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super-the-natural said:Hi I just want to start off with you’re really hot, I’m so jealous of you😂 and I love your imagines😍😍 could you do a PaulxReader based on Clock Don’t Stop by Carrie Underwood?? thank you so much💕💕

A/N: Oh thanks! haha 😜 Don’t be jealous, love. I look bad half of the time. 😂 I’m very happy that you like my imagines! And I would be honoured to write this imagine for you. You’re very welcome! I’m really sorry that I hadn’t gotten around to your request until now. I’ve been busy and have gotten so many requests. So I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings at all! I hope that you enjoy this imagine, sweetie! I hope that it’s what you were looking for.

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[Clock Don’t Stop.]

word count: 1,379.

Warning’s: swearing, angry Paul Lahote, possessive Paul Lahote, Slapping Paul Lahote, and I suppose that’s it, I guess.

Your eyes widened substantially at the shaking figure before you. Tears began to wobble upon your waterline at the words he had spoken, but you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t waste your tears on him any more. “That’s how you feel about me?” a smile breaks out on your face but it never hits your eyes. It only makes you look that much more broken.
“You’re clingy and you can’t leave me five minutes of my own time, (Y/N)!” Paul’s voice roars, rumbling the small home he lives in. His father was out at the local bar and the two of you were left in it on your lonesomes.
“Clingy?” you suddenly breathe. “Clingy?” you scream, the tears bursts down your cheeks. “Have you met yourself, Paul Lahote?!” you roar it out, the glass windows almost breaking from the high pitched-ness of it.
“Spare the water works, (Y/N). We all know they’re for effect.” he snorts, towering over you.

You hadn’t planned for it to happen. It just did.

The impact of your hand was hard, leaving a vivid red hand print on his cheek. His head snapped to the side. The snapping sound echoing in the small home as you both froze instantly. “Don’t you ever speak like that to me ever again, Paul.” you spit it out, saliva spitting violently at Paul. “You dominate my every decision, plead for me to see you all of the time because you miss me. If you can’t admit your own faults then I’m not going to stand here and listen to your cruddy words. I’m sick of fighting with you. I’m done. We’re done.” you scream at him, snatching your jacket and purse from the couch and jogging out of the front door.

Paul never moved a muscle from that spot when you looked through the wind shield of your truck. His head was still whipped to the side but you could notice he was trembling, fighting with the malicious beast within him. You didn’t stick around to see the show.

***

You slammed your front door shut, ignoring your mothers inquiries as you scuttled up the stairs and slammed your bedroom door behind you. The tears kept coming, running down your face in grey rivers. You hated fighting with Paul everyday, the fighting was beginning to kill you inside. Now you didn’t have to fight with him, because you had ended things faster than you should have and guilt kept eating away at your gut like maggots ate away at rotting flesh. You tremble in a ball, squeezing your knees close to your chest to keep yourself from breaking and falling apart. You had never cried so hard in your life.

***

Your phone began to buzz in your pocket, startling you. “Hello?” you sniffle. The line is silent on the other end, the familiar deep breathing on the other end. “Paul just leave me alone. I don’t want to hear what you have to say. You said all you needed to, so leave it at that.” your voice is weak, trembling from the tears that rush down your cheeks.
“I don’t want to fight.” he breathes out huskily to you, begging.
“We’ll sort it out tomorrow, but right now I don’t want to talk to you.” you admit honestly.
“How do you know tomorrow will come, (Y/N)?” Paul’s shaky reply almost startles you. You hadn’t thought of it like that.
“Don’t do that to yourse-,”
“God dammit, (Y/N)! I won’t kill myself!” he yells over the phone, paralysing me. “I just want it sorted it out now because I don’t want to go to bed with you and I fighting on my fucking mind!” he finishes off.

Relief fled over me when I heard him tell me he wasn’t going to hurt himself. Yet I’m incredibly silent, stuck to my bedroom door. “If you’re not going to talk then I will.” his voice is poison and my thumb presses the red button on my phone, ending the phone call. My phone clatters to the floor loudly, shattering the screen of it.

’Why couldn’t he just control himself?’ you thought to yourself in bewilderment. ’Why can’t he do it for himself instead of insisting on doing it for me?’ those answers could never be answered without Paul.

***

The ticking of the clock was haunting you as every hour passed by. A ball began forming within your throat, making it hard to breathe deeply. Time wasn’t stopping even if Paul wasn’t there. It still kept ticking along, leaving you behind in your bedroom, curled in a vulnerable ball. Crying seemed impossible because you assumed you were all cried out.

You felt trapped without your imprint doing everything in his power to comfort you, to make you happy. But he made you so angry at the same time. Infuriated even. All of this thinking about Paul caused you to wear a bitter thin line where your plump pink lips used to be. Your eyes began to water just as your bedroom door opened and a shadow poured over you in it’s comforting darkness. “I’m not sure what’s happened. She won’t talk to me, but maybe you can.” your mother says.
“Thanks.” that voice causes you to bury your face into the mountain of pillows on your bed and the tears began to well up again, causing you to sob into them.

The door shuts and silence looms within the air serenely, causing your stomach to churn. “Go away.” you murmur into the pillows and Paul hears but cannot make out what you’re saying.
“(Y/N), look at me.” Paul’s voice could have made your heart break, but you don’t move so his large russet hands lightly push your back until it hits the mattress softly. “There. Now look into my eyes.”
“No.”
“You have to.”
“Why should I do anything for you? It’s never good enough for you.” you retort sharply.
“Stop adding to the feud because you know that I can’t control my temper and I’m tired of saying things in the heat of the moment.” he admits boldly for him. “Now take a look into my eyes and maybe you’ll be surprised.”

Your eyes look into his dark chocolate orbs and you’re surprised to see them pink and puffy like your own. “You’ve been crying…” you breathe.
“Yeah, and that isn’t your fault.” he bows his head. “I’m tired of getting so jealous of other boys talking to you, of you focusing your time on everyone else. I can’t have you all to myself and I know that, but I can’t help myself. Your touch soothes me, your presence eases everything for me also. You’ve made my transition so much more better than it had be in the beginning. But controlling my anger is difficult but I do my best.” he sighs, his large hand enveloping yours.
“Don’t control it for me, do it for yourself.” you suddenly say and he looks up at you with furrowed brows. “Being calm isn’t for me, Paul. You have to be calm for yourself, your secret, for the tribe. You have to do that for you, because you’re the one that has to deal with it at the end of the day. Not me.” you tell him thoughtfully.
“You’re right.” he looks down at you, smiling a little. He gave you that look he always does when he knows that you’re the answer to his problem. He smiles at you like that when he’s sorry.

Maybe it was the rush and strength of his fierce warm lips that melted you into your bed and pulled him upon you. His scent wafted up your slightly stuffed nose as his lips worked in perfect sync with yours. His hands caressed your hips tenderly, guiding them closer to his. IT was a heated rush of ecstasy as you whimpered beneath him, shaking from the intensity of it all. “I love you, (Y/N). Take my dumb ass back, please?” he begged, trailing his lips smoothly down your neck, pressing especially upon your sweet spot, making you gasp.
“I love you too Paul, and yes. Just no more fighting so much okay?” you begged beneath him.
“Okay.” he smiles tenderly on that spot.

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