Imagines :)

I will write any little imagines you want about One Direction, The Vamps, or just any boys in general:) Sorry about the picture, I couldn't find any that we're small enough to fit all of them:(


3. Taylor-Vic Fuentes

What's one more cut gonna do? I already have tons. No one's going to notice one more. I stare at the silver razor, wondering how something so small could dictate my life. How did I let myself fall this far down with no hopes of climbing back up? 

This is my life now. Wake up, school, cut, fall asleep. A never ending cycle that is making me spiral into abyss. No one really cares, honestly. They've all given up on me. My friends left a long time ago, and my family insists on turning a blind eye to it. The only thing keeping me from ending it all is music. It's like a drug to me, more powerful than a razor will ever be. It fills my head and makes me forget my problems. It lets me feel something. 

I crank up the music in my room, not caring about how the neighbors will complain later. No one's home but me, and I intend to make the best of it. I sing along to the lyrics, pulling on some skinny jeans and a band t-shirt. Then I line my eyes with black eyeliner and straighten my long brown hair. 

I barely eat, checking my phone for any messages or missed calls. I never have any, but it feels good to do something that normal people do everyday. To my surprise, I have one text from an unknown number.

I miss you Taylor

My heart stops, knowing who it's from right away. It's been a whole year, and now he decides to reach out to me? He's the reason I'm a mess right now! I decide to text the number back. 

Who is this?

But I already know the answer. My heart just needs to know for sure. A beep signals a incoming text.

Vic Fuentes

I swallow hard, tears springing in my eyes. This can't be happening, he can't be happening. Not after everything that went down last year. But I need to know why he decided to text me now.

Why are you texting me? 

I miss you

No you don't. You're just bored

Can we talk in person? I'm in town

He's here? In my city? He must have thought I would say yes, and invite him in all happy like nothing ever happened. Too bad for him that it's not going to go that way.

No. Stop texting me Vic. And with that I shut off my phone and head to my room, cranking the music higher. 

At some point I must have fallen asleep because when I open my eyes it's dark out. I glance at the clock, reading 10:00 pm. I roll off my bed and shut off the music, opening a phone book to find the pizza delivery number. While I dial it up, I think about what I want to order. After I tell him my address, I walk down into the living room and turn on the t.v. Some stupid reality show comes on and I sit and watch for a few minutes before I hear the doorbell ring.

"That was fast" I say out loud, grabbing my wallet and swinging the front door open. "How much do I owe you?" I search my wallet before glancing up at the man standing in the doorway. My jaw drops and I stand there in shock silence staring up at Vic. 

"You don't owe me anything. It's the other way around" His voice carries throughout the empty house, making me shiver. I look away and down at my feet.

"What are you doing here?" I ask quietly, avoiding his eyes. 

"I came to apologize Taylor" He replies, running a hand through his perfect hair. It's gotten longer since the last time I saw him. 

"It's a little late for that Vic" I look up at him, disappointment and anger running through me

"Let me explain" He starts, but I cut him off by slowly closing the door.

"Just go home" I shut the door, letting some tears fall. Why would he come here? I slump down, my back resting against the door. It starts to vibrate when he bangs his fists against it, calling my name and begging me to let him in. I cup my hands over my ears and try to think of happy things, but I can't come up with anything. 

"Taylor, open up. Please!" He yells for the hundredth time, and then goes quiet. I press my ear against the door, trying to figure out if he finally left. When I don't hear anything for a few minutes, I get up and crack open the door. He's not there. I open it fully, walking out a few steps to make sure he's really gone. A pang of guilt hits me, making me regret not letting him in, but I dismiss it. 

I fall back onto the couch, turning my attention to the plastic girls on the show yelling at each other over a pair of shoes. A few more minutes pass and I here a 'thump' coming from upstairs. The sound of crashing follows it and I run upstairs, hesitating for a second before swinging open my bedroom door. Vic is laying on my floor along with all the clutter that was on my dresser. My window is wide open, and I'm guessing he used it to get in.

"Just like old times hey?" He smiles up at me, but it soon disappears when he sees that I'm not going to return it. He get's up, brushing off his skinny jeans and placing a few things back on my dresser. 

"Get out of my house" I order him, clenching my fists in balls by my side. 

"First of all, it's not 'your' house. It's your parents house" He states, dusting off a picture of me and setting it on my dresser. 

"That never applied to you before" I say, thinking back to all the times he snuck into 'my house' when we used to date. He thinks about what I said, probably thinking about the same thing I am.

"Look, I just want to talk. You wouldn't let me in the front door so I had no other option!" He chuckles a bit, taking a step closer to me. 

"Fine, then talk" I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Really? Wow. Okay" He tugs on his hair, something he does when he's nervous. "I'm really sorry. For everything. I should have manned up and told you I was leaving instead of hurting you so that it would be easier for me. I thought I could spare the heartbreak from the goodbye's and just leave. I didn't think I would hurt you as much as I did" 

"You left me. Not just that, but you didn't even say goodbye! I thought things were going really well between us, and then you just up and leave! You never even broke up with me." I exclaim. I think about how we dated for a bit, and just as things were getting serious, he left. 

"I know, I'm sorry. I was scared" He replies in a quiet tone he only uses when he's serious.  

"What could you possibly be scared of?!" I yell, anger rising up in me. He looks up at the ceiling and tugs harder on his hair, groaning. "Spit it out Vic! It better be good because you've caused me so much pain over the last year! I loved you, and look what you left me with!" I shove up the sleeve on my left arm, showing him all the scars running up and down.

"No. Please tell me I didn't cause that" He begs, his big brown eyes tearing up.

"You did. So tell me why you left!" I scream at him, not able to keep down my anger any longer.

"I was falling in love with you Taylor! I was so scared I would mess things up with you that it made me not even want to try!" He yells back. Silence fills the room and I digest the words he just said. He was falling in love with me? 

He slowly walks closer to me, picking up my arms and looking at the scars. Then very gently he brings his lips to them and kisses each one. I stand there watching before I look away and tears spill over. 

"I am so, so sorry" He chokes out, and I meet his eyes for a second before he pulls me into a warm hug. "I don't ever expect you to forgive me Taylor, but I want you to know how sorry I am" He whispers into my hair. I few moments pass before I speak up again. 

"I forgive you" I whisper back, barely audible. He stays quiets and just nods. We stand in the middle of my room hugging for what seems like a long time before we pull away. 

"I'd should get back to my hotel" He says, moving towards the bedroom door. I grab his hand and pull him back into the room.

"Stay. Just for tonight" I ask, and he smiles a bit in reply. 

"Only if you want me to" He says, and we climb into bed together. He wraps his strong arms around me, and I fold into him. We look at each other, and he tucks some hair behind my ear. His hand lingers, tracing my face as if he wants to memorize it all over again. Then he slowly dips down and presses his soft lips against mine, reminding me of all the happy memories I couldn't think of earlier. I push back, deepening the kiss. He seems surprised by that, and reacts by smiling and letting out a few chuckles. We kiss for a little while longer before a yawn occupies my mouth.

"Darling you'll be okay. Goodnight Taylor" He whispers just as sleep pulls me away from him. 


"I never meant to hurt nobody, I never meant to hurt you. I only meant to do this to myself"

Lyrics from Tangled in the great escape by Pierce the Veil. 

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