5SOS Imagines

Michael - Song Imagine 'Not Like The Movies' by Katy Perry

Words in italics are the lyrics!

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He put it on me, I put it on, like there was nothing wrong. It didn't fit, it wasn't right. Wasn't just the size

"Babe? Why aren't you wearing your ring?" Your fiancé, Jake, asks while holding your hand and playing with your fingers.

"I-uh, I took it off while making dinner." You give him a small smile.

"Here, let me do it for you, love." He takes your hand and gently slides your gorgeous new ring on. "It's a little tight, but I can get it sized for you, love." He says, and then kisses your cheek.

You looked at the ring on your finger, and couldn't get past the knot in your stomach. You loved Jake, but you just didn't feel like this was what everyone raved about. You two had been together for three years, and he finally proposed. You should be ecstatic, but instead you're second guessing everything about your relationship. You never considered yourself a hopeless romantic in any way, but he just never gave you the feelings everyone raved about when they fell in love. His touch didn't send electricity all throughout your body. His kisses didn't erupt your stomach with thousands of butterflies. You were comfortable with him, and that was all there was to it.

"I think I'm going to take a walk." You say while standing up from the couch and grabbing your shoes and coat from the closet.

"It's 2 in the morning, Y/N." He frowns and furrows his brows in confusion.

"I need some air." You whisper, and look for your phone hoping he'll drop the subject and let you leave.

"I'll come with you!" He stands up to grab his jacket.

"No! Jake, I need to get away from you. I-I just need to think." You say barely above a whisper. You stare at your feet, and shuffle them around nervously avoiding his gaze.

"You what? What on earth do you need to think about that you can't think about here?" He demanded, and you can hear the anger rising in his voice.

"I need to think about us. I don't think I can do this. I-I don't think I can marry you, Jake..." You mutter while sliding the ring from your finger. You step towards him, but he only takes two steps back, and stares at you as if you've just hit him.

"What are you talking about? We're in love, Y/N!! You said yes! You can't just take that back! We've already told everyone!" He shouts at you. You look at him for a moment before answering. You can see the vein in his neck throbbing, and he can't stop running his hands through his hair in frustration.

"Jake, I love you. I do. I'm just not in love with you. I thought my feelings would change, but they haven't. It isn't fair to either of us." You move closer to him, and surprisingly he doesn't back away this time. You slowly lift your hand up to his cheek, and stand on your tip toes to kiss his forehead. "I'm so sorry, Jake. Don't hate me." You mutter with your lips still pressed to his forehead. You turn to walk towards the front door, but are yanked back by a tight grip on your wrist.

"Just stay, Y/N. We can talk this out. I love you so much, baby." He whispers, and you lift your hand to wipe away the tears falling down his cheeks. You give him a sad smile, and turn to leave.

"Y/N! If you walk out that door don't ever think about coming back!! If you leave now I never want to see your face again!" He hisses, and you can feel the anger radiating from his body.

You grab your things, and turn around as you close the door. He looks a mixture of the Hulk and a sad puppy, and you can barely muster a goodbye. You give him a sad smile, and a soft wave goodbye, and gently close the door behind you.