Gaskarth One Shots and Imagines

"I can't handle this long distance anymore, Y/N," your boyfriend of ten months, Alex, said. You two had been fighting over the long distance that dominated most of your relationship. You had no issue with it, because you loved him. He had other ideas.

"Alex," you pinched the bridge of your nose, "We've talked this out before. We can handle this."

"I can't," he replied, "I want you gone."

“Alex, please don’t do this,” you begged, “Do give up on us.”

“I want to have my own life,” he yelled, “I’m tired of being held back when I’m on tour.”

“Alex,” you were fighting tears, “Please don’t.”

“It’s already done,” he snapped, “Get your crap out of my house before I have to leave for tour.”

And he left you standing there. You were in pure shock. He actually broke everything off with you. As the tears started to fall, you began to pack up your things. You decided to just go stay with your parents. You had nowhere else to go right now. Once you had things figured out, you would find your own place.

Three weeks later, Alex was long gone. He was in London, most likely writing and visiting extended family. You figured out he had changed his number so you couldn't get a hold of him. You were moving into your own apartment in Baltimore, but had been feeling really sick.

On a whim, you bought a pregnancy test. You wanted to be sure of any possible cause of your uneasy stomach. And sadly, the test proved positive. And you knew exactly who the father was.

“Oh,” you sighed as you sat on the edge of the tub, “How am I supposed to raise a baby on my own? And I can’t even get a hold of the father because he’s a tool.”

You rested your hand on your flat stomach. You took a deep breath, knowing you would raise the baby on your own. And if he ever wanted back in, he’d find you. Alex always had a way of knowing where to look when he needed you.

It's been two years since Alex left you high and dry. You had decided to take your daughter, Alexandra, out to the park on a nice little stroll. The weather was finally nice, so the two of you got to have a blast. But you hadn't expected to run into anyone from your past, even him.

"Y/N," you looked up and saw the familiar six foot tall man that had broken your heart two years ago.
“Alex,” you furrowed your brows in curiosity, “What are you doing here?”

“I was in town and I wanted to walk through the park,” he replied, “But who is this cute little girl?”

“This is Alexa,” you told him. You heard Alex’s breath catch in his throat as he saw your daughter in better focus. He noted her curls that she got from her father along with her dark doe eyes.

“Y/N,” he whispered, “Who’s her father?”

“You,” you replied simply, “Alex, before you freak out, I had no idea I was pregnant until after we split.”

“That doesn’t make it any better,” he sat down next to you, “I feel like a total jerk. If I had known, I would have taken you back.”

“Alex,” you placed your hand over his, “Don’t beat yourself up.”

“I never moved on past you,” he spoke, “And I want to take you back. I need you in my life. I know she’ll need me too.”

“You are always welcome,” you told him, “And I’ve missed you. I wish I had the ability to tell you about her.”

“Well I’m here now,” he kissed your forehead, “And I am not calling it quits this time around. I have too much to lose this time.”

“Good,” you smiled, “Because I couldn’t stand going another day without you. She reminds me so much of you.”

“I’m sure her name didn’t help,” Alex smiled and kissed you, “Alexa, is that short for something?”

“Yep,” you smiled, “Alexandra Willow Gaskarth.”

Notes

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