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Drown // Jack Avery

requested by @dayummendes

warning: issa sad one and a long one y’all STRAP IN

prompt #2: “stop asking me to trust you when I am still coughing up water from the last time you let me drown”

prompt #3: “I wish you understood how hard this is for me”

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“i’m sorry, you‘re going where?” I asked. 

jack was next to me, sprawled across my bed in my apartment, telling me his plans for the night. 

“it’s just a little party, (Y/N). logan just moved into his new house and he’s celebrating and wants us to be there,” he shrugged, fiddling with my fingers. 

“I don’t mean to sound like a mom, but is there going to be alcohol?” I questioned. 

jack laughed and leaned up to kiss me. 

“of course there’s going to be alcohol, did you not hear me say it was logan’s party?” 

“oh I heard you. are you going to be drinking?” 

he shrugged. 

“I don’t know, maybe a little. I won’t go overboard though, I promise. and the guys will be there, so we’ll look out for each other, and none of us are driving. so there isn’t anything to worry about. we probably won’t even stay long,” he said, kissing the top of my hands. “you have nothing to worry about, trust me.” 

I sighed and forced a smile towards him, making him think I was okay with it. but my mind kept going back to the last time he went to logan’s for a party. 

(flashback)

“(Y/N),” Jonah spoke through the speaker, his voice loud over the music in the background. “you need to get over here. like, as soon as possible.” 

“why? what’s going on? I asked, nerves setting in as I jumped out of my bed, running downstairs to get some shoes on. 

“I… I hate to tell you this, especially this way, but jack is completely wasted and he’s all over some girl. he hasn’t done anything, and he keeps calling her by your name so he doesn’t even know who she is. but we can’t-” 

“i’m on my way,” I cut him off, throwing my phone in the passenger seat of my car. 

when I pulled up to where logan was hosting this party, there were people stumbling out of the front door, red solo cups in their hands, liquid sloshing over the sides. I sighed and turned off my car, getting out and walking slowly up to the front. 

Jonah and Daniel were standing outside waiting for me, and when they saw me a look of relief washed over them as they rushed towards me. 

“thank god you’re here, we can’t get him off of whoever that is. he still hasn’t made a move, but he thinks that she’s you. corbyn’s in there right now, trying to pull him off but he won’t budge. we know he wouldn’t do anything stupid, but he’s so out of his mind right now we just wanted to be safe,” Daniel explained in a rush. 

“should I be mad? because I’m feeling a little mad right now,” I shouted. 

“he’s drunk,” Jonah said softly. 

“right,” I scoffed. “where is he?” 

they led me inside and right in the doorway to the kitchen, was my boyfriend with his arm around some sleazy blonde. his eyes were halfway open and he had an empty cup at his feet. corbyn was standing right next to him, trying to pull his arms away, but jack kept shrugging him off. I stalked forward, placing a hand on corbyn’s shoulder. he turned around and gave me the same look Jonah and Daniel had just minutes before. 

“oh my god, thank you so much for coming. I know this sucks but he’s… i’m sorry,” he shouted over the music. I nodded and gave him a small smile. 

“thank you, it’s okay. can I try and get my boyfriend back?” I yelled in return. he nodded and stepped away. 

“jack?” I called his name, placing my hands on his arms where corbyn’s just were. he looked at me and did a double take. 

“(Y/N), what are you-” he looked between me and the blonde and yanked his arm back. “what’s going on? have you not been here the entire time?”

I shook my head. 

“just got here, babe. let’s go home, yeah?”

“I want to stayyy,” he whined, wrapping me in a hug. he reeked of alcohol. 

“it’s late, baby. we need to get you home, okay?” I tried again. he gave me an over exaggerated sigh, but a smile fell onto his features and he nodded. 

“okay, lead the way!” he yelled. I couldn’t help but laugh, despite the anger coursing through my veins. 

I looked at the other three boys standing behind us. 

“I’ve got him from here, he’s alright now.” 

when I finally got jack home, he tried to explain to me what happened. 

“baby, I promise I didn’t know it was someone else, I thought it was you.” 

“sure, jack. except for the fact that she looked nothing like me!” I shouted. 

“i’m sorry,” he whispered. I shook my head before grabbing my bag. 

“well, you’re fine for now. i’m going to go, going to try and find a way to forgive you,” I shrugged. as I turned, jack grabbed my wrist gently and I spun around. his eyes were wide and soft and I melted right then and there. 

“I didn’t mean it, please trust me.” 

(end flashback)

now here I was, waking up at 3:30 in the morning to banging on my front door. 

I looked through the peephole and saw that it was just jack. when I opened it, he fell inside with a grunt. 

“what the hell are you doing?” I hissed, helping him up off the floor. when I bent down, I noticed he had tears running down his face, the smell of alcohol thick on his breath. 

“jack, what’s wrong?” I asked. he looked up into my eyes and let out a sob, shaking his head. 

“baby, what’s wrong? you’re scaring me.” 

he stood up and stumbled through my apartment, finding the couch and falling into a heap on it. 

“i’m sorry,” he cried. I walked into the room, but didn’t sit next to him- my heart telling me to keep my distance. 

“how much did you drink tonight?” 

he shrugged. 

“I don’t know. a lot.” 

“jack, you told me you wouldn’t go overboard,” I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“I know, I know. i’m sorry, I just… I don’t-I can’t- I don’t know what happened,” he slurred. 

I sighed and shifted my feet. 

“well, let’s just go to bed, we can talk about it in the morning-”

“no! wait! I have to tell you something,” he called out to me. I turned back around and looked at him. 

“this can’t wait until-” 

“I kissed someone,” he blurted, his head falling in his hands. 

“you… what?” I whispered, my heart sinking. 

“I kissed someone at the party, thinking it was you. and I took her upstairs and we got undressed and I finally realized it wasn’t you and I came straight here. i’m so angry with myself, (Y/N), i’m so sorry,” he cried, sobs filling the empty noise in my house. 

I had no words. my heart iced over and I couldn’t feel anything. I was completely numb.

“(Y/N)-”

“stop,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut as tears slipped out of them. 

“i’m sorry. I wish you understood how hard this is for me,” he said. my eyes shot open and anger took over. 

“how hard this is for you? are you serious right now, jack? you think this is hard on you? you were with another girl, jack! you were… you were touching her while I was here sleeping! how could you do that?” I cried out. 

“I don’t know, i’m sorry, i’m sorry you have to believe me!”

“well I don’t,” I snapped. “you ruined everything, jack. you ruined everything we had.” 

“(Y/N), please. I thought it was you, you have to trust me!” 

“stop!” I screamed. “stop asking me to trust you when I am still coughing up water from the last time you let me drown! did you want to hurt me?”

he stood up and stumbled over to me, falling to his knees as his arms wrapped around my waist. 

“I never ever wanted to hurt you,” he cried. tears began to fall quicker down my face. “you mean so much to me, (Y/N), you are everything to me. I love you so much, I would never even dream of hurting you.” 

“so then why did you?” I whimpered, the pain finally hitting me and taking over. I couldn’t believe he had looked at, kissed, touched someone in a way that was only meant for me. 

he wrapped his arms around me tighter and a sob shook us both. 

“i’m sorry, please forgive me. I made a terrible mistake, but you have to understand that it was just a mistake. I would never do that to you on purpose, I love you so much.” 

“I do too, I do too,” I whispered, pulling away from him. “but that doesn’t mean you didn’t hurt me, jack. that doesn’t make what you did go away.” 

he looked up at me and I saw his red eyes and his rosy cheeks and I remembered. he was drunk when he came over here, he’s still drunk now. chances are, he wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning. his world will be the same, whereas mine will be completely turned around. i’m going to have to learn to live without him.

“it’s different now, jack,” I whispered, my voice not strong enough to speak any louder. 

“please,” he begged. 

I shook my head, wiping the tears from my face. 

“look,” I said, voice shaking. “you’re still drunk, so this means nothing to you anyways. you can stay here tonight, but-” 

“wait, wait, wait. what do you mean this doesn’t mean anything to me? i’m on my knees, begging for your forgiveness. (Y/N), i’m sorry, please believe me. I love you,” he cried. 

I looked into his eyes and how soft they were. I knew everything he was telling me- his intention really wasn’t to hurt me. but like I had said, that doesn’t change the fact that he did/ 

I wiped my tears away again and walked back to the doorway thinking, it’s not enough. love isn’t always enough. 

“you did what you did, jack. the damage is done,” I sighed, my shoulders slumping as pain settled deeper into my heart. “I want you gone before I wake up.”

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Heartbreak Girl - Jack Avery

A/N:  Requested from the prompt list, #43 “Hey, you’re safe now, its over” and #94 “I’m gonna take good care of you” I kinda put my own little twist on it so please don’t hate me!

Summary: You got out of a messy relationship 3 months ago and your best friend Jack comforts you (your ex’s name is Michael btw)

Warning: Cursing

“I can’t fucking stand him!” You shrieked, slamming the front door of the WDW house behind you.

all the boys were sitting on the couch, playing some video game, Jack rushed towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders, scanning your face before speaking. “you need to calm down” you pushed him away from you and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Don’t tell me what to do Jack!” you sneered, staring into his brown eyes. He mimicked your body language.

“You barged into my house Y/N” he retaliated, your eyes softened and you dropped your hands.

“I’m sorry it’s just,” you let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through your hair “It’s Just Michael, H-He’s with someone else” your voice broke as you blinked the tears out of your eyes.

Jack looked behind him to see the boys looking our way, their heads snapping back towards the tv as you two acknowledged them “let’s go upstairs” Jack whispered, you nodded.

he placed his hand on the small of your back and led you up towards his room, but you were all too familiar. A wash of guilt hit you as you realized what you were doing, it had been 3 months since you had broken up with Michael, and you’ve had one of these breakdowns at least twice a week since.

as Jack closed the door behind you, the tears fell and you felt your knees go weak. Jack let out a grunt as he caught you, letting both of your bodies fall to the floor. 

You sobbed into Jack’s chest, his arm running up and down your back trying to comfort you, “W- What’s w-wrong with m-me Jac-k?”

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong with you Y/N”

“I’m s-such a fucking m-mess” you sniffled.

“Hey, you’re safe now, it’s over” he breathed, you gripped onto his shirt and continued to cry, “I'm gonna take good care of you”

his shirt was soon soaked with tears, your sobs the only thing filling the room until he began humming.

“You call me up,

It’s like a broken record.” 

your cries soon fell silent, listening to a song you were all to familiar with.

“Saying that your heart hurts,

that you’ll never get over him getting over you”

your tears soon dried, you were now calm as Jack rocked you back and forth.

“I dedicate this song to you,

the one who never sees the truth”

your breathing synced with his, you looked up at him.

“That I can take away your hurt,

Heartbreak girl”

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this is the cutest thing ever

that feels good ~ short jack avery imagine

you waltzed into the small bedroom that you shared with jack in the hotel that you were staying at with the why don’t we boys in london. you opened your mouth to begin a sentence but cut yourself off when you saw the beautiful, curly haired boy sleeping peacefully on top of the sheets of the bed. 

he always did this thing, and you never knew why, where he refused to get under the sheets on the bed until you were there with him. this meant that even on tour he would never once sleep under the sheets, he would only layer on mountains of clothes to keep him warm. 

you smiled slightly at the sight in front of you, taking it in for a moment before joining him on the bed. he was lying on his stomach which his arms folded underneath his head, his hair flopping every which way. his glasses were also on the bed right next to him, telling you that he was wearing them just before he had fallen asleep. he was only in white clavins and no shirt, and lemme tell you it was definitely a sight to see.

you slowly kneeled on the bed, easing into a lying down position in an attempt to make the littlest movement possible as to not wake the sleepy head right next to you. when he had no reaction to you climbing onto the bed, you took that as he was still sound asleep. 

his head was turned towards the wall so you couldn’t admire his beautiful features, but you did take in the perfection that is his hair. it is always flopped so perfectly, and you would never understand how. 

after a few minutes of nothing, you reached your arm outwards and lightly began to draw mindless shapes on his bare back. you drew circles, rectangles, triangles, all with your fingernails, and after a few minutes you trailed your hand up to the base of his neck, still allowing your fingertips to graze his skin. you brought your fingers up through his hair and he shrunk his head down into his shoulders and you took note of the goosebumps rising on his skin. he was awake. 

“sorry, love. i didn’t mean to wake you,” you mumbled, still swirling your fingertips on his back. he just hummed in response and you took that as an ‘it’s okay.’ 

you continued to draw random things, but soon enough found yourself drawing out what you saw for your future with jack. your kids, your house, your pets, everything you had ever wanted you were tracing into his skin. 

“that feels good, baby,” he mumbled as he flipped his head over to face you, his eyes just barely open. you flashed him a slight smile before sneaking under the covers, and he did so as well now that you were there. he engulfed you in his warmth and you practically melted into his chest. 

“can you keep doing that, please?” he whispered, causing you to chuckle but you obliged. 

“of course,” you replied, beginning to run your nails up and down the back of his neck and through his hair. 

before you knew it, the only sound that could be heard was the soft snores coming from your boyfriend, the ones that he refused to making, but you loved them. 

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A Lot | Zach Herron

just a short imagine that came to me when i tried (key word) to sleep earlier (:

“Dang,” I sigh as I drop the controller in my lap.

I just lost to Jack on the Xbox game that we bought for tour for what seems like the thousandth time in a row.

Jack chuckles lightly and after confirming that I want to play again, goes to the settings to set up the next round.

As he’s occupied, I glance around the room.

Daniel is strumming a soft tune on his guitar, Jonah is leaning against one of the two beds in the room on his phone, and Corbyn is nowhere in sight- probably in our other hotel room talking to Christina.

My eyes land on (y/n)’s figure.

She is one of the most talented people I’ve ever met. Stage lights, sound boards, mics, tech, and pretty much anything else that has to do with the Why Don’t We shows, are things that she knows how to operate and run.

She’s become very close with the boys and I as the tour days has passed, and we all really enjoy her company by now. Especially me.

There’s just something about her.

When she came in from the other room about thirty minutes ago, just showered and smiling and freaking beautiful as always, I had a hard time not staring.

Now, I don’t have to look away.

She’s asleep on the bed at the far end of the room. Her hair, still slightly wet, has fallen over her face in an untidy yet perfect fashion. Eyes are closed. Breathing gently.

How can she look like that?

I don’t know, but I do know that I care for her. A lot.

I turn back to the screen to find that it’s already ready to go. Jack is staring at me on my right.

I meet his eyes, feeling my cheeks heat up a little.

“And you say you’re not in love with her,” he says before pressing start, the corner of his mouth pulling into a small, knowing smile.

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Early in the Morning | Jack Avery

Everyone in the Why Don’t We house was asleep. Well, almost everyone.

The boys who were constantly on the run with meetings, recording, interviews, traveling, and writing new content together were always exhausted. Going to bed as soon as night fell was the result of that busy schedule.

Their photographer, on the other hand, was a different story because she hated sleeping.

(y/n) knew that disliking the very act that was necessary for her body to function properly was stupid, but that didn’t keep her from feeling that way.

She had always been night-wired; her best work during school and dabbling in the area of writing always came out in the early hours of the morning.

That’s why when the clock hit two, (y/n) decided that she couldn’t sleep; her mind was too preoccupied with too many things. She rolled off of her mattress on the first floor of the house and immediately changed into her swimsuit.

There were many activities that (y/n) absolutely loved doing in the early hours of the morning, but swimming was one of her favorites.

There was just something about slipping outside into the dark, still world and moving about quietly in the calm water while thinking about everything and nothing under the sky illuminated by L.A.’s city lights.

She slid out the door that led to the backyard a few moments later without a sound and was swimming in the cool water right away.

It was night time, but (y/n) didn’t feel that strange sense of loneliness that usually comes with the solitude of the night. Rather, she felt peace.

While she began to swim laps down the length of the pool, Jack stirred awake inside.

He sat up in bed after several minutes of trying to fall back asleep, figuring he just needed to go to the bathroom and get some water before crashing again.

After leaving his and Daniel’s room quietly and using the restroom, he made his way down to the kitchen to grab a water bottle from the fridge. Well, that was his intention of going downstairs.

When he passed through the living room, however, his eyes landed on the doorway to the space where (y/n) slept, and without thinking about what he was doing, he was walking towards her room instead.

At first, he was surprised to discover that she wasn’t in her room, let alone her bed, but then thought about it for about three seconds and wasn’t surprised at all.

He knew the girl that he had developed feelings for better than he cared to admit and knew she was up somewhere being productive.

Jack turned on his heel, allowing his eyes to gaze across the backyard. That’s when he spotted (y/n) in the pool.

A grin crawled onto his face without his right mind as he watched her move from end to end of the pool in her normal swimming routine.

In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to join her.

This may be one of your last chances….

Once that thought ran through his head, he was rushing to his room and changing without another second of hesitancy.

(y/n) slowed during one of the laps she was in the middle of when she spotted a figure - whom she quickly recognized to be Jack - reaching the side of the pool. She began to tread water as the curly-haired boy settled down on the cement, just dropping his legs in.

He met her eyes and smiled gently.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” she replied, the smallest of smiles making it’s way onto her own face.

“Mind if I join you?”

(y/n) rolled her eyes in his direction playfully; they had always had a very comfortable relationship with one another and the polite pleasantries were extremely unnecessary at this point.

He grinned at her before getting in and swimming over to her in a weird doggy-paddle motion that made (y/n) laugh.

“You dork,” she scoffed, splashing water in his direction to cease his advance towards her. “I’m surprised you’re up.”

“I would say the same about you, but I’m actually not at all.”

Neither were aware of how much time passed.

They talked about random things like  missing home, what the future tours held for the boys, what they wanted to accomplish, and other topics that they hadn’t really explored before.

“Let’s race,” Jack said suddenly, after what must have been two hours of laughing, talking, and teasing.

(y/n) studied his face to see if he was joking and soon realized that he wasn’t, despite her obvious conditioning in the water.

“Alright,” she said, “down the length of the pool?”

“How about down and back?”

She agreed with a nod.

Jack yelled, “Go!” momentarily forgetting what time is was, and they were off.

When (y/n) flipped over at the end of the pool to turn around and head back, Jack was at least three strokes behind her.

She rushed to the other end, determined to win, but Jack, who had pushed with all of his might to reach her right before the finish, grabbed onto one of her arms mid-stroke and pulled her back.

In a mess of protests and laughter, she was pulled into Jack’s chest. She struggled against his grip, but to no avail; he had won.

She stopped struggling when his back hit the end of the pool, and only then did she really realize how close they were to each other.

She looked into his eyes and he looked right back into hers.

“I win,” he whispered.

They stared at each other like there was literally no one else in the world.

But then, something flashed in his eyes.

His face fell. And he let go of her.

In one swift motion, she was once again alone in the water. He had turned around so his elbows were propped up on the cement that lined the edge of the pool.

She stared at his back for a second, replaying the actions of the last event in her mind, before copying his position slowly.

What did I do wrong? was running through her head. She didn’t want to ask, but desired to understand.

“Why did you pull away?” she said, so quietly, he barely heard her.

Jack let out a silent sigh and mentally cursed himself for his actions.

Now she thinks you rejected her.

“Zach loves you, you know,” he mumbled.

(y/n) heard him but didn’t utter a word for a good amount of time, completely dumbfounded.

Her thoughts landed on the boy who was a year younger than her. They had always been close - very close - but she had never looked at him as more than friends. Before this morning, she was positive he viewed her in the same way.

“What?” she stammered incredulously.

“Zach likes you. A lot,” Jack repeated in a slightly louder voice.

“What… how do you know?”

“Well, one, he told me. Two, do you see the way he looks at you? Or how he literally goes out of his way to do anything for you? He’ll stare right at you when you’re talking. He’ll make sure you always have everything you need. But you know what sucks most of all? You do all of that right back to him.”

“Yes, I do it all back! He’s my best friend and I care about him! And why do you even freaking care? What does this have to do with you letting me go just a second ago?!”

“I freaking care because I want to be him! I let you go because of him!” Jack yelled.

That shut (y/n) up.

She stared at the boy whose chest was heaving with frustration. He was beautiful, as always, but there was something about him standing there in the moonlight that made her heart beat faster than usual.

“And I’m stuck in the middle of it all,” he said, voice breaking and desperate. “Stuck between watching you two fall in love with each other and all this crap, but… he’s my best friend and I care about you. So much. So I step back. I have to.”

(y/n)’s throat swelled with emotion as she watched Jack sort through his own feelings.

“(y/n)… he loves you… and I know you love him too.”

His tone made her heart break, but after several seconds of silence, the smallest of smiles made it’s way onto her face.

“I don’t love him, you idiot,” she whispered.

Jack’s face contorted with confusion. The smile on (y/n)’s features only grew.

“I love you.”

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I Don’t Know - Part 2

“I love you.” You blurted out, not being able to hold it in you any longer.

You sat in silence, Corbyn having trouble finding what to say to your sudden outburst.

“Say something, please.” You whimpered, feeling your heart break more every minute he kept quiet.

“What do you want me to say!” You could hear the frustration behind his voice.

“Tell me you love me too!” You cried out, sitting up on your bed.

“You do love me, don’t you?” You sat on your bed for a few minutes, waiting to hear his response.

“I don’t know.”

Months later and you still haven’t heard a word from Corbyn.

You tried calling him the next day, not remembering anything that happened the night before, but he never answered.

It was like he was avoiding you, ignoring your calls and text messages, not being home whenever you tried to visit, and somehow never being around the other boys when you were talking with them.

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I Don’t Know- Corbyn Besson

You sat alone in your room, thinking about the last couple of days. You stared at the darkness, wondering how everything you and Corbyn had worked so hard to keep, despite being told by everyone that it would never work, came crumbling down in a matter of seconds. 

Tears streamed down your face as you remembered the fight you two had, the fight that ruined your relationship. 

“Why were we so stupid?” You cried out, throwing your pillow across the room. “Why was I so stupid?”

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Words I Didn’t Say - Zach Herron

 A/N: Hello friends! if you haven’t read my Daniel imagine, you can read it here, anyways I’m going to be making a fanfic for each of the WDW boys based a song on the Invitation EP. other than that, please send in requests here and I hope you enjoy (BTW, THIS IS BY FAR MY FAVORITE SONG FROM THE EP, IT GIVES ME CHILLS, MAKES ME WANT TO CRY, AND MAKES ME WANT TO SLOWDANCE ALL AT ONCE AND IM HERE FOR IT.)

Summary: You and Zach have been dating for about a year and a half now, and it has been a dream, but these past few months you've felt invisible and you cant take it anymore

warning: just a little bit of cursing but a whole lotta heartbreak so beware

You couldn’t believe he forgot again, ‘what was going to be his excuse this time?’ you thought to yourself.

there you stood in front of the fancy restaurant that Zach had been gushing to you about being ‘the most romantic place ever’, you had spent an hour perfecting your makeup, your hair was curled into ringlets, you even bought a new dress for this occasion but Zach had just forgotten. You tugged at the bottom of your dress, the frustration rushing to your face turning your cheeks pink.

you looked down at your phone ‘7:17pm′.

”6pm my ass” you muttered, turning your back to the restaurant and heading towards your car. As you got into the vehicle, you let your anger out on the steering wheel, striking it multiple times until you saw a pool of tears forming on it, you froze.

you didn’t realize you were crying, you were numb. From an outsider’s point of view, you were definitely overreacting, but you knew that this had to stop.

you began speeding towards the WDW house, adrenaline pumping.

all the ditching dates. 

“I’m sorry, can I have 5 more minutes? I’m still waiting for someone” you apologized to your waitress, she rolled her eyes and walked back towards the kitchen.

Both of you knew that Zach wasn’t going to show up, but you still had a glimmer of hope left in you.

30 minutes had gone by before your phone buzzed, you knew what it was before looking at it but you looked anyway.

Zach<3

gonna have to take a raincheck, sorry babe.

And with a glimpse, your hope was gone. You groaned in frustration, picking up your things before leaving the restaurant.

all the ‘sorry babe maybe later’.

you had spent all day waiting for Zach to arrive home from the writing session they had today. you had prepared Zach’s favorite meal and couldn’t wait to see your boyfriend again.

The front door opened and you jumped up from your seat, running into  Zach’s arms. His warmth radiating onto your body.

“Hey baby, I made your favor-” he cut you off by walking past you and grabbing his phone charger from the plug next to the couch.

“Sorry Y/N, The boys are waiting in the car, we’re going to get dinner. I’ll see you later though” he walked past you again, placing a kiss on your forehead before walking out the door once again. Leaving you with an unfinished sentence and a pot of cold spaghetti.

all of it needed to stop, or else your relationship would.

your parking was half-hazard but you didn't care, you were fuming. You slid your key in the lock and twisted it, pushing the door open to reveal your boyfriend, no shirt on, sweatpants hung low on his hips and his hair in knots, as he played video games with Jonah, your heart broke just a crack more. 

your anger had calmed as you saw him, he made you happy, but it seemed as if the feeling wasn’t mutual “Zach” you choked, your words being caught in your throat as you held back everything you wanted to say to him.

“hold on babe, I’m about to win” he hummed, the determination on his face was prominent.

“Zach!” you spoke again, he needed to know you were serious.

he let out a sigh and paused the game, standing up and walking over towards you.

“Hey, baby, where we goin-” he stopped as his eyes landed on your face, the smile disappearing. “Shit, what time is it?” he swore, you shook your head and looked down at your feet.

he took a step forward, placing his hand on your chin, “Y/N-” he began but you cut him off and pushed him away.

your chin was left with a tingling sensation, you longed for his touch but you knew you couldn’t give in.

“Zach whats going on?” you looked up at him, he gave you a questioning look but before he could speak you continued. “our entire relationship has been like a dream, but lately I just feel… invisible. I understand that your work isn’t easy and that you need space sometimes, but you have a girlfriend and sometimes it’s like you forget that-” the tears pooled in your eyes but you refused to let them fall.

“what are you trying to say?” he questioned, you let out a frustrated sigh as you nervously fiddled with the bottom of your dress and looked up at the ceiling, the tears wanting to escape.

“what I’m saying is that I just spent an hour and a half waiting outside of a restaurant waiting for you, and every day I wonder, what am I doing wrong? what am I doing for this relationship to fall all of the sudden, but now know that it isn’t me. And Zachary Herron you know I love you with all my heart but I just don’t think I can go through with this anymore.” that was it, the tears fell, and you saw that Zach had shed some of his own. your words hit him like bullets but he had given you the loaded gun.

“Y/N, I - you don’t have to leave, we can work this out” he mumbled, reaching for your hand but you pulled it away, you wanted desperately to stay but you couldn’t.

“I can’t stay” you shook your head, not being able to maintain eye contact with the boy you loved so dearly. you turned to leave but he spun you around to look at him, your hand resting in his.

“Y/N please” he whispered, pulling you closer to him, “you know I would never try to make you feel that way. I’ve just been so stressed, but you know that I love you, just stay, please, I’ll do things differently but please don’t leave.” his voice cracked, the lump in his throat was audible, you nodded.

“I know Zach, but I can’t stay, you need to rest, and I need to think about this. The relationship we have right now isn’t healthy, we both know that.” you pulled your hand away and turned towards the door, not daring to look back before you close it behind you.

you rushed to your car, getting in and slamming the door. you were finally able to let it all out. that was the hardest thing you had ever done and who knows where life was going to take you next.

Zach’s P.O.V

the door closed behind her, her scent still lingering. I turned to see that Jonah was gone and the room was empty. I felt a sudden rush of anger erupt from the pit of my stomach, and my face heats up. I let out a sharp groan, striking the couch as if it would bring her back, but there was nothing I could do. She had walked away, because of the words I didn’t say. 

PART2?

PART 2 PLEASEEEE

“I don’t know the words”

AUJJSGDFK

“Sing it out bro!”

Something More- Jonah Marais

A/N: Hey guys this one was requested from the prompt list (which you can find here and send me requests from there) and I was instantly inspired so I hope y’all enjoy

Summary: you and Jonah have been a ‘thing’ for a while now, but you were frustrated that he wouldn’t take the leap and call you his girlfriend so you try to move on.

“YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN AN AMAZING CROWD! THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT!” You heard Daniel yell into his mic, pulling you out of your deep thought, the last concert of their tour was officially over.

5 familiar faces came rushing towards you as you stood on the side of the stage, grins on their faces and heavy breaths coming from each of them.

“You guys were amazing!” you half smiled, pushing the thought to the back of your head. Your guilty conscience eating away at you.

“Thanks, Y/N” Jack, Zach, Corbyn, and Daniel said simultaneously

You couldn’t help but think about Jonah, you were head over heels for him, but he never decided to make it official. You two were practically a couple. Kissing, hugging, cuddling, just all behind closed doors. It had been 3 months of this but you could never get over the thought of something more.

Jonah slung his arm around you, “thanks, babe” he whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead. you could see the sweat beading off of his face, but he still looked perfect.

You shook your head and shrugged his arm off of your shoulder, walking faster to catch up with Jack, not looking back at him.

Once you reached their dressing room, you sat on the couch, pulling your phone out of your pocket and scrolling mindlessly through Instagram. Jonah sat right next to you, his hand rested on your knee. Your body tensed, guilt rushing through your body. You stood up and walked over towards the back of the room leaning on the wall, he let out an audible sigh and stood up following you, planting himself right in front of you.

You didn’t dare to look up at the boy towering over you. You kept your eyes glued to your phone but you knew there was no way of getting out of this.

“What’s up Y/N?” He asked, his voice low sending chills up your spine. You shrugged and shook your head, not looking up from your phone.

He grabbed your phone from your hands, placing it in his pocket, and gently grabbed onto your face, forcing you to look at him. “What’s wrong?” He asked again.

“It’s nothing, we’re nothing, I’m fine.” You spoke, grabbing his hands and removing them from your face, your voice breaking through your words.

“W-what?” His hand reached for yours but you slipped away, making your way towards the door.

“I said I’m fine, there’s nothing wrong, we’re all just 6 friends doing friendly things!” You spoke slightly harsher than normal, his eyes softened and his eyebrows furrowed.

The room became silent, all the boys looking at you and Jonah. You rushed to the door and slammed it behind you, walking down the hallway trying to figure out how the hell to get out of this Arena.

just as you were about to turn the corner, you felt a firm grasp on your wrist, pulling you around to see Jonah with a look of confusion and sorrow.

“Y/N, seriously, what is going on?” he pleaded, his eyes burning holes into your face, you gulped. this was it, you couldn’t hide it anymore. you grabbed his hand and sat down in some nearby chairs, he tried to read the expression on your face but nothing could make him believe what was to come.

“Jonah, I need to tell you something…” you trailed off, your eyes already becoming glossy. he nodded for you to keep going, so you did.

“what has been going on between us has been fun, you know that the boys are like brothers to me and you… you’re - but I was never really sure if there was ever going to be an us so I-” you held your breath, not knowing how to word your sentence properly, but there was no properly, every time you looked into his eyes, you just wanted to take it all back and start over, but you couldn’t because this is real life and there are no do-overs. you started again, “So, I’ve been going on dates with this guy-” he cut you off, his hand falling from yours as he stood up.

“you’ve been wha-?” you couldn’t tell what he was feeling, whether it was anger, sadness, regret or something in between. you knew that it hurt to see him like that “since when? With who? Why?” he blurted questions, you just shook your head, looking down at your feet.

“I met him at the mall, I’ve been seeing him for about a week now.” your voice was timid as you spoke.

“And you thought I’d be okay with that? you’ve been cheating on me for a week now-” your eyes widened as you cut him off, standing up to face him but he still towered over you.

“hold on,” your voice was quiet yet firm, seeing as there were other people in the building. “we may have had a romance, but we were never actually dating. you go out with girls all the time, ‘oh see you later Y/N, I’m going out with Sabrina (Random name) don’t wait up!’ So what? yours allowed to go out and screw any girl you want whenever you want, while I stay at home and wait for you, but once I go out on a date, it’s cheating?”

“Sabrina’s just a friend! I would never do that to you! you know that Y/N!” his voice grew louder, but neither of you cared.

your eyes softened at his comment but you continued to test his volume. “Jonah, you know that you’re the only guy I see, but when the only guy you see, is looking at other girls, you try to look at other guys.” his eyebrows furrowed but you continued. “I guess I just wanted something more than just hugs and kisses in private, I want to be taken out on dates, go out for lunch, watch movies, go mini-golfing, I don’t fucking know, all I know is that I want to do those things with you, Jonah!”

“so you don’t have feelings for this mall guy?” he questioned, his voice slightly louder than yours, neither of you knew why you were shouting, but you still continued.

“Of course not!” you hollered. he grew a small smile on his face.

“I want to take you all those places Y/N” he yelled, his beaming grin peeking through.

“GOOD!” you shouted, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

“THEN WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?” he countered, placing a hand on his hip, you rolled your eyes playfully.

“THE PROBLEM IS THAT IM NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!”

“Y/N WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND SO I CAN TAKE YOU MINI-GOLFING, AND TO OVERLY PRICED RESTAURANTS?”

“yea sure!” your voice returned to normal before you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, Jonah let out a laugh before taking a step towards you, pressing his lips onto yours. his arms snaked around your waist, letting you bury your face into his chest, he began humming into your ears, calming you down from the episode you two just had.

“I want to go Mini-golfing” you heard from behind you, you looked back to see Corbyn, Daniel, Jack and Zach peeking out of their dressing room.

“Cool! Jonah’s gonna pay for us to go mini-golfing!” Jack cheered, you rolled your eyes as you let out a laugh.

“LAST ONE TO THE VAN HAS TO PAY FOR MINI-GOLFING” you shouted, racing past the 5 boys.

“HEY, NOT FAIR!” you heard before footsteps began following you. 

my eyes are sweating

do you like pranks? ~ jonah marais

a/n: requested by @jonahmaraisgirl this took me so long im so sorry im a flop

you were walking towards the curb just a few feet in front of you to catch a taxi for a ride home. so far, your day had been pretty shitty, and you wanted nothing more than to just go home and cry. at work today, two of your colleagues along with your boss yelled at you for something that wasn’t even your fault, and on your way home from work, your car’s radiator blew, meaning it was currently in the shop which was the reason you were catching a taxi in the first place. 

“hey, uh, i’m really sorry and i know this is super weird considering i don’t even know your name but do you like pranks?” you heard a male voice ask, making you stop walking and look up to see who was asking you the random question. you titled your head up to look at the boy who looked about your age, but was maybe six inches taller. 

“y-yeah, i guess so,” you stuttered, being too captivated by his beauty to talk without your words getting caught in your mouth. 

“first i should ask if you have anywhere to be right now because i don’t wanna hold you back for anything,” he told you, smiling down at you and blushing a bit for a reason that you didn’t know. you looked over to the street right next to you and saw that there were no taxis nearby, meaning that you had some time to spare. 

“yeah, i was gonna get a taxi home but i’m not in a rush,” you explained to him. 

“great!” he smiled before quickly putting his hand on your shoulder that was closest to the street and pushing you away from it a little bit, taking you by surprise.

“i, uh, sorry. there was just a car coming and it was going fast and just, yeah,” he giggled, causing your heart to flutter for a reason that you could not quite figure out. “do you wanna maybe go stand over there so we aren’t so close to the street?” he asked to which you nodded. as the two of you were walking away from the street, he began to explain his plan. 

“okay, so first off, my name is jonah.”

“y/n,” you replied. 

“that’s really pretty,” he complimented you, sounding a bit dazed. you only smiled and shifted your gaze to your feet, hiding your blush.

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