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A False Accusation

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They have a heated argument where she drops an accusation on him. He claims that it’s a false accusation.

⚠️ Curse words

“You don't love me.”

She voiced the words to the room, clearly and firmly. Strangely enough, saying it out loud didn’t make her chest feel lighter like she’d thought it would. It still felt as suffocating as it had been.

“Wow,” he scoffed, his shoulders shook when he did. “That’s a terrible accusation, that.”

She glanced at him, but she quickly dropped her gaze again after she noticed the hurt plastered all over his face. He couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to say such cruel words.

“And also,” he continued, leaning forward on the sofa, propping his body with his elbows on his knees. “It’s a false accusation. That’s terrible from you.”

She was sitting on the other sofa across from him, leaning back and folding her arms in front of her chest. She could feel his eyes boring into her and she couldn’t resist the temptation to stare back at him. So she did.

She gritted her teeth. Those eyes were angry, those eyes had used to look at her in the most special way. She refused to believe that it was just in her head, that she was just making it up, because she had used to easily fall in love all over again every time she looked at those eyes but at some point, she started to feel that they’d changed.

“Really?” She challenged him, giving him a sharp look that matched his.

He scoffed again, pinching the bridge of his nose in stress. He shook his head. He couldn’t quite believe that she truly believed that he didn’t love her. Where did it even come from?

“Are you telling me that I lie every time I tell you I love you? Mind you, I say that every single day,” he said. But she was silent, so he continued. “Don’t I always give you everything? Make sure that you have everything you need, that you’re safe?” He asked. If she forgot about that, he was ready to remind her of all the things he did for her. Everything that he needed to sacrifice. “I give you my world.”

“You give me your money.” Her voice was firm and certain. And it stabbed him right in his heart.

It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for everything he’d given her. Moving her into his big house, constantly buying her expensive gifts, taking her to travel the world on holidays, giving her a luxury life—but that wasn’t the reason she’d fallen in love with him. She was never in it for the dime.

She had fallen in love with him for who he was. Or at least who he had used to be.

“I’m thankful that you gave me this wonderful life but I really don’t need the latest Prada release or to be on a yacht every holiday. I don’t need new jewellery every time you feel sorry, I don’t need you to surprise me with flowers in the morning just for you to go missing for the rest of the day.”

“I thought you liked them. Have you been lying, then?”

“I do appreciate them but that’s not the point! The point is I need you!” She sounded so desperate. She honestly had been feeling this way for a while and she hoped that this time he was really listening to her. “I just need a little bit of your time, for you to be with me, and not just physically. You’re with me but your head is somewhere else. I need you to just look at me, I–”

“Well, I’m sorry, okay?!” He cut her off, the tone of his voice rising up. “I’m sorry that my work demands so much of my time, it asks so much from me, I’ve always told you that from the beginning. My career is my life and there would be rough bumps along the way. Things get hard, things–”

“Yeah, that’s the problem, don’t you see??” Her tone was as high now, it was only adding to the tension. “You run away from me when things get hard for you. You don’t even want to share anything with me. You give me gifts and temporary attention to ‘make up’ for it. Every time!” She stood up from the sofa. She frustratingly pointed a finger against her chest, giving him a piercing gaze. “Am I so untrustworthy or unreliable? Am I that insufferable to deal with so you don’t want to open up to me?”

“Don’t.” He shook his head, clenching his fists. “Don’t start making up things now. I never for a second think about you that way.”

“Well, you always make me wonder. Wonder why you shut me out.” She shrugged. “It’s the truth, you can’t deny it. You always leave me out of things.”

“I’m just protecting you!” He abruptly stood up. “I can’t– I’m sorry if it’s hard for me to share things that I know would just hurt you and stress you out!” He moved his hands animatedly and quite angrily. “Don’t you understand?! I am saving you the troubles and the pain!”

“I want the f*cking pain!!”

Her voice pierced through his ears and he froze in his place, feeling shivers down his spine. He clenched his jaw and gulped. The anger, the desperation, the pain that she had been holding in, she’d just let it all out. She’d gotten so upset at this point, the tears quickly pooled in her eyes and threatened to fall. It pained him even more. He had never seen her like this.

“I’d rather feel the pain, suffer with you.” Her voice was small and timid this time, but there were so many emotions in it. “I’d choose that, rather than feeling left out and not appreciated. I promise you that’s the worst thing to feel. I hate it. I absolutely f*cking hate it.”

He sat back down, burying his face into his hands, trying to compose himself and find the right words to say. He felt her anger, her sadness, but he also needed her to understand that he did everything for a reason.

He let out a little sigh as he looked up to her. Her tears were already streaming down her cheeks.

“I don't live a normal life and all I’m trying to do is to keep you out of the abnormalities and all the absurd things. The sh*t people say out there, it gets scary sometimes. People are actually willing to do foolish and crazy things to bring me down.” He spoke with a more gentle tone, trying to reason with her. “And if you’re hurt, if something bad happens to you, I won’t be able to forgive myself.”

She wiped her tears away with her shaky hands, before she hugged herself with arms, trying to provide herself some comfort. He didn’t only sound serious, he also sounded sorry.

“What do you want me to do, then?” He stared at her with tired eyes. The anger in his eyes had worn off, it even looked like he was going to cry. “I’m sorry. I really am.” His voice was a bit shaky. “I’ll do whatever makes you happy. Please. I can’t lose you. What am I going to be if I lose you?”

Her heart clenched painfully. She couldn’t deny that it was heartbreaking to see himself asking the question—like he was really scared to lose her, like his world would crumble down in an instant if he lost her. She had never seen him like this before. He’d always appeared strong in front of her, like nothing could ever bring him down, like no one could ever catch him looking weak.

“Every single thing that I’ve ever done is to protect you and to make you happy, to earn your love. Most of the time I don’t think I deserve you, you know. Because you deserve more than this f*cking fool,” he said pointing at himself. “Who apparently doesn’t know how to love. I’m sorry if I’ve done it the wrong way and made you feel the opposite way.”

Without her even realising it, what she’d been wishing to see was happening right in front of her—for him to open up to her and show his vulnerable side. Her tears fell again, but for a different reason this time. She felt his confusion, his sorrow, and she was hurting with him.

After a moment of deafening silence, he suddenly stood up. He approached her, who was just standing with her head down. He grabbed her by her waist and turned her to look at him. He fixed her dishevelled hair, tucking stray strands of hair to the back of her ears. He lifted her head up by her chin, before he continued to wipe her tears again. Every touch was so gentle, every touch felt gave her warmth and comfort that she’d been longing.

“Look at me, please,” he said. She finally shifted her gaze up and stared back at him. His eyes were looking at her fondly. “I love you so much. Please believe me.” He choked up, trying his best to convey his feelings through his voice. “I took you home to my mum and told her you’re the most special person in my life, I try to treat you like a queen, I see you and talk about you like you’re my prized possession, because you are.”

She listened to him. She tried to really listen to him. And honestly, this time it wasn’t so hard to believe him. She appreciated that he was finally opening up, even though it had taken them quite a long time to get there, not to mention all the struggle they had had to go through. But he finally found his courage to be fragile.

“Do you know what? You don’t have to be strong all the time,” she said as his hands fell to her waists and safely rested there. Her voice was almost a whisper. “I’m your girlfriend. You have a responsibility to protect me, but I also have a responsibility to be your partner. So let me do my part.” She held his face and stroked a thumb on his cheek. “We do this together. We’re supposed to go through happiness and sadness together, we go through all the troubles together. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you.” He nodded. “I’m really sorry, okay? I love you,” he said again, before she pulled him into a hug.

“I love you too. I love you,” she mumbled against his shoulder. She heard him letting out a sob as his chest and shoulders shook. He held her tight, and it had been a while since it felt like this. She felt heard and seen. She felt loved. It was all she ever wanted.

And he couldn’t describe the wave of relief that washed over him. He really thought that his biggest fear, losing her, was really going to happen. He realised that he’d actually failed her. All this time he had loved her his own way which he thought was the best and the safest way but apparently, it didn’t give her the safety he wanted for her. She was right—they had to do this together, and it meant that he had to listen to her, count her thoughts and feelings.

He would try. He promised he would try his best to see her how she wanted to be seen, and love her how she wanted to be loved. Because she was the most important person in his life, and he’d do anything to make himself deserve her.

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i had this sitting on my draft and i almost forgot about it! i kept switching between john and hendo when i wrote it. tell me who you imagined this! i hope you enjoyed it<3

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footballxixstars · 10 months

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Three Going On Thirteen • Tyrone Mings

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 5

“I Hate You!”

“I HATE YOU!” Your son screamed at the top of his lungs. So loud you were kind of scared that the neighbours would complain or call the police because of how loud he was screaming. Screaming both those words and noise. Along with screaming, he stomped his foot down on the floor just to show how annoyed and angry he was by everything. His face was red and splotchy with tears streaming down his face with snot and everything. He looked a mess and your heart broke whilst looking at him. Well your heart broke but maybe not all because of that reasoning. He was honestly 3 going on 13 and it hurt you. He was having these outbursts somewhat regularly and screaming hurtful words but not once had he said that he hates you and now he has. Nobody told you having a child would be this hard or emotional.

Once your son had run off, probably to his room like a teenager, you allowed the emotions to come down and the tears to fall down your face. Considering your son was only 3 years old you are quite certain that he doesn’t fully understand the effect of those words but still, it hurt and he should probably know that. Your own flesh and blood, you carried him for 9 months and then birthed him just to have him scream that he hates you. It really hurt. At this point you were just on the floor crying and your son was elsewhere in the house. You knew that you should be watching him considering he was dangerously silent but right now you have to be away from him. What is the worst that a 3-year-old can do alone? Probably a lot actually but it would be worse if you were with him. Hopefully Tyrone will be back soon and can help deal with it all. Tyrone will be an innocent party and be able to talk to you both. You were way too mad to speak to your son and Tyrone wouldn’t be. You needed Tyrone.

Like your thoughts could be read, Tyrone walked through the door. Right as you needed you. You did however try to wipe the tears that were falling away just so it wouldn’t be as clear but it was all fruitless. Tyrone would know instantly. He knows you too well and when it comes to you and your son he is very observant so will notice your teary eyes and tear tracks on your face instantly and he’ll probably notice that your son isn’t anywhere near you like he usually is. He will notice these little things. As you were wiping the tears away and trying to make yourself look somewhat normal you could hear Tyrone talking as he walked around the house (you could also hear his footsteps) but you weren’t paying attention to the words he was saying as your mind was too preoccupied. Even though you wiped the tears off of your face, well tried, you still stayed sitting on the floor having no effort to move.

“Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.” Tyrone repeated over and over again when he made it into the same room as you trying to get your attention. As soon as it finally registered in your mind what he was saying, that he was trying to get your attention, you looked at him. There Tyrone was standing with your son in his arms who was hiding his head in Tyrone’s neck like he didn’t want to be seen. The moment that Tyrone saw your face his dropped instantly knowing that something was seriously wrong. With the way that your son was acting you thought that Tyrone would know that something was wrong then but when he saw your face you probably reiterated it. After allowing himself to take in your face you saw him say something softly to your son before putting him on the floor and instantly after his feet got placed on the floor he scurried off. Once again tears built in your eyes knowing that you will have to replay the moment again just so Tyrone can know what happened. You do not want to replay that moment again. Tyrone watched your son run off before giving you his undivided attention. Well as much attention as he can do with a 3-year-old running around the house.

“What happened?” Tyrone asked you seriously, kneeling down in front of you placing his right hand on your cheek and wiping the tears away with his thumb as they fell. Him kneeling in front of you, blocking everything else so he was the only thing you could see, his touch on your face, just everything he was doing was comforting. Something that was very much needed. You needed the comfort from somebody that loves you very much before reliving what happened again. Tyrone was 100% that comfort person.

“Take your time,” Tyrone comfortingly said when you hadn’t spoken for a couple of minutes. He had seen you attempt to speak but every time a sob would leave your mouth stopping you. You were getting frustrated that you couldn’t get the words out but Tyrone saying to you to take your time helped slightly. You could calm yourself down, catch your breath and manage to tell Tyrone what had happened whilst he was out of the house.

“Earlier he wanted some of the chocolate but I told him to wait a little bit longer until you come back because you were bringing ice cream and .ice cream is his favourite. If you brought back ice cream he would want that when he sees it and he shouldn’t have both ice cream and chocolate especially when it’s dinner soon. Anyway, he was screaming about it so I tried to explain and talk to him to try to get him to calm down. He shouted- He shouted that- He shouted that he hates me,” You explained to Tyrone and your voice broke by the end of it. A sob even left your lips and before you knew it you were fully crying once again.

“He said he hates me,” You repeated and as soon as those words left your lips you felt Tyrone’s arms wrap themselves around you and you just melted into them. One of his hands ran up and down your back whilst the other was tightly around you pulling you close to his own body like he was trying to protect you from the world. Like every other time you’re hurting and need comfort being in Tyrone’s arms helps so much. You’re so lucky you found someone who can help you deal with everything and be the only person in the world who is able to give you comfort. He is the only person who doesn’t get pushed away by you when feeling upset and he is the only person who is able to just hug you and make you feel so much better.

“I’ll talk to him,” Tyrone spoke out as soon as you had calmed down. As soon as he thought that you would be fine on your own for a few minutes. He’d rather not leave you alone when you’re feeling so devastated but if he wants to sort this mess out then he will have to. He has to talk to your son alone and get his side and then explain why saying ‘I hate you’ to people isn’t nice especially when he doesn't mean it. Before he left he pressed a soft kiss to your temple before wandering off to find your son.

Even when Tyrone moved away from you and left the room you didn’t move off of the floor, not even sure that you could, you just watched the door waiting for either your son or Tyrone, or even both to walk through the door and put this whole ordeal behind you. Is that too much to ask for? It’s been an emotional and hard day and you just want to put it all behind you so all you need is to make sure you make up with your son so hopefully Tyrone can get through to him. When you heard the sound of pitter-patter footsteps coming towards the room that you were in.

“I’m sorry mummy, I love you not hate you. I love you,” Your son cried running right into your arms. You pulled him into one of the tightest hugs that you ever had. So tight that you’re not even sure that he could breathe properly but he wasn’t complaining so you will continue to hold him this tight until he tries to leave your arms. It won’t be long until he no longer wants these hugs so you were going to cherish it for as long as possible. Whilst hugging him you tilted your head up to face Tyrone and mouthed ‘thank you’ to him and all he did in return was shrug. This was only part of his job. He started this family with you so it’s only part of his job to help deal with the arguments between you and your son just like you would if he was arguing with your son. He helps be the mediator and will always help.

“How about some ice cream?” Tyrone asked excitedly, clapping his hands together to make sure he got your attention. All he had to say was the word ‘ice cream’ and he had your son’s attention and that definitely happened this time. As soon as he heard the word ‘ice cream’ he wiggled out of your arms and ran off to the kitchen. Meanwhile, Tyrone helped you stand up and brought you into a soft kiss. A soft and affectionate kiss which you really needed after the day you’ve had. Tyrone’s kisses are almost magical and after the hug with your son, the magic was really working. Unfortunately, having a child means that the kiss couldn’t last long no matter how much you wanted it to, his lips were addicting. When you pulled away from one another you could finally ask him the question that was on your mind as soon as your son came running into the room.

“What did you even say to him?” You questioned Tyrone.

“That’s between me and him but he’ll hopefully think before he speaks now,” Tyrone confidently starting to make his way to the kitchen but you grabbed his arm before he could and raised one eyebrow at him without saying a word for a couple of seconds. You were trying to read his face and expressions and by the way that he’s acting you just knew that he had promised your son something. Tyrone is able to read you well but you are able to read him well and even maybe better. It’s what comes after years of dating and it can be helpful.

“You promised him ice cream didn’t you,” You chuckled to Tyrone who looked very bashful at that moment like he had been caught. You couldn’t help but laugh knowing that it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do considering your son will probably expect this every time now but it worked and you liked the fact that it worked. As long as Tyrone actually spoke to him and explained it to him then you’re fine with a little bit of bribing. As much as you hate to admit it Tyrone bribes you with food occasionally and it works also.

“Maybe,” He laughed before you heard your son complaining from the kitchen so you and Tyrone had to make your way there before he has another tantrum. Not before another quick and sneaky kiss with Tyrone though. (Your child did start to complain even louder. You definitely have to teach your son patience.)

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