Dolan Twins Imagines

ethan - sorry

In which you have something important to tell your long-term boyfriend

unedited af

Ethan's POV

My cheeks hurt once again as I erupted into a grin, seeing the message from Y/N that she was only a few minutes away from our apartment.

I hadn't seen her in a month since she had gone home over the summer to spend some time with her family. As much as I hated being away from her, there was no way I would've been able to ask her to stay away from her family.

The 4 weeks like more like 4 months without her, and I went through life on autopilot as I waited for her to come home. Grayson and I had still filmed videos, but they were all just mediocre at best. It was obvious that I was pretending to be normal, while just dwelling in my own loneliness. I didn't care about the videos so much though, I just kept my mind on Y/N.

In my brain, I knew it wasn't normal for me to be so dependent on her for my happiness, but I couldn't care, I was perfectly okay with being mindlessly in love with her.

For the course of the entire month, she would always be on my mind. Every little thing around the apartment reminded me of her, the place was littered with all of her items. How could she not continually pop into my mind?

I missed the music that she would play, and the way her voice sounded in the morning. I missed the taste of the specific fruity chapstick that was her favourite and the smell of her hair after she had showered. The curve of her smile and the wrinkle of her nose. I missed each little detail about her just as much as I had missed the kissing and the sex.

Hell, I had practically locked myself in our room specifically because it was filled with her scent.

I tapped my foot anxiously as I sat on the couch and waited for her to get home. I didn't really question it when she said that she didn't want me to pick her up from the airport. I was too excited about seeing my baby again to question anything she said.

The sound her a key twisting in the lock caused me to spring to my feet, another smile forming widely on my face.

The door opened, revealing Y/N carrying her bag and dragging her luggage behind her. I was quick to wrap my arms around her tightly, feeling almost afraid that if I let go she would be gone again.

"God, I missed you so much, "I spoke into her shoulder. She wrapped her arms loosely around me for a brief moment before pulling away. I took her luggage and bag from her and began pulling it into the apartment, and she followed close behind.

"I felt like a different person without you here," I laughed lightly, my cheeks still aching every time I smiled.

She simply nodded and fiddled with her fingers, standing across from me, the luggage between us. She looked so beautiful, she always did. I let my eyes scan her every feature as she stood in front of me. Once again, shocked at how I became so lucky.

"You really don't understand, how happy I am to have you back," I beamed, walking past the luggage towards her. I placed my hands on her waist and moved in for a kiss, only to have her hand pressed against my chest, preventing me from getting closer to her.

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at her closely. Her eyes were red. Was she crying?

I quickly became worried, "Woah, baby, are you okay?" I asked, moving one of my hands up to stroke her cheek.

A single tear escaped her eye as she stepped away from me, creating a distance between us. I began to feel nervous.

"I have to tell you something." Her voice wobbled and I felt my chest hurt.

"What's wrong?" I was confused and worried as I took a small step towards her again, and she stepped back again. I felt like I could feel my heart breaking. I kept the distance between us and she took a deep breath.

"I cheated on you."

Everything seemed to pause when the words left her mouth, my ears felt like they were ringing. God, am I flatlining? there's no way this was real.

"You're joking right?" I said, the smile leaving my face for the first time today.

Another tear made its way down her face and I began to feel sick.

"Please tell me this is an unfunny joke." I let out a forced laugh, but her expression stayed stoic.

"I'm so sorry, Ethan." Her voice cracked.

I felt myself become dizzy as I wave of painful realization rushed over me. Her words felt like they were sinking into my chest like knives. I shook my head. Please don't let this be real, she wouldn't do that to me.

"Why?" Was all I managed to choke out, tears clouded my vision as I tried to process what was happening. I couldn't believe it, I don't believe it.

"I'm sorry," She repeated herself. I broke my eye contact with her, it hurt to look at her. I ran my hand through my hair and gripped onto it. "He was an ex-boyfriend from my town, we reunited and it just happened." She continued.

The more she spoke the more I felt like I was being drained of every ounce of happiness inside of me. Every bit of energy disappeared from my body and I found myself unable to move, or breathe or even think.

I took a few seconds to try and think before speaking, "It's okay, I forgive you."

She shook her head no, and I felt like I was crumbling to pieces. But I kept pleading.

"It's you and me now, you're back home, we can pretend it never happened." I continued on.

"No Ethan." She shook her head and back further away from me.

Tears were freely streaming down my face now. "Please," I begged, the word coming out sounding more like a sob. The pain in my chest was indescribable, I was completely empty and heartbroken.

"Please, Y/N, I love you."

I didn't care about looking like weak or stupid, I wanted to be with her. I was lost for a month without her. How could I be without her forever?

She wiped the tears from her face, her perfect, gorgeous face. "I can't do that." She replied, sniffling. She walked past me and grabbed her luggage.

Realization sunk in once again. "Did he come back with you? Is that why you didn't want me to pick you up?" I asked through tears.

She simply nodded and I threw my head back in disbelief, covering my face with my hands as I few more sobs left my mouth.

"I'm so sorry." Her voice came out almost as a whisper as she opened the front door and walked out. Leaving me standing, stuck in my position in absolute shock.

I walked over to the couch and sat down, still stuck in a trance of cold emptiness and disbelief. The warm tears rolled down my cheeks.

I pressed the palms of my hands into my eyes to try and prevent the tears from spilling out. It didn't work. I sobbed into my hands. What the fuck was wrong with me? How could I not see what was happening?

How the fuck was it so easy for her to play me like that? Destroy me, so effortlessly. How could I be so enamoured by her, and she didn't care about me at all.

I laid down on the couch, feeling exhausted and incapable of getting up to make it to my bed. My bed that smelled like her, god the idea of her scent made me feel sick to my stomach.  Silent tears streamed down my face as I laid on the couch, trying my absolute best to fall asleep  without letting images of her flood my brain.