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"jesus y/n he obviously was flirting with you did you not see the way he was looking at you?" he yelled at me, running a hand through his hair. he was starting to really piss me off, not every guy who breathes in my direction wants me.

"no mason i didn't because he wasn't flirting with me. i don't want him, obviously you're my boyfriend and i love you, not him!" i cross my arms, rolling my eyes.

"whatever." he walks away, going to his room and slamming the door.

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that argument was over an hour ago. i was still at his house and repeatedly apologizing, but he wasn't having it. he's really just pissing me off at this point. it's not like i even really talked to the guy. he asked for a picture and complimented me and all i said was thank you, it's not like i was about to give him head in-front of the fucking paparazzi.

"mase just talk to me i don't like it when you ignore me, i'm sorry." i beg, grabbing his wrist and trying to get his attention. i know i made him mad but i hated that he was ignoring me, no matter how much he pisses me off sometimes, i never want him to not talk to me.

he pulls his wrist back and gets up, going to the kitchen. obviously i follow him down the stairs like a lost puppy. he stands at the counter, his back facing me and drinking a soda.

"please stop ignoring me." i wrap my arms around him from behind, putting my cheek on his back. he sighs and sets his drink down, going to the pantry to get food. i'm still holding onto him, probably annoying him even more.

"masonnn!" i whine, not letting go of him. "get off of me." he shoves me off of him with his elbow, hard. i fall back into the counter, hitting my back on the edge. tears pool into my eyes, already being able to feel a bruise forming.

"mason i already tried to apologize i don't know what else you want me to do." i cry, putting my hand on my lower back from where i hit it on the counter. he hears the tone in my voice and immediately turns around, his face softening.

i go back up to his room in tears. i knew he was mad but he's never done anything like that before, i knew it wasn't on purpose but it still hurt, but part of me was crying because i was still upset about him ignoring me.

he comes back up to his room quickly after, immediately coming over to me. he sits on his bed next to me, grabbing my hand and rubbing his thumb on the top of it. i look at him and debate on pulling my hand away, but really i was glad that he wasn't ignoring me.

"i'm sorry, i don't know what i was thinking. i didn't mean to hurt you. let me see."

i sniffle, turning around and he lifts up the bottom of my shirt. a big red spot was on my back, a bruise forming in the middle. he clenched his teeth, rubbing his thumb over the spot, making me flinch from the pain.

i literally cannot stop crying. i try to stop but i just can't, i was so mad at him and just upset. he wipes my tears, but they just keep on coming out. "don't cry, i'm not mad at you baby."

for some reason that makes me cry even more. all of my pent up emotions are just coming out. i aggressively wipe my face with the back of my hands, until he grabs them and holds them in his.

"it wasn't my fault mason i didn't know he was being like that. god why did you ignore me like that i just wanted you to not be mad at me anymore, you know i hate it when you're mad at me." i cry. he frowns and pulls me in for a hug, cradling my head with one hand and rubbing my back with the other.

"i know, i know i'm sorry sweetheart. you didn't deserve that, i'm sorry." he sways us back and forth, repeatedly kissing my head and wiping my tears.

i pull away after a few minutes, "are you really not mad at me anymore?" he smiles at me, moving my hair behind my ear. "i promise you i'm not baby, it's okay."

i grin and grab my phone, going to the camera and seeing how much of a mess i look. "dear god." i laugh, i look ridiculous. my nose is red, my eyes are red and puffy and my cheeks are flushed, mascara stains on them.

he licks his thumb, wiping my face to get the mascara off my cheeks. "you're still the prettiest girl i've ever seen, even with mascara all over your face." i blush and hug him again, pulling him down to lay down.

"can we take a nap? i'm tired." i yawn, turning towards him and wrapping my arms around his torso. he turns on his back, taking me with him. "yeah same giving you the silent treatment was really exhausting." he laughs, putting his hand under my (his) shirt and rubbing my back.

"you really do forgive me though right?" i mumble into his chest. "i really do honey, i couldn't have been mad at you for any longer anyways." he reassures me. "okay good i had to triple check." i giggle, making him laugh. i yawn again, my eyes getting heavy.

"i love you." he whispers, continuing to rub my back until i'm fully asleep.

a/n: help why was this so dramatic for no reason