• 80s imagines & preferences •

corey haim (pt. 2)

(requested by bonjouranxiety ❤️ i absolutely love this idea!)

a couple years later me and corey ended up moving to atlanta together, since most of his movies were filmed down there. we had a cute little house with the right amount of space, and i couldn't believe i was living with the love of my life.

"alright i'm off to set," corey said as he pulled his jacket over his right arm, then his left. "i'm hoping to be back by ten tonight ok?" he said as he started to head towards the door.

"do you promise? you've been saying that for a week but you've been coming home at midnight..." i said with a tint of sadness in my voice. i couldn't help it.

"yes princess i promise" he came over to me and embraced me in a warm hug. "and then we could watch a movie or something, ok?" he pulled away from me and gave a soft kiss before i nodded and smiled.

"ok" i replied and gave him another quick kiss.

"i love you!" he said before closing the door behind him.

"i love you too" i smiled softly and he was gone. god. another day to do absolutely nothing, besides sit in our bed in one of corey's oversized crew necks, and watch some soap operas.

~time skip til 10:30~

he lied to you, again. he's still not home. but it's nothing new. you felt the anger boil inside of you. it's been two weeks since he's pulled stunts like this.

but maybe he actually is working... but he can't be. they work for almost sixteen hours a day.. isn't that enough?

you decided to slip on your converse and grab the keys off the the kitchen table and go to his set. to check on him.

you twisted the key and the ignition started and you were off to go see the boy you couldn't stop thinking about.

twenty minutes later you got to the set, the parking lot was empty besides one car... weird. you parked the car and took out the keys, and started to head towards the building, pushing open the doors with adrenaline pumping.

"hey you can't be here right no-" an older guy paused midway in his sentence and analyzed me. "aren't you corey's girlfriend?" he asked as he stopped mopping the floor. i'm assuming he's a janitor.

"yes i am." i said quickly. "do you have any idea where he is?" i asked while fiddling with the ring around my finger.

"uh.." the guy started to rub the side of his jaw trying to think, but quickly after that his eyes widened. "yes actually, well i think. he left with a coworker and i'm pretty sure they went to that pub down the street." he smiled sweetly at me as i felt the tip of my ears burn up from anger.

"w-what coworker?" i asked quietly, trying not to let my tempter get the best of me.

"um, she's a sound producer" he replied, and started to mop the floors again.

"she..?" i said a little bit louder now shocked. well, thank you so much for your help" i forced smiled at him and walked out.

could he really be cheating on me..? he couldn't be. he can't. that's definitely not like him, but how would i know? all the times he's been down here..? i don't know.

i tried calming myself down so i wouldn't drive like a reck on the road. i can't believe this.

i pulled into the pub the janitor was talking about and there was his car sitting front and center. i took a deep breath before i shut off my car and went inside.