{Part 1. Street Fighting}

Y/n's pov.
"Lauren?" I asked sitting up from the bed and looking around.
"Babe?" I asked standing up and walking around.

I walked to the kitchen and saw Lauren with the first aid kit.

"Lauren. Not again." I said sighing and sitting next to her.

"Go back to sleep Y/n. It's 3 in the morning." She said trying to push me away.

I ignored her and helped her wrap the bandage on her hand.

"I don't need your help Y/n." She said pissed.

"Look Lauren." I said angry and standing up.
"You can't keep pushing me away. I know you don't like it when I see you like this, after you're done fighting some stranger, but it's your fucking fault." I said with tears running down my face.

"Wait. Babe. No." She said as I ran to the bedroom we shared and locking it.

"If you want a relationship, stop fighting Lauren." I said sitting down on the floor and crying.
"I'll stop baby. Please open the door." She said through the door.

We stayed like that for 10 minutes and I finally opened the door.

I saw Lauren leaning on the wall while she sat on the floor.

"Laur." I whispered getting her attention.

"Babe. I'll stop." She said hugging me.
"Please do." I said crying again.

"I promise." She said.

After 3-4 months, Lauren finally got over street fighting.

We're a lot happier now, although she sometimes gets a lot of mood swings, but we get through all of it together.