Requested by jovi_fangirl

Thanks so much for requesting, this was so fun to write!

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I slammed the door, running back down the stairs I just came up. All I could see was red.

I was angry, no scratch that, I was furious. The nerve that man has, after all this time, everything we've done together.

I started to pace around the kitchen. What to do, what to do? The question kept repeating in my head.

"What can I do," I finally sighed, sliding my back down the side of the fridge. Tears started to well up in my eyes, threatening to spill. 

Don't cry, don't you dare cry.

I heard the bedroom door open and shut, followed by two pairs of feet coming down the stairs. One set was heading for the front door, the other was heading towards the kitchen. Great, I thought, he's coming to find me.

I buried my head into my knees, hugging my legs close to me, refusing to look up and see if he found me.

I could here the steps get closer to my spot, closer and closer until they stopped. Deep breathing could be heard next to me, matching my own labored breathing.

A pain welled in my chest, I wanted to do nothing more than to sob into his shoulder. Let him rub my back, whisper sweet nothings, tell me he loved me and that it was okay. But I couldn't, cause it wasn't okay.

The breathing got closer, close enough that the hot air could be felt on the back of my neck. 

"Y/n," Jon mumbled softly.

I chocked back a whimper, willing the tears of heartbreak away. No, I slowed my breathing, not this time.

His warm hand came into contact with my bent back. The contact was comforting, but it didn't change the pain I felt. A pain that had me almost paralyzed.

Re-playing the events in my mind, something inside me broke. I was expecting to start crying, but that's not what happen. My whole body boiled with rage.

"Don't touch me," I snarled, shoving his hand off of me. 

He backed up as I glared over at him, a sullen look taking over his beautiful features. 

I unfolded myself, standing up to face him.

"How could," I started, my voice cracking, "how could you!"

"You promised, I know you're a rockstar and all, but you promised," I couldn't help to yell.

"Listen, darli-" I cut him off.

"Listen to what, Jon. Listen to how you were cheating on me," I took a step closer to him, "huh? Is that it? Cause let me tell you something, rockstar-"

I took another step, face to face with the man. My e/c blazing with fury as I gazed into his Jersey blue orbs.

"-I don't want to listen." I growled. Shoving my way past him, I made it into the living room. Wanting nothing more than to collapse onto the couch and sleep.

Thinking of what to do, I finally decided on leaving. For how long? Who knows, but I couldn't stay.

I made my way up to our bedroom. Another pain shot through my heart when I saw the messed up bed sheets. 

I pulled a suit case out of the closet and started throwing clothes into it. Pulling open the draw to the night stand, I grabbed a wad of cash and my car keys.

Storming out of the room, I walked towards the front door. 

"Oh God, y/n, please don't," Jon called out to me. 

I turned on my heel, giving him a dirty glare.

"Please don't leave," his blue eyes started to glaze over. My stomach clenched.

I couldn't do this, could I?  Shaking off the feeling, I opened the door.

"Bye," I whispered.

I could hear him call for me, but I didn't dare look back. Knowing that if I did, I wouldn't actually leave. But I needed to.

That night, I drove around for probably four hours, not quite sure of where to go. I ended up settling on a hotel. 

And that's where I spent the next week, sulking in a hotel bar. I didn't talk to anybody, the only communication I made when I was there was when the owner informed me I had to leave.

And that's exactly what I did, leave. 

Still not wanting to go back and face Jon, I drove to a local bar that the boys and I spent lots of time at.

Going inside, I saw a recognizable face. Oh how funny, I thought, and out of all of them, it had to be Richie.

I turned to leave, hopping to escape before the guitarist noticed me. But it was to no avail.

"Y/n," I heard the brown haired man call from somewhere behind me.

Giving in I turned around. Richie came bounding up to me, an apologetic look on his face.

"I had a feeling you'd come here," was all he said before leading me to a table.

The next hour was spent in silence. I'd down every drink sat in front of me like it was water. And for some reason, none of it seemed to take any affect on me.

"He's sorry," Richie finally broke the silence. I chocked on the air, the dull ache coming back to crush my heart.

"What," I questioned, though I knew full well what he meant.

"I said he's sorry, Jon I mean, he's sorry," he explained.

"Well, I'd hate if he wasn't," I couldn't help but let the sarcastic comment slip.

Richie gave me a sad look, like he knew exactly how I was feeling, but he didn't. No one did, at least I couldn't believe that they did.

"You have to believe me. He feels terrible, as he should, but he wont talk to any of us, he wont leave the house. Y/n, he hasn't even eaten anything sense you left," his words tore into my soul.

I looked up to meet Richie's gaze, a single tear trailing down my cheek.

"Tell him I'm coming home," and with that, I stood up and left.

An hour passed before I finally built up the courage to leave the parking lot. I wasn't sure what was about to happen, and it scared me.

Stopping in the drive way, I got out of the car. Taking a deep breath, my feet carried me up to the front door.

I gave a small knock before using my key to unlock it. Pushing the door slightly, I took a small step inside.

I was met with a room filled with candles, light illuminating from a couple dozen tiny flames. A Frank Sinatra record playing quietly in the back ground.

Glancing down, I saw a trail of rose petals leading to the kitchen. I followed them, dropping my suit case in a daze.

The trail of petals ended in front of a table in the kitchen. A chair was pulled out with a single rose sat on it.

I picked the gorgeous flower up, taking it's place on the chair. A glass of plum wine sat next to a plate of Alfredo Penne, that sat in front of me, with a note in front of it. 

Dear y/n,

I'm so truly sorry, my dear. I can't give you an explanation for my actions, as much as I wish I could. You have every right to hate me, and every right to leave. But please, my love, I'm begging you not to hate me. I know this does not make up for my actions, but please enjoy the dinner I have prepared.

                                                                                                                                             Love, Jon

 It was then I started to cry, for the first time sense this all happened, I cried. And my cries turned into sobs, it took everything in me to not fall out of the chair.

"Y/n," I heard a deep voice breath out from behind me.

Spinning around, I was met with the sight of my boyfriend. He was dressed nice, with his beautiful long hair actually having been groomed, but his eyes were glazed with sadness and his face seemed sunken in.

"Jon," I whimpered. 

He took a step closer to me, almost as if testing if I would yell or not. But I didn't. I couldn't. 

Standing, I walked up to him. Part of me wanted to slap him, but I couldn't bring myself to.

Shaking my head, I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my head sink into his broad chest. His hands started rubbing my back, whispering into my ear to calm my uncontrollable cry.

It took maybe ten minutes for my wail to stop, the only sound was the record skipping in the background and Jon's voice singing some of my favorite songs.

"I'm so sorry," he apologized when he finished humming I'll Be There For You.

I nodded, not really caring at this point. I just wanted to let the anger go, it was to much to bear.

Jon's hand brought my chin up for me to face him. I avoided looking into his eyes.

"Look at me, y/n," his voice was low and soothing, but almost broke into a growl.

Finally, I let my eyes drift to meet his gaze. His soft lips came down, connecting with mine. The kiss was over all to soon.

"I love you, Jon," I whispered. 

An almost overbearing weight seemed to lift from my shoulders at my words.

"I love you too, y/n," he murmured in my ear, rocking me in his arms.

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Okay, that was actually so fun to write! Thank you so much, jovi-fangirl , for the request. Sorry for any grammatical mistakes.