John Imagine:

It had been an hour. You were starting to feel hot underneath the blazing sun that glowed in the cloudless sky. You sighed heavily, resting your elbows upon the wooden table and staring glumly ahead of you, watching as children kicked a soda can around across the avocado-green sofa of soft grass.

You were more than irritated. Your boyfriend should have been here, sitting with you at the park to have a lovely picnic together. He was an hour late.

It didn't surprise you, though. He was always late. Just last week, you were supposed to meet with him at the library so he could help you study for your math exam. He had been thirty minutes late, and you were angry.

His tardiness wasn't the only thing that bothered you. When he would arrive, he would always come up with excuses, acting like it was no big deal while it was a big deal to you. The reason he was late for the library last week - if you can call it a reason - was his misjudged timing.

That was his excuse for almost everything.

You peered inside the picnic basket you brought for you and your boyfriend and sighed once again. The food was beginning to get too warm to enjoy.

You checked your watch. Two hours. Still no sign of him.

People were starting to stare at you with curiosity. You lowered your head slowly to avoid their gazes, blushing profusely in embarrassment. You closed the basket, slid out of the table you reserved for yourself and your boyfriend, and walked away.

Tears began to fill your eyes. You felt so stupid. So humiliated.

Well on your way, you saw a familiar face through your watery eyes. You blinked quickly to wash away your tears and stared.

"Hello Y/N!" your best friend, John, said cheerfully as he dashed down the steps of the grocery store with a plastic bag hanging from his arm.

"What's that?" you asked, gesturing towards the bag.

"Oh, just a few things for me and the lads for tomorrow," he replied with a grin. "Some beers, a cake, crisps... Paul's on his period again, you see."

You couldn't help but laugh in spite of yourself. It was the magic that John had on you. No matter how upset or angry you were, he could always make you laugh. He called it his "super powers". You loved him for that.

"So what brings you here, my fair maiden?" he asked. "What's with the basket?"

"Oh," you said silently, dropping your eyes to the ground. "It's nothing... It's stupid, really."

"Hm," he said in deep thought. "My psychic powers tell me that you're not telling me the truth." He cheekily smiled at you and placed a hand on your shoulder, sending an oddly pleasant jolt to shoot up inside you. "Come on, love. What's the matter?"

You were silent momentarily. You turned your gaze to the basket. The food was definitely too soggy now.

John stared at you expectantly, waiting for a reply. He was shocked when he heard the unmistakable sound of a sob leaving your lips.

"Y/N?" he gasped.

Quickly, he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. You dropped the basket, paying no mind to the food that fell out, and quietly sobbed into his shoulder.

"He was late, John!" you choked out. "H-he was late... again!"

It took John a moment to understand what you were saying.

"Oh, Y/N," he sighed sadly, kissing the top of your head gently. "How long?"

"Two hours..."

He cursed under his breath. Your boyfriend was always late, but he was never this late. John knew how much it always hurt you whenever your boyfriend was late to meet you.

"Y/N," he said softly. "Hey... look at me. I want to see your beautiful eyes."

You let out a shaky chuckle and slowly peered up at him, revealing your tear-filled eyes. He smiled at you and wiped your remaining tears away with his thumbs.

"Listen to me, okay? He isn't worth your time. If it kills him to be on time for one thing, then forget about him! It's his loss, you know. He can't see how amazing you are. He doesn't appreciate how loyal and good you are to him. He doesn't appreciate how gorgeous and... and sexy you are."

"Oh please," you mumbled with a blush.

"I'm serious, Y/N," John said firmly. "If he doesn't understand how much he hurts you every time he's late, then to hell with him! What matters is your happiness. And maybe it's just me, but you don't look very happy."

You snorted and nodded with a sigh. "Maybe it's for the best," you said quietly.

"Yeah... You need someone who appreciates you," he said. Then he grinned mischievously. "How about you and I have a go, eh?"

You both dissolved into giggles. You laid your head on his shoulder as the two of you walked down the sidewalk in a peaceful silence. He wrapped his arm around your waist and held you close to him.

"I'm here for you, Y/N."

You didn't feel so sad anymore.

Requested by SmilingDiana ! I hope it's okay for you, love! :)