Warm On A Cold Night
This imagine is based off of Warm On A Cold Night by Honne so here is a link to it if you wanna listen to it while you read or wanna listen to it later.
Apple Music: https://itun.es/us/MQYE6?i=981150375
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You sat down your fifth empty beer bottle from the case of coronas you stole frim your dad’s stash. You knew you would be catching the repercussions later from not only the killer hangover you would have come morning (or early afternoon), but from your parents as well. But, you also didn’t care.
You laid back on the blanket in the clothes you wore to the kick back you attended earlier, or apparently the clothes you “weren’t”. You wore baby blue high-waisted shorts with a white bralette paired with a long beige cardigan. The beige sandals you wore were thrown on the bed inside your room before you opened your window and crawled out onto the roof.
As you sighed while you looked at the stars in a tipsy daze, the intro to your favorite song played softly beside you on your phone-
“Okay, it’s 3:17 AM. You’re tuned in with your main man Tommy Inglethorpe. This next song’s gonna keep you warm on a cold, cold night. So if you don’t got a lover, just close your eyes and listen to Honne…”
So you closed your eyes and did exactly that.
“…Like a rabbit in headlights,
they’re stunned by all your charm.
And I feel so damn lucky
to have you on my arm.
But I can’t he-”
“What are you doing?”You heard a voice in your ear and you jumped, grabbing your chest before realizing- “Justin!” You smacked him on his chest.
Your neighbor and best friend Justin now sat beside you chuckling at your panic.
“God, you scared the shit out of me! What the fuck do you want?” You laid back down on your cover and stayed sitting up beside you.
“Woah grumpy, just wanted to see why you left? I went to the upstairs with…” He stopped and thought for a second, “I went to the bathroom and when I came out you were gone.” He proceeded to lay down beside you. “Why’d you leave?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You huffed under your breath. You knew what was coming next.
“Let me guess,” You heard him turn his head and you could feel his eyes on you. “You and Nathan broke up again.”
And before you knew it, your bottom lip was poking out and tears welled up in your eyes.
“Oh, come here.” Justin grabs you and pulls you to his chest while you cry in it. “That dick doesn’t deserve you anyway”
You sniffled and wiped away tears. You didn’t know why you were crying, this isn’t the first break up you and your boyfriend - or ex-boyfriend now - have had. You and Nathan had been on and off again for about two years, and it was becoming an ongoing cycle. You and him would be good for a month or two, he’d take you on cute surprise dates, surprise you with flowers, and just do what a normal boyfriend would do. But then, he’d get into a fight with you about the most irrelevant things, like what you were wearing, or if you missed his phone call or text and didn’t reply immediately when you were obviously busy; and that’s when he’d pull the “You obviously aren’t trying in this relationship.” or the “It’s obvious you wanna see other people bit. It was tiring, but for some reason when he wanted you back, you always fell for it.
“I don’t know why this keeps happening.” You sniffled and wiped your eyes as you got off of his chest laid back down beside Justin. “I try so hard to be a good girlfriend and then it fucks me in the ass every single time.”
Justin rolled around on his side, leaning his head on his hand while he talked to you. “It’s not your fault, kid. It’s more than likely him being a dickhead as per-usual. What was his excuse this time anyway?”
“Yeah, excuse so he can go fuck with other girls while you mope around until he decides he want’s you back.”
You rolled your eyes, “Justin, I’ve told you he doesn’t do that.”
“And how do you know?”
“He told me himself.” You crossed your arms over your chest.
“Sure.” He gave you a knowing look. “But, what did he say?”
“He said that I was too dressed up for a kickback and I was attracting too much attention.”
Justin scrunched up his face. “Seriously?”
You nodded, “And then I told him that I didn’t see anyone staring and that I looked fine. And then he basically said that I looked like a prostitute and called me a slut and said that if I wanted to go “fuck” other guys, then I should just go.”
“Y/n, that’s absolutely not okay. No one, especially your own boyfriend, should ever talk to you that way.” He said in a stern tone.
You sat up again, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders. You looked down at your legs while you spoke. “Well, I mean, my shorts are a little sho-”
Justin sat up beside you and looked at you. “No, they’re not. Stop sticking up for him, y/n. Your boyfriend isn’t supposed to talk to you that way, even if it sounds like he’s just ‘playing’. That’s showing signs of abusive behavior.”
You looked at him with a perplexed look on your face. “He doesn’t hit me.”
“He doesn’t have to.”
You could hear the seriousness in his voice. You sighed as you swallowed back tears and ran your hand through your now tangled hair. Justin pulls you to him, hugging at you so that your head was on his shoulder.
“I think i’m just done with all of this. I need someone that actually treats me right.” You said, sounding winded.
“I could.” Justin replied.
“Oh, please,” You pushed Justin and sat straight to turn and look at him. “If Nathan didn’t take reign for biggest fuckboy, you would be in the lead.” You both laughed at your comment.
“But listen, I would change.” Justin grinned at you.
“Yeah, really!” He retorted.
You tested him. “How so?“
“I mean,” As he grabbed one of your hands. “I’m sure that if I had a beautiful girl like you on my arm, there would really be no reason for me to be looking at anyone else.” You raised your eyebrows at him in a questionable expression, while he nodded back at you. “I could treat you way better.”
You soon found your faces moving very close to eachother’s. Justin’s eyes kept flicking from your lips back to your eyes which indicated what you both wanted. The music behind you definitely set the mood.
“Girl you can keep me warm…
You can keep me real warm…
There’s just one thing:
Girl, you could have anyone
So why you choosing me and not leaving me on my own?
Girl, you could be with anyone…”
You thoughts cleared when you realized that your tipsy persona was making your decisions for you which sobered you up quite a bit when you got the idea that kissing Justin may make things awkward between you two.
Before you two got too close you said, “I’m tired.” You bit your lip as you felt a tinge of regret in the pit of your stomach.
Justin chuckled and backed away before standing up and holding out his hand to you. “Well let’s get the pretty tipsy princess to bed, shall we?”
You grabbed your phone and your blanket, wrapping it around you as you stood. You stood a little wobbly before Justin lead you to your window. He had you crawl down into your room before he did.
You left your blanket on the ground and sloppily pulled back your covers and threw yourself onto your bed while Justin went into your bathroom. You made yourself comfortable on your side and he came back with a cup of water and two extra-strength Tylenol tablets and sat them on your nightstand beside you.
Justin sits on the bed beside you, pulling the covers up over your body and basically tucking you in. “I’ll see you later. Call me if you need anything.” He stood and bent to leave a chaste kiss on your cheek before leaving to your window. “Love ya, kid.” You chuckled as you watched him crawl out of the window and run across your roof to get to the ladder and climb down.