80s Band Imagines

💙Izzy- Lost

Kinda Fluffy/ Friendship

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I debated what I was doing heavily. But I had nowhere else to go. Who else would help me? I'm sure I could have called one of my friends, but I wanted Izzy.

He was just different.

I knocked on the Hell House door and heard heavy footsteps trudge to the door. Soon enough, it opened revealing Duff, my older brother.

"June? What the hell happened?!"

"Is Izzy here?" I asked softly, avoiding my brother's questioning gaze.

"Don't avoid the question dammit, what happened? Why are you walking in the goddamn rain and why is your fucking lip bleeding?!"

"I'll tell you later. Please, Duff, please get Izzy." I begged on the verge of tears.

"Alright, alright. Iz!" He yelled.

Then came the footsteps. Then, he was standing in the doorway in front of me. He nodded to my brother, who got the hint and left.

"What happened?"

"Izzy. I- I- oh god." I broke. I wrapped my arms around the guitarist's torso and cried.

Izzy wasn't much of a hugger, but he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around me.
His chin rested on top of my head, as he swayed back and forth.

After a while, I got my sobs under control but stayed wrapped up in Izzy's arms.

He pushed me away from his chest, his hands on my shoulders.

"What happened June?" He said softly.

"Nothing. I just. Needed to see you, I guess."

"Don't lie to me. You can lie to Duff, and Slash, and Steven, and maybe even fucking Axl, but you can't bullshit me. So, tell me what happened."

"He hit me."
 Said so softly it might as well have been a whisper.

"He what?!"
Izzy asked, growing angrier by the second.

"Izzy, calm down. It was my fault."

"Who told you that?! Hmm? Him?"
Izzy said getting closer to me, making me step back in fear.

"I just made him mad is all."
I said sounding quiet and broken.

"What happened? And don't feed me some bullshit June. Don't even think about it."

"I told him I wanted to end things because I don't love him anymore. And he got mad. I tried to fight back and tell him I was serious. And he hit me. Now I'm here."

"Kid, sometimes you can't just tell someone like tha-"

"So, it is my fault."
I interjected.

"No. I'm saying, you did the right thing by saying it, but knowing your piece of shit boyfriend he was probably drunk. Which means he was angry already, so you dropping that bombshell didn't help much."

"Izzy. Can I stay with you tonight? Please?"
I asked on the verge of tears again.

"Of course. C'mon, let's go get you changed and warm."

Izzy wrapped an arm around me and led me inside the house.

The boys weren't in the living room so I'm assuming they're all asleep already.
Izzy led me to his room and handed me a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

I changed and laid down in bed and cuddled up to Izzy.

"Izzy?"

"June?"

"How do you and her do it?"

"We don't kid. She broke up with me last month."
He chuckled dryly. 

"I've been gone that long," I questioned.

"You weren't gone, kid. Just a little lost is all."