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14. ANDERS LEE | islanders

This was requested by Lauryn_UnionJ. Hope you like it and sorry for the long wait:)

Imagine:

Walking the streets at 2 am was a bad idea. Walking the streets at 2 am just finding out that your boyfriend cheated on you multiple times was an even worse idea.

Your boyfriend of 3 years, Y/B/N, cheated on you not 1, not 2, but three times. You had not shed a tear until you were safely out of your home.

You didn't bring anything with you except for your phone, maybe that was a bad idea.

You had reached just outside the Barclays Center, maybe Anders would be in there. Or maybe at least one of the guys.

Looking back on your relationship with Y/B/N, it was a bad idea. He had beaten you multiple times, most of which you have scars.

You reached your hand out to the door, but it was locked. You grabbed your phone out of your pants pocket with your shivering hands, and pressed Anders contact.

Your phone started to ring, but you almost second thought yourself.

"What would he want to do with me? We haven't seen each other in years."

But you kept your phone ringing. Soon enough, it picked up.

"Hello? Who is this?" a familiar voice picked up on the other line. "Anders, it's Y/N."

"Y/N? Why are you calling me at this time of night?"

You started sobbing into the phone, "Anders, it's him. He cheated on me. And, to make it even worse, he cheated multiple times."

"Oh, Y/N," Anders voice came through the phone, "hang in there baby girl. I'm coming. Where are you?" You responded, "Just outside of the Barclays Center, just please hurry up."

"I'll be there in about 15 minutes." Your best friend spoke up one last time, before ending the call.

You put your phone in the pocket of your sweatpants, and waited for Anders to pick you up.

You basically had frostbite, it usually doesn't get this cold in New York. It was a bad idea for you not to grab a coat when you knew you would be out in negative 6 degree weather.

You grabbed your hone with your almost frostbitten hands, checking the time. 2:15, just five more minutes.

"You can do this, Y/N. Just five more minutes, and he'll be here." you thought to yourself.

And, if on sync, a car showed up. But it wasn't Anders. It was Y/B/N's car.

"Hey, why did you run away?" he said between hiccups. He was clearly drunk.

You were not in the mood to talk, so you stayed silent.

"C'mon, answer me." he was beginning to get impatient.

"I don't want to talk to you!" you said in a sassy tone of voice.

Y/B/N had a look of anger in his eyes. "Don't you dare disrespect me like that!" he yelled at you, coming at you.

"GET OFF OF ME!" you yelled, though you knew it was a bad idea. He then had start to hit you like it was no big deal.

"Hey, get off of her!" yelled your best friend, who you didn't realize had showed up until now. Y/B/N had gotten off of you by now, and Anders ran over to you, clearly concerned. "If you ever treat her like that again," Anders started, "there will be hell to pay."

He took you to his car and drove away.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry! This is all my fault!"

"What for?"

"If," Anders started, "if I would of fought for you, this would never be happening!" He had buried his head in his hands.

You couldn't believe what he had said. You, after all, had been waiting for this to happen for years now.

"Anders, look at me." He peered up from his lap, just as you placed a sweet, gentle kiss on his lips.

"Thank you for your help."

"Anything for you, princess."

horrible ending, but i hope you like it! this imagine was inspired by @Karlsson_25. sorry it's so short!