Kellin Quinn Imagines V2.0

Treat You Better

((((( AUTHORS NOTE: Inspired by the song Treat You Better, by that guy that looks like the love child of the average overly-popular male youtube vlogger with fuckboy hair, and Justin Bieber, but he actually has a decent voice so I dont hate the bloke. Bloke!?! Fucking hell how much more British can I be!?! Anywhore, Im trying to get a lot of writing done this summer, but so far all I've done is procrastinate, Im TRYING tho frenz. Enjoy dis update, its super long (just like Kellin aHEM) I tried to pull it off as best I could, Idk. XD )))))

~ Kellins POV ~

The guys and I are sat at the bar, just laughing about some stupid tour story Justin reminded us of.
"Have you seen (Y/N) lately Kelvin?" Jack asks me.
I sigh "Her and I barely talk these days, she's always with her dickhead of a boyfriend, and I cant stand that asshole, she knows that, so she tries her best not to mention him around me."
Nick nods "I have no idea why she's with him."
Justin pitches in "Me neither, he treats her like absolute shit, you'd treat her so much better Kellin, why cant she see that!?!"
"The real question is, why cant she see how head over heels in love Kellin is with her!?!" Jack asks.
I shake my head "What? No!"
Gabe laughs "C'mon man, its blindingly obvious! You hate her boyfriend because he treats the woman you love like she's nothing, whereas you'd treat her like she's your everything, because she would be your everything."
"She already IS my everything." I mumble.
Justin pats my bat supportingly, then my phone vibrates, I take it out of my pocket and smile. "She texted me!"

Everything 😍: Hey Kels...can I call you? Its urgent.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"Whats up? What'd she say!?!" Jack asks.
"She wants to call me...I'll be right back guys." I explain as I stand up and exit the bar. I lean against the wall outside, next to the door, and I call her. She picks up on the second ring. "What did he do this time?" I ask as soon as I hear her uneven breathing on the other end of the phone.
"He...he h-hit me again..." My world stutters in a terrified whisper.
My fists clench at my sides "Is he there right now?"
"No..h-he stormed out." She replies in a voice almost quieter than a whisper.
"You need to get out of there (Y/N)! Its not safe! I'll come get you if I have to, I dont care if he tries to stop me, I'll beat the shit out of him if I ever see his face again." I seethe.
"I-I just need...a break, thats all. I need to hang with friends to take my mind of things, I need some relief, some fun." My everything explains.
I nod "The guys and I are all in the bar right now, do you want to come hang with us?"
"Y-Yeah, uh, that sounds fun, I'll be there in 10." She blurts out hurriedly, before hanging up, causing me to raise an eyebrow. Something caused her to rush her goodbye. Or someone. I shake my head, it was probably nothing. I make my way back into the bar and flop into my seat.
"That bastard hit her again, she's coming to hang with us to take her mind off things." I tell them.
Justin shakes his head "That fucking asshole, nobody should hit anyone they love!"
I nod "I know, I want to kill that prick."
He's so lucky to have her, and he takes her for granted, beating her up like she's worth nothing to him, when she's worth everything to me. I would literally die for her. I'd do anything to hold her. I love her so fucking much, but she doesnt know, or care.
After 10 minutes, I stand up "Im going to go wait for her at the door, make sure she's ok and stuff, she sounded really shaken up on the phone."
Justin nods and stands up "I'll come with you." So, Justin and I exit the bar and wait beside the door, Justin sits on one of the outside tables. I hear her laugh echoing down the street, and a smile spreads across my face, until I hear another voice. A mans voice. His voice. My smile falls as the two of them round the corner, his arm slung around her shoulders. Justin turns to me, his jaw hanging open. Im seeing red when I storm back inside the bar, I go to the mens room and wash my face. I cant fucking believe she brought him here, to hang out with us. After he just fucking hit her! She's completely insane. How could she be so stupid!?! Am I in love with a psychopath!?! No, thats cruel, there's clearly some sort of explanation for this. Knowing that asshole, he probably begged on his knees for her forgiveness, maybe even cried, and then when she refused to give in, he probably threatened her. I fucking hate him. And now Im going to be forced to hang out with him for the next few hours without ripping his balls off and shoving them down his throat.