through my sobs.

' (Y/N) plea...'

'Tristan please!'

He sighs and mutters an okay, his voice cracking at the end, letting me know he too is crying. My sobs become louder and more violent. How could he cheat on me and then shove it in my face out f anger? That isn't the Tristan I know and fell in love with. I can't believe he would be so spiteful.

After a few failed attempts to calm myself down, I finally manage to clear my mind a little to make a decision on what I should do now.

Do I leave him? Could I handle leabung him? This is my home, where would I go? Perhaps I should try to talk things through with him. But could I really do that or would I ever be able to look at him in the same way?

I get up from where I am still leaning against the door and move to the wardrobe to grab a bag and dome clothes for at least the next few days. I make sure to pack everything and turn towards the door. I stop when I spot my favourite picture of Tristan ans I. That's the Tristan I know, my Tristan. I grab it and show it in my bag. I take one more deep breath and open the door.

'Tristan?'

He sits opposite our bedroom door, in a position similar to one I was in a few minutes ago. His hands are hurried in his hair and his knees are against his chest. When his eyes shoot up to meet mine, I notice that all of the life, love and haopiness AHS been drained from them and replaced by sorrow.

' (Y/N)?' A glimmer of hope is evident in his red, bloodshot eyes until he notices the bag I'm carrying.

'I'm sorry Tristan.'

I walk past him and down the stairs. I hear him running after me, desperately. He grabs my arm and turns me to face him.

'Where are you going?'

'I can't be her Tris, I have to go, at least for now.'

'Please (Y/N), don't leave me. I've never been so sorry. Please let me explain. Its really not as bad as it sounds I...'

'Tristan. I can't. I don't feel like I can trust you right now. Honestly, I don't even think I know who you are anymore.'

'I made a mistake, I'm sorry but look,' he placed his hand against my cheek and I instinctively lean into his palm. 'I'm still the same person. I still love you more than anything (Y/N). Please, please don't leave. I can't live without you,'

Another set of, more heartfelt tears run down my cheeks until he stops and wipes them with his thumb. I place my free hand over his, tracing my fingertips over that back of his hand. He pulls me closer and presses his lips to the top of my head. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and more plaintive tears fall from them. I press my lips together before letting out a shaky breath. All the while Tristan is wispering sweet nothings against my hair.

I drop the bag and he wraps his arms tightly around me, continuing to whisper to me, begging me to stay. I crumle in to more of a mess than I was before in his arms. I can't stay with him after he cheated on me... Can I?

'Tris? I squeek.

'Shhh baby girl, its okay, I'm here. I'm always here.'

'Tris I...'

'Shhh (Y/N). I know I screwd up. I know but I'm sorry and I am going to do everything I can to get you to trust me again and make it up to you. Okay? I will do anything because,' he pulls away and pushed my chin up to make me look into his eyes. 'I love you more than anything or anyone in the world and I cant even bare the thought of you leaving. So, please stay and let me makw it up to you. One chance, that's all I'm asking. Please (Y/N), I'm begging, please.'

I slowly begin nod my head.

'Okay.'

He smiles. 'Thank you. I won't make you regret it I promise.'

I nod and he wipes away more of my tears.

'Come on,' he grabs the bag from the floor and holds out his other hand for me to take. 'I'll run you a bath and then put this lot away, okay?'

I take his hand.

'Okay.'