Pretty girl; imagines of 2 hotties

You're stuck with me//N.C

"I just don't understand why you're so upset over this," I said, with a confused expression.

"Y/n, how can you be so stupid? That guy was hitting on you harder than a hammer to a nail, and he was so damn obvious about it!" Nicholas yelled, roughly running his hand through his light brown locks.

This had been going on for around 2 hours. All the yelling, screaming, and insults that were being spat at each other, just to prove a point, that neither of us was able to get across.

Why was Nicholas so mad? Well, he's mad because some guy at a diner asked for my phone number, and was just overall hitting on me the whole night. However, if it wasn't for Nicholas' trust issues and lack of self-control, maybe we wouldn't have left the guy all black and blue. "What? Am I not good enough for you so you have to go out and seek attention from other people!" he yelled, face red with anger.

Nicholas has always been insecure about our relationship. He thought I deserved better, so when he said that, my heart immediately broke.

However, I was still mad at him.

"Trust me, you're more than enough! But that's not what the problem is!" I yelled back.

"Then please, enlighten me with what the problem is!" He yelled, throwing his arms in the air like a madman.

"You want to know what the problem is? You're way too clingy, and you're jealous ALL the damn time. Like I get, I'm yours and only yours! Nicholas, we've been together for 4 years. I'm not going anywhere, so why the fuck can't you get that through that thick head of yours?" I yelled back, not really thinking about what I was saying.

"Jealous? Well, excuse me for not being particularly content with the idea of you leaving me for another man!" The whole fight was pointless; we both knew this, but neither of us wanted to back down.

Nicholas and I have been in a relationship for years. We very clearly loved each other. We have only fought three times in our entire relationship, but this fight was different, but in the worst way possible. The intrusive thought of Nicholas and I breaking up started to seem less and less crazy.

"Listen, I don't like sharing. I never have, and I absolutely refuse to share you. I don't want to fight about this anymore. It's silly. Can we just agree that the whole thing is that guy's fault?" He said, as he opened his arms out for me, with a hopeful expression.

I didn't respond. I just walked over towards him, engulfing him in a tight hug. Nicholas immediately buries his head into my neck, holding onto me as if I was going to disappear any minute. Once we pulled away, he refused to look at me, instead; he looked at the floor. "Can we cuddle?" He asked, his voice so quiet I could barely make out what he said.

"Of course," I took his hand in mine, smiling up at him.

Once we got to my bedroom, I was immediately pulled on the bed, being crushed by Nicholas' weight. After a few minutes of sitting in silence, I knew something was on his mind. "Hey Nick, what's wrong?" I asked, already having an idea of what he was going to say.

He sighed, rolling off of me so that he was on his side of the bed. "I hate fighting with you," he said, his voice breaking.

I pulled him into a tight hug, wishing that the fight had never happened. "I was scared, for a minute there, that we were going to break up," he mumbled, into my shoulder.

"Never in a million years," I whispered into his ear, entangling my hand into his hair.

"You're stuck with me," I said, laughing a little.

We lay back down, grasping onto each other as if our lives depended on it. "I'm glad that's over," He said, placing a kiss on my cheek, yawning.

"Night love," I said, rubbing his lower back until I eventually fell asleep.