im trying to get back to posting everyday like i used to. i want to finish this book by the end of 2018 so i can start fresh in 2019.

also, ethan dolan imagines hit a million reads last week or so, so i just wanted to thank everyone who has been reading from the start or if you're new here, thank you for reading my very weird imagines. i love you all so much.

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it had been almost three weeks since you and ethan had spoken. it all started out with a big fight about nothing, then you said something and he said something, and now no one was saying anything. you could feel your heart turn every time he tried to sneak a peek at you, but it didn't last very long. he would pretend that he was staring at something else, but it still hurt.

but today, it was all going to change. it was his twenty first birthday and you wanted to go all out. you woke up with ethan laying in bed beside you. he looked so peaceful in his sleep.

"happy birthday, ethan." you whispered as you kissed his cheek. the anger you had built up over the last few weeks seemed to have disappeared in all of five minutes. you just wanted to spend this special day with him and forget about everything.

ethan rolled out of bed and stretched.

"any special plans today?" you asked him.

he ignored you and went into the restroom to get ready for work. you felt your heart ping in pain, but you didn't let it stop you.

while he was getting ready, you rushed downstairs and began to cook breakfast. you made his favorite açaí bowl with his favorite fruits. it was doubtful he'd eat it, considering he had been ignoring you.

ethan walked down the stairs in a blue and black suit with his hair done nicely. he looked stunning.

"i made an açaí bowl for you. i know it's your favorite," you smile. he checked himself out in the mirror by the front door and left without a word. "well, fuck me." you cursed.

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it was later in the night and you left ethan six voicemails and ten messages to inform him of your plans for the night. he, of course, didn't respond. it was already getting close to midnight and you hadn't heard anything from him. the homemade cake you made for him was sadly sitting on the table awaiting to be eaten.

you got bored and decided to check his snapchat and instagram stories. you opened his snapchat first and saw he was at a party with all his friends from jersey. they were dancing around and having a good time, it was the first time in three weeks you'd seen ethan smile.

it hurt like hell to see someone you loved ignore you for their friends. you placed your phone on the counter and felt tears welding up in your eyes. you set your head down on the table and fell asleep while awaiting for him to show.

a couple hours later you heard a car door slam. you jumped in fright and carefully looked out the nearest window. it was ethan with his blazer swung around his shoulder. his keys jiggled the door and he stepped in with a sigh.

you stood from the table and crossed your arms. "where the hell have you been? it's three in the morning! you could have at least told me you were going out, then i wouldn't have made a fool of myself just waiting around for you."

he brushed past you without a word and that's when the anger hit. you grabbed a pillow from the nearest couch and threw it at his head. it was a soft pillow that did no damage but it was enough for ethan to stop and turn around.

"why are you acting like such a dickhead? why won't you just talk to me?" you yell. "i've been trying to get your attention for the last three weeks and nothing has been working. i can't even get you to look at me anymore! and then i try to make you a good birthday party for just us two and you go ahead and treat it like it's fucking garbage. who even knows if you love me anymore?" you wipe your wet cheeks and walk past him to your shared bedroom.

you pull out your suitcases and begin to pack up your belongings. "where are you gonna go?" ethan asks.

"so he speaks!" you roll your eyes in annoyance.

he breathes an angry sigh. "just answer the fucking question, y/n."

"how about you go fuck yourself, dolan." ethan advances towards you and throws you over his shoulder. you yelp and pound on his back. "let me go!"

he throws you on the bed with him hovering over you. his eyes are a dark shade of green as he stares into your (eye color) colored eyes.

"how could you ever say i don't love you? do you know how hard it is to ignore someone that you love so deeply? it was hell, y/n. not being able to tell you everything that has been going on in my mind. or just to tell you that what you said three weeks ago really fucking hurt me, y/n. being told by someone you love that they'd be a ridiculous parent is heartbreaking."

you squirm under his gaze. "i said we'd be ridiculous parents, and not in that way. we forget everything, we don't plan ahead, we don't do things that'll prepare us for having a child, ethan."

"that's what trying is for, y/n! when we have this baby we won't be ready for it. no one is ever truly ready for a baby and maybe we'll be the worst parents but at least we'll try. that's all anyone can ask for," he says. "now can we please stop being mad at each other?"

you roll your eyes, giving in. "fine."

he plants kisses all over your face while repeating 'i love you' time and time again.