He was angry, said some — no a lot of things he shouldn’t have said. But now you’re giving him the silent treatment and he’s desperately sorry. You’ve locked yourself in your room ignoring his knocks and messages. Until he opens the door and peeks his head in.

“Hey beautiful..” He says while cautiously making his way towards your bed. He sits infront of your sulky self. Curled up while wearing an oversized hoodie that was obviously not yours. He then reaches towards you and cups your chin bringing your head closer and pressing a kiss to your temple.

You push him away out of spite and he falls silent for a few seconds before speaking up.

“Listen, I’m sorry. My mouth just.. rambles on sometimes and I say things I don’t mean. Can I make it up to you? Please?” He pleads, pulling you closer again. His hand resting on your waist, the other holding your face so you don’t look away.