Work Ethics

Do you love me?

James POV:

Y/n woke up awfully moody. Fussing, rolling her eyes and all of the above. I didn't know what happened.

"Doll?"

"What?"

"What's wrong?" I ask, sitting next to her.

"Nothing" She spat out

"Darling, come on"

"I said nothing"

"Right" I scoff

"Shut up"

I grab her chin and lift her face to mine. "Don't be like that"

She yanks her face away and looks back at her songbook. "Fine" I huff, walking to the kitchen

I eat the cookie in the pantry, staring at Y/n write.

I sit back next to her and kiss her cheek. "Did you eat the cookie in the pantry?"

"Yeah" I nod

"Why?"

"Cause I wanted it...?"

"You could've asked me if you could have it!"

"I didn't know it was yours! I'll buy you another-"

"No, it's not the same"

"Y/n, come on! Plea-"

"I said it's too late" She complained, shaking her head.

I decided I'd give it up and go for a smoke. I fetch a cigarette and a lighter and go outside.

I instantly felt more relaxed as I puffed the smoke out. I normally only smoked when I was stressed, frustrated or when it was convenient.

This time it was all of them.

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After I finished my 'task' I go back inside. Y/n was no longer in the living room.

~

"Where the hell is it?"

"What are you looking for?" I ask Y/n as she rummaged through the fridge.

"The chicken from the other day"

"Shit"

"Did you eat that too?"

"Maybe"

She rolls her eyes and walks away before I grab her wrist and pull her back. "Let me make it up to you"

"I'm good"

"Stop acting like that"

"Acting like what?"

"You're acting like a moody teenager"

"Sure" She scoffs

I pull her to sit on my lap. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"Nothing, James"

"Don't give me that bullshit. You've been acting like a brat all day"

She doesn't say anything. Instead, she rests her back on my chest.