Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♪I Hate This

A/N: AHHAHAH LOL ANOTHER SONG IMAGINE IM SORRY
Modern
IB: I Hate This by Tenille Arts
Context: Y/N gets hammered and calls Dally after they break up.

She stumbled out of the chair at the bar she managed to get into. She was definitely underaged, but she looked over 21 and nobody asked questions scared of coming off as rude. She already downed four whiskey glasses and plenty of shots. She never really drank this much alcohol, out of fear that some guy would pick her up and she wouldn't know who it was. And especially because she felt Dally wouldn't be there to protect her, but Dally was gone now.

She looked around the room hesitantly and walked to the corner of the bar and pulled out her phone. She couldn't have ever pulled the courage to block his number, even after the rough break up they went through.

She scrolled through her long list of contacts and found the one name she always trailed off to.

My boy

She hesitated but she pressed the call button, not caring whether he answered or not. The phone rang and rang but there was no answer

Sorry man, can't get to the phone right now. Much rather you not call back though, just leave a message or whatever.

She sighed and was about to press the red button but she decided to leave a message, hoping he'd listen to it.

"I hate this. I hate this Dally! I hate this running into you and trying not to touch, acting like it isn't killing me when it is!"

"I know, we said that we'd be just friends but that never works does it? I can't lie and pretend because boy believe me I've tried it but I still love you."

"I hate that I'm out here in this bar missing you hoping you're missing me, I hate that I'm praying you'll call and I'm awake when you do, and I damn well know that I want you back and I don't need another damn night to think it over, you bastard!"

"I hate it! I just want you back and I hate it!" She slurred into the phone and she hung up.

She stumbled out of the bar, having enough sense to call a cab and get a ride home. She returned to her and Dallas's apartment, instead this time there was no Dallas and it was empty and cold, without the smell of cigarettes and cologne mixed with her rose perfume. It was just lonely.

She fell onto her bed and curled up and quickly fell asleep.

When she woke up, she had a pounding headache from the hangover. She stumbled out of her bedroom and went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. She poured it into the mug after it was done brewing and she took a sip before hearing something.

It came from the bathroom, sounded like rustling in the drawers. She carefully placed the mug down and grabbed her switch blade out of the drawer next to the oven and held it close to her just in case. She walked into the bathroom and she immediately dropped the knife.

"Thought you'd want this." Dally said and handed her pain meds.

"W-what are you doing here?" She stuttered, not remembering a single thing that'd happened the night before.

"I got your message." He pushed past her and noticed the switchblade she dropped.

"What message?" She said still wondering why he was in their apartment.

"The one you left last night. You sounded drunk, so I came here this morning and grabbed the medicine in the drawer for you." He picked up the blade and walked into the kitchen and placed it back in its drawer. It was the one he had given her back when they had just met when they were 15.

"I must have been hammered, because I don't remember sending you a damn message." She snapped at him. She knew she must have told him how bad she wanted him back, but it was all push-and-pull at this point. She couldn't show it.

He rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone and played the message.

"I hate this. I hate this Dally! I hate this running into you and trying not to touch, acting like it isn't killing me when it is!

I know, we said that we'd be just friends but that never works does it? I can't lie and pretend because boy believe me I've tried it but I still love you.

I hate that I'm out here in this bar missing you hoping you're missing me, I hate that I'm praying you'll call and I'm awake when you do, and I damn well know that I want you back and I don't need another damn night to think it over, you bastard!

I hate it! I just want you back and I hate it!"

She looked up at him after hearing the message and he had a sympathy look.

"I can't lie Dally, but drunk me is right." She said a little above a whisper.

"Well sober me can't lie and he agrees with drunk you." He said in the same tone of voice.

"What do you mean?" She looked at him with the same expression and he sighed.

"I still love you." He struggled. She looked at him once more before engulfing him with a hug. Not caring whether he wanted her back or not.

He squeezed her back and she felt the burning sensation of tears and let one fall.

"Oh god did I miss you!" She exclaimed and he laughed.

"We'll work it out! I hate how it ended and I sure as hell don't want to go through that again."

She remembered the past month, how that night she walked into the apartment and Dally had picked up and left. She was horrified about what happened and when he returned home he smelled of perfume and merlot. It immediately grew into a screaming match and he left again, and she hadn't seen him. She knew all she wanted was him back so they could work it out but she feared he'd do it again.

"I went out with the gang and I got drunk and hooked up with one of the hookers we hired." He said and she started laughing.

"You hooked up with a hooker huh?" She smiled at him with his arms still around her.

"You're not mad?" He brushed the hair out of her face.

"Oh Dal, it's a hooker. It's not like you'll see her again."

He laughed too and hugged her again.

"I promise the next time I leave, I'll tell you." He said and she got on her tip toes and kissed him.

"Promise?" She said after pulling away.

"Promise." He kissed her again and she knew every thing was alright again.