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Zach Dempsey #6

Request: Hi can you do a Zach Dempsey imagine where the reader and Zach are best friends and are in love w/ each other but both don’t know and the reader is afraid to fall in love bc of past relationships so Zach tries everything to convince her he won’t be like the others? Thanks!

Warnings: Mention of physically abuse!

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Originally posted by leftrightloveright


July 7th, 2016

Zach?, my hand is shaking as I try to hold my phone as still as possible but I loose the grip to my phone every once in a while.
“Y/N? Hey girl, whats up?”, his happy voice sounds up and I can hear the boys yelling and laughing in the background.
He’s probably at Bryce’s right now and I immediately feel bad for calling him in the first place.

But I didn’t know what to do and people kept starring at me, feeling bad for the girl sitting on the sidewalk with mascara running down her face while her hair is still covering most of it.
If they’d only knew what happened only 15 minutes ago at your boyfriends apartment they’d not give you that look.
But no one knows what happened and no one will ever find out, Zach is going to make sure of that.
Now I remember why his number was the first one to call.

“Are you there? What happened? Weren’t you supposed to be at Max’s place tonight?”, he still smiles while talking, I can hear that.
My heart drops and again I regret calling him because what I’m about to tell him will ruin his evening.
But he’s my best friend since third grade and I really wouldn’t know who to call right now.
“Y-Yeah..yeah. I’m here. Could you…y-you know..come and pick me up?”, my voice breaks and I let out a sob that has been trying to come out for so long.
People start starring again but I don’t care, I just hang up the phone after Zach agreed on coming and let it slip into my purse before I wrap my arms around my legs and place my head on them.
A cold breeze is coming up and I get goosebumps while I wipe some hair out of my face.

The previous events flash before my eyes and I start shaking again, scared that he might come after me eventually.
Time passes, people pass and after what feels like an eternity the known Audi  finally comes up the street and stops in front of me.
Zach jumps out of his car and runs over to me before he drops to his knees and places his hands on my knees.
“Y/N, what happened?”, he whispers and I let out another sniff before I face him and wipe the rest of my hair out of my face, reveling my black eye.
Immediately his posture changes and he tenses up before he takes a deep breath to not just walk the two blocks to Max’s apartment.

“Tell me. Did he do that?”, his voice is angry and I shrug my shoulders while trying to find the right words.
“W-when I arrived..he..I saw him with another girl. Making out. That happened before but I always forgave him.”, I mumble and start shaking again while he grabs my hands and comforts me.
“Anyways..he realized I saw it and he got mad because I was 5 minutes early..t-that’s why caught them. So he pulled me harshly inside with him and when we arrived he…”, I sob and quickly wipe away the tears before I look at Zach.
“He yelled and pushed me. I fell and hit my face on the cupboard. That’s when he pulled me back on my feet and punched me.”, I finally let out all the pain and anger and fear I tried to hold inside for so long.

Without another word Zach pulls me into his arms and holds me close while he repeats the same worlds all over again:
“I’m never gonna let someone hurt you. Ever again.”

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Our first choice of restaurant was closed on Mondays, no big deal we’ll go down the street and just have dinner at the local pizza place. Once inside we were seated by the hostess and given menus and water. I’m looking around the restaurant and it’s fairly busy with just one server running around. No help at all from the hostess once she puts someone at a table, as a matter of fact she goes and sits down at a table herself and starts playing on her phone and talking with her friends.

Now up until 2 years ago I had been a server for almost 15 years, so I know how to observe what is happening in a restaurant. I stopped my (the only) waitress and asked her if she ever got help and she said no, that girl never helped out. So my petty revenge on behalf of the server was to call the restaurant every time that hostess sat down and pulled out her phone. I’d wait for her to get up, walk across the floor and pick up before I hung up. After a few times she was getting visibly upset and I could see her talking about it with her friends. I told my server before we left and she loved it. Thanked me profusely and even got me extra dessert to go.

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The laziest hostess

So yesterday was my real life cake day and I wanted to go out to eat with my daughter. Our first choice of restaurant was closed on Mondays, no big deal we’ll go down the street and just have dinner at the local pizza place. Once inside we were seated by the hostess and given menus and water. I’m looking around the restaurant and it’s fairly busy with just one server running around. No help at all from the hostess once she puts someone at a table, as a matter of fact she goes and sits down at a table herself and starts playing on her phone and talking with her friends. Now up until 2 years ago I had been a server for almost 15 years, so I know how to observe what is happening in a restaurant. I stopped my (the only) waitress and asked her if she ever got help and she said no, that girl never helped out. So my petty revenge on behalf of the server was to call the restaurant every time that hostess sat down and pulled out her phone. I’d wait for her to get up, walk across the floor and pick up before I hung up. After a few times she was getting visibly upset and I could see her talking about it with her friends. I told my server before we left and she loved it. Thanked me profusely and even got me extra dessert to go.

EDIT: To everyone hating on me for “ruining” this teenage girl. My issue was with her sitting down in the middle of a semi full restaurant and playing on her phone. I fully realize she may not be expected to run food or anything. However, I know the management and know for a fact that she should have been helping more.