Rafe Cameron Imagines

Protective

"Maybe I do."

He looks at me as if I'm crazy, "Just get in, please. I'm done arguing with you."

Rafe opens the door for me.

"Get in the car." He snaps after I just stand there not doing anything for a few more seconds.

"I would," I start. "But, you haven't said the magic word."

He scoffs, "God you're such a-" He cuts himself off, "Please can you get in the fucking car?"

I shake my head and hum in disapproval, "With no swearing."

I see him getting way angrier, it's working, "Please get in the car, Jude."

"Still not right, it's supposed to be pretty please."

"I'm not doing that, you can stay out here in the fucking cold if you want." He scoffs.

"Or you could say pretty please?" I add.

He shakes his head, "Or you could stop being difficult and get in."

I look up at him fluttering my eyelashes.

"Fine," He mutters, "Pretty please, get in the car." He says through gritted teeth.

"Not too hard, eh, sweetheart?" I say getting into the car.

He bends down leaning over me.

I give him a 'what are you doing?' face.

"Seatbelt." Is all he says and I laugh a little.

"You're doing my seatbelt?"

"Yeah,"

I laugh at the sincerity of this all, "Thanks, daddy."

He freezes and turns to me, "What?"

"You're doing my seatbelt, Rafe." I slur.

He raises an eyebrow, "And?"

"I'm not your daughter."

"I'm aware, Jude. I'm just helping. You don't seem able."

"That's sweet." I say.

He shakes his head, thinking I'm being my usual sarcastic self.

"No, really." I say the alcohol almost waring off, "I'm sorry for acting like a bitch."

He nods, "Sure."

Rafe finishes buckling me in and he goes to sit in the drivers seat.

The rest of the drive flew by and we were already at my house.

He opens my door and undoes my seatbelt.

I groan, "I don't want to get out."

"You don't want to get in, and now you don't want to get out?" He asks oddly satisfied by my bizarre changes in personality.

I nod, "I'm gonna be so lonely. No ones home." I pout.

"You'll be fine." Is all he says.

"Yeah, but I'll be sad. Don't you need to protect me?" I laugh.

He just shakes his head, bends down to help me out and wraps his arm around my waist giving me extra support, so I don't fall.

We reach the front door and I take my keys out and start fiddling with the door.

After a minute Rafe starts getting frustrated and takes them from me.

"Okay, rude."

He twists the key in the lock and opens it almost effortlessly, is he a magician or something because I could not unlock that door a few moments ago?