Jason Statham Imagines

Deck's POV
I untangle myself from y/n as she continues to sleep. I slowly slide my arm out from underneath her neck and she shuffles to get comfortable once I get my arm out from beneath her. Thankfully, she remains asleep, I hate waking her when I get up before her, whether it be for work or because I've woken before her. Although if I just wake up before her then I'll just lie in bed with her until she wakes up.

I lean over her and gently kiss her cheek before climbing out of the bed and quietly exit the room. I make some breakfast in the kitchen for myself and y/n, I decide on her favourite; pancakes. I have work today so I want to make her breakfast before I leave and then I'll see her tonight.

I make my way back into the bedroom with a plate of pancakes and fruit for her. She's still sleeping, not having moved a muscle since I got up and it makes me smile. I place the plate on her bedside table and sit on the edge of the bed. I slowly wake her by rubbing circles into her back and kissing her face. I watch her smile softly and so I kiss her on the lips. She kisses me back and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her and my upper body is practically flush with hers. We pull away and she finally opens her eyes. "I made you breakfast" I state as I push her hair off her forehead. "Thank you" she replies as she glances at the plate on her bedside table while I sit up. "I'm gonna shower while you eat and then head out" I tell her and she nods as she sits up against the headboard and reaches for the plate. She nods with an 'ok' before starting to eat her breakfast and so I jump in the shower.

Y/n's POV
I finish my pancakes and fruit that Deck made for me. I smile at the gesture, even though he does this often, when he has to leave for work early in the morning. He won't make me breakfast when he's leaving very early in the morning because he doesn't want to wake me up so early, but he'll still kiss me goodbye which does stir me sometimes, but I would never complain about that. I love that he kisses me goodbye every time.

Deck is showered, dressed and ready to go so he comes over to kiss me goodbye and I smile as he does. "I'll see you tonight" he smiles after pecking my lips and I nod. "Be safe" I say, as I always do when he leaves for work. "I will. I love you" he replies, as always. "I love you too" I respond before we kiss once more and then he's out the door.

A few hours later, I'm in the living room researching for a job when there's a knock at the door. I approach the door and look through our peep hole to see a man I don't recognise waiting, wearing full black leather, from head to toe. I take a gun from the cupboard beside the door and place it in my waistband at my lower back. I open the door and he smiles at me but as I open the door two other men come to stand behind him and I realise they're looking for me specifically. Or Deck. We both live here. "Hello y/n" he greets with a smile. "Can I help you?" I question, only keeping the door open a couple inches. "I'm gonna need you to come with us" he says and I scan each of the men, seeing their gun holsters along their rib cage. "I don't think so" I reply, placing my foot behind the door for more leverage. "Let's not make this difficult" he responds, taking a step towards me and that's all I needed. I attempt to slam the door shut but he gets a foot between the door and the frame with a hand against the door. His speed shocks me and his strength when he forces the door open shocks me further. I didn't even have a chance to close it or force it closed.

The three men enter the flat and I pull my gun from my waistband and raise it to the man leading these men. He holds his hand in front of my gun and the bullets ricochet off his gloved hand when I fire. I throw the gun at him as another man attacks me and defend myself as best I can. With the three of them attacking me at once, I can't avoid each hit and struggle to get any hits in myself. Eventually they knock me to the ground and hold my hands behind my back. They tie my hands tightly and pull me to my feet. "It's nothing personal" the lead man says before grabbing my arm and leading me out of the flat. I quickly scan the room to see the mess. The vase of flowers was knocked from the table and is now covering the wet floor in shattered glass and flowers. One of our small cupboards has a broken door from where one of them threw me into it. The place is a mess. Deck will get home, see this and know something happened. He'll look for me and he'll find me. No doubt about it.