80s Band Imagines

💙Izzy #16- Go Away

"Sweetheart. June, baby, open the door."
Izzy sighed, knocking on the door.

"Go away."
I sniffled, my voice cracked and nasally.

"C'mon, sugar, open up."
Izzy begged.

"I don't want to talk to you, Izzy."
I sobbed, pulling the blanket tighter around me.

"C'mon, sug. I know I let you down, but I'm really sorry, baby."
Izzy said through the door.

"Izzy, I want to be left alone. Please go away."
I cried, growing frustrated with his attempts to win me over. I wasn't budging on this one.

"C'mon, baby, I'm not leavin' while you're upset like this."
Izzy said, thinking that might work.

"Go away, Izzy!"
I yelled, fed up with hearing his crap.

"Let me in, June. C'mon, sugar, don't make me sleep on the couch."
Izzy begged, a desperate tone shining through in his pleads.
When I didn't answer, Izzy sighed.

"Okay, goodnight, Sweetheart. I'll be on the couch."
Izzy sighed.

I let out another round of sobs after I heard Izzy trudge down the stairs. I knew not to get my hopes up, Izzy hardly ever went to anything I invited him to. But he promised this time. I know, that makes me sound dumb and naive, but he seemed sincere. But then I got dressed up all for him just to not show up.
I fell asleep with a heavy heart and puffy eyes.

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When I woke up, I immediately dreaded unlocking the door and going downstairs. So, I decided to plan out what I was going to do. I decided to unlock the door while I showered. But, of course, I'd keep the bathroom door locked. Then, from there I'd figure it out. I just knew I wasn't ready to face Izzy.

I quickly showered then got ready to head downstairs and face the music. I walked quietly downstairs and left noticed Izzy still asleep on the couch.

"Oh, Izzy."
I sighed, noticing he slept in his jeans and boots, with only his leather jacket to cover up.
I padded over to him and unfolded a blanket we had in the corner. I gently laid it over him, taking the leather off of him, and moving his bangs from his face.

"June?"
Izzy rasped, his eyes fluttering open.

"Yeah, Iz. Go back to sleep, just wanted to cover you up."
I whispered.

"Deserve to be cold."
Izzy mumbled before turning on his side to face me.

"Go back to sleep. We'll debate that later."
I said softly before heading to kitchen.

I blended up a smoothie and went back to the living room to see Izzy sitting up straight.

"June?"
Izzy asked softly.

"Yeah, Iz?"

"Will you- um- actually. Nevermind."
Izzy shook his head before throwing the blanket off of himself and trudging up the stairs.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, but turned the TV on and flipped through the channels. I finally decided on some random baking show and relaxed there.

"'m gonna go out."
Izzy said quietly, startling me from my daze.

"Why?"
I asked softly.

"Wanna give you your space."
He mumbled before heading out the door.

I watched as the door shut and the waterworks started almost immediately after. I knew Izzy was upset because I was mad at him, but I didn't think he was this upset. I had tried to be civil and not make him feel bad this morning. I replayed the morning through my head on look trying to figure out what upset him. Eventually, my eyes grew heavy and I had a headache from trying to figure out what I did wrong. So, I decided to lie down and take a nap until Izzy got home....if he came home.