Summary: Y/N grew up with Jack and was constantly told that one day they’d fall madly in love, after Jack rescues her from a dangerous situation at the club, they both reconsider the possibility of telling each other how you feel.
Word Count: 2673
Trigger Warnings: Mention of previous sexual harassment, Swearing
Author’s Note: The response to part one was so unbelievably wonderful! thank you guys so much, I hope this part satisfies your cravings! Please send feedback/requests/etc :)
Jack wasn’t entirely sure when he’d started looking at you differently. He’d known you since he was five years old, and you’d always just been this annoying little swot who laughed too much.
He supposed that it had started right after he’d broken up with his high school girlfriend, you were the only one who hadn’t treated him as if he were made of glass but instead just listened to him rant and rave while continuing to get drunk with him. You didn’t pity him or try to give him advice; you’d just listen to him and then tell him that one day it wouldn’t hurt so much.
Then one day he realised that you weren’t really that annoying anymore, and merlin, where had those legs and that arse come from? Gone was the bookish little kid with no shape, you were a full blown woman and had the physique to match it.
Naturally, his first response to this had been to bury it down deep inside of himself and tried to push it away by having as many girls in his bed as he possibly could. He knew that if he tried something and it went arse-up then he’d have all of the boys plus his family to deal with, so he pretended it wasn’t there, literally burying himself into other girls.
Still, he couldn’t help the lingering stares that lasted just that little bit too long; the way his eyes would run up and down the length of your body, the little swoop that his gut did when he saw you laughing or smiling at something in the back of a vlog, and worst of all, the blind rage that coursed through him when he caught anyone else looking at you the way he did.
When he had seen that scum with his grubby mitt’s all over you, he had seen red, he had wanted to rip that dirtbag fucking limb from limb and had been fully prepared to, until he saw you. You looked so scared and so vulnerable, the same way you had when you’d broken your arm when you were seven and he just wanted to get you out of there and take you home, so that was what he did.
After you had finished having your panic attack on the sidewalk, he had scooped you up and gotten you both into the back of the uber to take you home. Exhausted from the events of the night, you had dozed off to the feeling of him running his fingers through your hair gently.
You only woke up when he placed you down on his bed, your fingers curling around his wrist when he went to walk away. His head snapped back to you, and then down to your dainty fingers wrapped around his wrist.
“Please don’t leave,” you pleaded with him softly, your eyes heavy with sleep and exhaustion, “I promise I won’t try and cuddle you or anything, but just stay, please,” you rambled sleepily, making him smile at you gently. Before he could stop himself, he leant down at brushed his lips against your forehead gently, revelling in the small upturn of your mouth.
“I’ll be here for as long as you want,” he whispered into the dark as he slid into the opposite side of the bed. Truthfully, he was hoping that you’d end up rolling over in your sleep and snuggling up to him; he could go back to ignoring his feelings tomorrow, but for now, he could be in his own private bubble with you and enjoy the perks that came with that.
He swore he must’ve been dreaming when he heard the soft, “I love you, Jack,” fall from your lips.
You know how in the movies, you see the leading lady wake up gently and gracefully with birds chirping in the background? Yeah, that definitely wasn’t how you woke up the following morning.
Your hair was tangled in the braid you had put it in the night before and your eyelashes were somewhat stuck together from not washing off your makeup, and instead of your party dress, you were wearing a very large, though admittedly very soft, long sleeved shirt.
Something else wasn’t adding up, your bed most definitely was not this soft; it was often lumpy with springs that stuck out and bounced more than anything. This bed was like a fluffy cloud wrapped in a hug. Suddenly the night before rushed back to you and your eyes snapped open, noting immediately that your cheek was pressed to a very warm and very bare chest.
“I was wondering when you might wake up,” the chest rumbled as you moved your head up to look at Jack Maynard. Groaning, you immediately rolled onto your back, missing the brief look of hurt and longing that passed over his face.
“What time is it?” You asked him with a groan, rubbing your hand over your eyes hurriedly. You had originally planned to sneak out early and hide in your bed for the rest of the weekend, you really didn’t want to outstay your welcome, as much as waking up in his bed had been a dream, you didn’t want to get used to it.
“A little after ten, why? You wanna track down that guy from last night?” He sneered, crossing his arms across his chest tightly. You tried not to swoon as you peeked over at him, his biceps bulging as he scowled at you.
“I had it under control, Jackson, I didn’t need a knight in shining armour,” you scoffed, feeling the anger bubble to the surface as you pushed yourself up to a sitting position in his bed, crossing your own arms across your chest as a scowl of your own spread across your face.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! He had you in a death grip and was two seconds away from dragging you out of there by your hair!” He exclaimed, twisting his torso to face you, his face twisted into a look of disdain.
“I would have handled it, Jack! I’m not one of your fan girls who’s sitting around and waiting for you to rescue me! I learned how to save myself a long time ago!” you hissed at him, throwing the blankets off of your legs and jumping out of the bed.
“I never said you were one of them! Fucking hell, Y/N, why is everything a bloody fiasco with you!” He shouted as he followed you out of the bed, groaning internally as you began collecting your clothes from the night before – this was not how he had planned on this morning going. You were supposed to wake up in his arms, and then he’d offer you breakfast, and then tell you that he loved you too and wanted to be with you properly.
“I don’t even understand why you were there, Jack! Y/C/N made sure that you weren’t going so she could set me up!” You shrieked back at him as you whirled around to face him, realising far too late that you should probably have kept your mouth shut.
“What do you mean she made sure I wasn’t going?” He demanded, taking a step towards you, and then another one when you stepped back further, continuing until your back hit his bedroom wall. “You could have gotten seriously hurt last night, Y/N! And she was nowhere to be found! Conor had to call me because he was scared that scumbag was going to do something to you!” he continued shouting, even though he was centimetres from your face.
You shrunk back as much as you could, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes again. Jack never yelled at you, sometimes the two of you would bicker or snap at each other but he never outright yelled in your face.
“I’m sorry, okay?! I’m sorry you had to come all the way out there and rescue me because I couldn’t fight him off! I’m sorry you had to carry me out of the uber and I’m sorry that you had to wake up to me in your bed instead of some mega hot babe!” You exclaimed, your voice shaking as you tried your hardest not to burst into tears.
Jack’s entire being softened, as though the fight had completely vacated his body, and he brought a hand down to rest on your cheek, frowning when you flinched at the contact, that familiar look of vulnerability on your face breaking his heart.
“You think I’m mad at you because of that? Y/N you scared me half to death! When Conor called me, I thought I wasn’t going to get there in time and you were gonna get hurt, babe,” he spoke softly, a small but serious smile on his face when you melted into his grasp, “I was ready to rip that piece of trash to shreds, but as soon as I got there, you looked so relieved and I just wanted to take you home. I don’t care about having to save you or carry you or wake up next to you, I just needed you to be safe,” he finished, bringing his other hand up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear like he had the night before.
You nodded quickly, blinking back tears as you leant your face into his palm that remained on your jaw. “I’m so sorry Jack,” you whimpered, letting out a shaky breath when you broke eye contact, “I should have known better,” you whispered dejectedly.
Jack let out a soft sigh before pulling you forward and into his chest, one hand stroking the back of your hair gently and the other curled around your hip, holding you against him. You buried your face in his neck, sagging against him as you felt a wave of exhaustion roll over your entire body.
Slowly, you pulled back from his grip, looking up at him carefully and noticing for the first time how pink and perfectly pouted his lips were, as well as how blue his eyes were from this close up, the tiny flecks of grey and green in his iris’ standing out to you.
“Did you mean it? What you said last night?” he whispered to you, his arms wrapped loosely around you as your hands rested on his shoulders, both of you afraid to break the moment. Wait, what on earth had you said last night? You racked your brain trying to figure out what you could have said or done.
“I don’t remember, what did I say?” you asked somewhat frantically, pulling your head back further to look at him properly.
“You uh,” he started, biting his lip and seemingly debating whether to continue, good god what had you done? “You told me you loved me,” he finished, watching you carefully.
Oh, fuck. You don’t know what you were expecting but it sure as hell wasn’t that. Shit.
“I said what?!” you yelped, ripping yourself away from him as you began pacing back and forth in front of him, you had really done in this time. What on earth were you fucking thinking?!
“Oh my god, this is horrible! This is the worst thing I’ve ever done!” You wailed, speaking solely to yourself now, “Now you’re gonna tell me that I’m like the kid sister you’ve never wanted and say we can still hang out but we can’t because it’ll be all weird and then the boys will find out and they’ll be weird around me so I’ll have to stay away so I don’t make them uncomfortable and then your parents will find out and so will mine and my aunt and uncle and oh my god, I’ll never be able to go home again!” You stressed out, wheezing in and out as you began hyperventilating.
“Y/N …” Jack started, but it went over your head as you seemed to pace so quickly that you were almost sprinting in front of him.
“And then when Conor and Y/C/N get married I won’t be able to be maid of honour because everyone will feel awkward! Oh my god, what have I done?!” You screeched, surely having captured Josh and Conor’s attention by now.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Jack groaned, wrapping his hand around your wrist the same way you had done to him the night before and using it to pull you against his chest tightly, he used the other hand to push his fingers through your hair and pulled your mouth to his harshly. All of this happened in a manner of seconds.
Your eyes widened in complete shock and awe, not knowing what to do or how to react. Until it occurred to you that he was kissing you. Jack Maynard was kissing you and you were standing there like a shop mannequin! Who knew when this was going to happen again?
Before he could pull away, you stood up on your tip toes and used his shoulders to pull yourself up to his level. You shivered as you felt his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your back, opening your mouth slightly when he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth. You felt him grinning into the kiss, giggling as he pulled back, pressing chaste pecks to your lips as he mumbled against them.
“I love you,” he murmured against your skin, trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck, “I’ve loved you since you threw water on Conor’s shorts and told everyone he wet himself,” he chuckled, pulling back and looking at your face. You blushed under his strong gaze, looking down and your feet and giggling as he dug his fingers into your sides.
“Is this how you treat all of your overnight guests?” You asked him cheekily, stepping closer to him so you were almost chest to chest. He smirked at you, running his hands from your ribs down your sides and behind your thighs, his smirk deepening when you gasped as he hoisted you up and around his waist, your nails digging into his bare shoulders.
“Oh Sweetheart,” he chuckled darkly, “If you had been an overnight guest, you would not be wearing clothes right now,” He smirked, running his nose down the length of your neck and nuzzling into your collarbone. This was a different side of Jack then you’d ever experienced, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on a bit.
Hooking one of your hands under his chin, you dragged his face up to yours and pressed your mouth against his, letting out a soft moan as he dug his fingers into your inner thighs and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue your mouth. You tangled your fingers in his blonde locks, tugging on them slightly and giggling at the grunt that left his mouth.
Pulling away, you looked down at his flushed face, his lips cherry red and swollen, glistening with saliva as he smirked up at you. “If I forget to say it, I love you too,” you smiled shyly, already feeling a blush creep up from your chest. He grins at your confession, before dropping you on his bed. You squeal as you bounce on his mattress, “You know, you have an extremely comfortable mattress,” you giggle as he crawls up towards you, caging you between his arms and the plush bed.
He chuckles as he leans down to press a kiss against the base of your throat, smirking at your sudden intake of breath as he worked on leaving a mark on your neck, the sight of the bruises that man had left on you last night stirring up something primal deep within him.
Joe x Reader (Including Caspar, Jack, Conor, Josh,Oli and Mickey)
It has been three weeks since Y/N walked away from Joe. Three really long weeks for both of them. Well for them all actually.
The weird thing is that no only did Joe and Y/N suffer because of this but each and every member of their crew. And Y/N knew that. She hated herself for making the boys argue and fight. She hated herself for making these sweet boys sad and disappointed. It tore her apart. She knew that there was only one thing she could do to make things better. She had to go away.
The first person who she visited was Caspar. As she walked up to his door she could hear him talking to someone. “Hey there.” She said when he opened the door. “I’ll call you back.” Caspar said and hang up the phone. Hugging her was so natural and normal thing for them. He’s aware that she is Joe’s ex girlfriend but she was Caspar’s best friend. She was someone who he could talk to no matter what. He knew that would never change. “I missed you.” He said. “I’ve missed you too.” She said and took a seat on the couch. “I need to tell you something.” “Is everything okay?” He asked while sitting down. “I’m leaving. I’m going back home.” “But you are home.” He said holding back the tears. “This is your home. It has been for years. You will work this out. You can’t leave.” He said and hugged her. “I’m not sure about that Cas. But I know that I can’t stay there, not in this town. Not now. You have to understand.” She said hugging him tighter. He just nodded.
The next day she went to Maynard’s house. She knew that Jack, Conor and Josh were there, it was only noon. So they were either sleeping or having breakfast. When she knocked on the door Josh opened it. He had surprise written all over his face yet he greeted her with a smile. “It’s been a while.” he said and hugged her. “I surely has.”
“Y/N!” Conor and Jack said when she walked in the kitchen. “You two need a shower.” She said us she hugged them. “We’re not planning on going out today so that’s not going to happen.” Said Conor and they all laughed. Y/N missed this. She was aware that it has only been few weeks since they all hanged out like this but she truly missed it. “So what brings you here?” Jack asked as they ate. “I came to say goodbye.” She said without looking up. “What for? You going somewhere?” Josh asked as he took a seat next to her. “Actually I am. I’m going home.” “For how long?” Conor asked without that happy note in his voice. For once he didn’t show any emotions. “I don’t know. I just need a break from this town and this life.” She said and Jack hugged her. “We understand.” He said. Even though she knew that they didn’t understand. it was clear, they weren’t that good actors. And how could they understand? How could anyone understand this. She didn’t understand it herself, so why would any of them. “’Ello, ‘ello!” Yelled Mikey when he walked in the apartment. Changing his expression when he saw Y/N. “Hey!!” Yelled Oli when he walked behind him. “Y/N?” He simply looked at his best mate’s ex girlfriend. “Hey guys.” Y/N said. “What are you doing here?” Mikey asked. “She came to say goodbye, she’s leaving London.” Conor said. “Oh.. Have you told Joe?” Oli asked which made her smile. She found it cute that he care about Joe that much. She knew that Joe would be fine with these guys in his life. “I’m going to tell him tonight.” “When are you leaving?” Josh asked. “Tomorrow. I came to say goodbyes so we don’t have to do this at the train station. It’s easier this way.” She said and took a deep breath. “Take care of each other and please don’t fight because of me or anyone else.” She said and left.
It took him few seconds to open the door for her. He stood there in his sweatpants and t-shirt, looking as handsome as ever. Walking into his apartment all kinds of emotions took over her body. Sadness, happiness, jealousy.. “It’s good to see you.” “You too.” she said and took a seat by the kitchen counter. “It’s been a while.” “I’m sorry about that.. I’ve been busy.” Joe said sill not looking at her. “Do you want something to drink?” He asked. “No thanks I won’t stay long.” “Oh.” Was all he manged to say. “I’m leaving tomorrow. “ Hearing these words Joe looked at her. “I came here to say goodbye.” She looked at him. He didn’t make a move. He just looked at her without saying a word. “You don’t have to leave because of me.. of us..” He said and took a sip of drink he was holding in his hands. “You know that’s not true.. this thing.. we’re affecting everyone around us.. I am affecting everyone around me.. and I can’t handle that. I can’t… I won’t be responsible for wrecking your group..” “For fuck sake you’re not responsible for anything! It’s not your fault any of this happened…” “Maybe. But I can’t deal with this.” She said and look his hand. Taking long and deep breath she looked at the eyes he once loved. She saw sadness and hurt in them, and as he looked at her they filled up with tears. “Goodbye Joe.” She said and walked away from the kitchen. Taking a last look at the place she once considered home. Looking at the man she loved for the last time. Even though she never said it she hoped he would tell her to say. She hoped he would tell her that he loves her and that he can’t imagine his life without her. Yet he never did any of those things. He wanted her to stay but he never said it.
Thanks for making me a better man (Joe Sugg Imagine)
“Babe I’m going to record tomorrow’s video” Said Joe while I was cooking dinner. “Okay have fun. Dinner will be in an hour.” “Okay” He said and went upstairs.
It was a while since I saw Joe. Usually it takes him around twenty minutes to film a video and few hours to edit it so I figured that he was editing. I was watching Friends on Netflix when he came downstairs. “I’m starving.” He said as he sat next to me. “It took you a while to film this one.” I said and looked at my boyfriend. “Not really I’ve almost finished editing. I will show it to you when I finish.” He said and kissed my cheek. “Okay. Let’s eat.” “I’m literary starving!” He said and followed me. “You literary ate two hours ago.” I said and he made a face. We watched Friends and laughed while we ate. I love this about our relationship. We could do literary anything as long as we were together we were happy. After we ate I was watching Friends and writing new blog post when Joe call me to our bedroom. “Yeah babe?” “I have finished it, will you watch it?” “Of course.” I said and sat at his desk. I pressed play and the video began. “Hello everyone! Last week I asked you guys what video do you want me to make and someone said that I should talk about my friends. So without further ado let’s start with a video.” He said and looked at the floor. “It’s weird recording this on my own!” He said and laughed. “In last couple of years so many things have happened. Especially this year. This has been really crazy year for me and my friends. And nothing would be possible without you guys! So thank you from the bottom of my heart! I have to start this video with one and only Zoella or Zoe 103.72 jhfghjn, naah we’re to old for that joke. But seriously I can’t express how proud am I of her. She just had her baby boy and she brought up he own clothing line and now she has over 20 million subscribers. That’s a lot! I proud of you Zo! Next one is of course one and only Mr. Oli White! Oli, Oli, Oli,Oli” He sang the last part. “This kid.” He laughed. “He bloody got married! Can you believe it! This kid” He showed Oli in his dinosaur onesie. “Is married to this beautiful model. Congratulation Oli!” He said and smiled. “Jack and Josh. I know them since they made their channels and now they have almost 9 million subscribers! It’s crazy! They have a channel where they film their adventures, they have traveled all around the world. I’m so proud of you two.” He said and showed the montage of they traveling the world. “Next one is Zoella’s husband also know as Alfie Deyes! He’s a dad now! Can you believe it? I can’t! He has grown so much in these past few years I’m proud to call him my sister’s husband!” He said and I laughed. “Conor Maynard. Can you believe that I’m a friend with one of the biggest pop stars in the world? He’s such an inspiration to me. And I can’t wait for his next album to come out!” “Caspar Lee. My brother. Have you seen how big this kid has gotten? I’m almost afraid to be around him! Ha! No, but seriously Casp I’m so proud of you! You have relisted another book! You’re a bloody author now, man! You have always been a huge inspiration to me and I’m so proud of you. Thank you.” He said and smiled. “That’s all guys!” He said and paused for a moment. “Oh I almost forgot.” another pause. “The most important and most inspiring person in my life, of course my amazing girlfriend Y/F/N!” He said and I saw a montage of me throughout the years. “You have your own book! That you actually wrote by yourself! You have grown so much since I have meet you and you amaze me every single day I spend with you! I’m so thankful for knowing you and having you in my life. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you! I love you Y/N so, so much! Thank you for making me a better man!” He said and with that the video ended. I was crying. He always found so many ways to show me how much he cares for me and how much he loves me. Joe doesn’t usually show his feeling so I knew that this was a huge step for him and I bloody loved him for that. “I love you too Joe.” I said and kissed him.