Jack Maynard Imagine - No other man.
There was a little something in Jack you always found amusing. Maybe it was the looks he gave you when he thought you weren’t looking, or the protective arm he put around you when there were too many people in the club, so you wouldn’t get pushed aside. He had always been more than a brother to you, more than a friend. But now, as you pulled your hair up in a messy ponytail, adjusting your rather tight cocktail dress after doing so, you weren’t so sure.
You had known Jack for two years now, and your friendship had been always on the public eye. Your fans went crazy when you collaborated in a video, or when you posted a selfie with each another. Jeez, even your own mum went crazy. However, not a single move had been made in 730 days, and you weren’t willing to let the single life hit you. The truth was, you had never had a boyfriend before, and you were terrified. Jack knew about this, so did Josh and Conor, and it was the reason they were all so protective when it came to guys approaching you, specially Josh.
Your childhood hadn’t been easy. You grew up in a fairly messed up home, where your dad used to come back home late and drunk, or so your mum told you many years later. He’d hit your mum, then scream at her for hours. You were nearly 3 years old, so luckily you didn’t remember much of it now. The only lucid memory you had was your dad pushing you down harshly until you loudly hit the floor, before he exited off and never saw him ever again.
You mum met a new guy two years later, a man who loved both her and you, as if you were his own child. That man was Michael, your mum’s actual boyfriend who you proudly called Pap: he had taught your mum that love was still possible. As in for you, it hadn’t been the case.
All your life you had feared boys, scared that they’d turn into your father sooner or later. You had curved them as if paper balls were being thrown at you. Then you met Jack, someone who was sensible enough to listen to all your problems without judging, and a little too hot as well. And warm, and cozy. But seeing the amount of girls he had brought home for the past two years, you didn’t think his affection for you trespassed the friendship line. And you were okay with it, really, as long as you could find someone you could get as comfortable with.
“Hi, Y/N” the man in front of you stood up and planted a polite kiss on your cheek. His name was Dave. You had met him through Tinder, on your very first attempt to actually make an effort to meet new guys. He had seemed quite normal, or so you had thought “You look wonderful tonight” he smirked.
“Thanks, you too” you didn’t really know how to behave. Your only boy friends were the guys from the Buttercream Squad, as they called themselves, and you certainly weren’t going to behave around Dave the way you behaved around them. Under any circumstances, at least not on the first date.
You talked for a while as you calmed down. Your phone was on your lap, so you could take a look at it every now and then. You knew it was rude, but the guy who was texting you every five minutes would’ve broken out in a nervous crisis if you hadn’t answered his texts.
‘How’s he like? Is he good looking? Good manners? Smells good? Touches you in any way I should know of? I’m literally 10 minutes away, I can go and kill him in 15’
You mentally rolled your eyes at Jack. He had been concerned about you going on this date, so had Josh. He knew about your past, and he wanted nothing more than for you to be alright.
“I kinda have a feeling, like you should not go on that date” he had told you a few hours before, when you were hanging out at his place.
You rolled your eyes again as you picked up the popcorn bowl from the table “I don’t care what you think, Jack” you said, grabbing a handful “I’m going and that’s it. If I don’t feel comfortable I’ll just leave”
“Yeah, okay, but what if that guy is a creep?” Jack took your bowl and put it aside so you would pay attention to him.
You gave him a death glare as you pointed at your popcorn “You have no legal rights to take that away from me” you half joked. You weren’t in the mood for fights over your love life, when you had never even mentioned him the silly amount of girls he had brought home.
“Y/N, I’m serious” he said, and the look on his face didn’t tell otherwise “I’m literally ten minutes away from where you’re going”
“No you’re not”
“Yes, I am” he insisted, even though you both knew it was at least 20 “If I run” he clarified, and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes and smile at his comment. He was so cute when he wanted “Just text me and I’ll be there, ready to break some jaws”
But there you were, feeling more comfortable than you thought you could ever feel with a total stranger. You had both finished your meals when you realized a little less than two hours had passed, and you already knew so much about Dave: his brother who was living in Australia, his two dogs, his degree as a state lawyer, his zodiac sign. You found yourself full of hope again, and happy.
As you exited the restaurant, he held your hand, and you stiffened for a moment. However, when you saw the smile on his face, warm and sincere, you relaxed “Let’s go have some drinks” he said, and you frowned, as you realized the nearest club was at least half an hour away.
“Where to?” You asked.
“My place will do?” He asked, although you knew it was one of those questions you made out of politeness, but in fact you had already decided. A very small part of you that was feeling dangerously brave that night wanted to go, but your common sense told you to back off. But your feet kept walking and following him.
He lived a few minutes away, on a 2-bedroom-apartment he didn’t share with anyone. As he closed the door, you felt trapped. You looked around and tried to relax, breathing in and out as your mother had taught you. He motioned for you to sit on the sofa, and he soon followed you with two wine glasses and a wine bottle.
He started talking again, and you nodded as the sound of his voice became more and more distant. All you could think about was how long it would take Jack to get there, if he ran.
It was almost 11 pm when you decided it was time to call it a night. You didn’t really needed to get up early the next morning, but your stiffness hadn’t calmed down as much as you had wanted, and you felt like you had had enough.
“I think it’s time I go home” you said, carefully standing up so you wouldn’t flash him anything you wouldn’t want to. He followed suit “It’s been a lovely night, Dave”
He smiled, and leaned in to give you a kiss, but you turned your head as his lips pressed your cheek “Thanks” you quickly said before grabbing your purse and heading for the exit. Your body was finally feeling relaxed again when you felt a strong hand on your arm.
You turned around to see Dave with a smirk on his face “Hey, it’s fairly late, isn’t it? Why don’t you stay the night?” He asked, and suddenly the sand castle you had created around his persona got destroyed by the waves. Another castle, once more.
“No” you said, firmly, but he didn’t let go of you.
“Come on, I know you want to” he insisted “Don’t play hard to get, love, I don’t really like games”
You made a quick move to release your arm from his grip, as you other hand reached the doorknob. How could you have been so stupid? A boy, actually not using you for sex? Where? When? How? “Don’t ever contact me again or I’ll call the police” you almost shouted, and before looking at his face again, you shut the door and ran out of the building.
Once outside, you didn’t stop running. You were keen to find out whether it took 10 minutes to get to Jack’s or not.
After knocking at the door, you mentally slapped yourself for thinking someone would be up that late. Then, you remembered it was Jack, Josh and Conor. A few seconds later, Jack opened the door, surprised to see you on his doorway.
“Hey, sweet cheeks, what are you doing here?” He asked you, his eyes revealing that he had been in bed already, and probably sleeping. You felt a bit bad.
“Can I come in?” You asked, not caring anymore if your dress was too short for the public eye as you helped yourself inside. You just wanted a shoulder to cry on.
Jack closed the door before slowly turning at you “If that bastard laid a hand on you, I swear to god” he spoke.
“He didn’t” you quickly said. The last thing you wanted was for Jack to get angry and punch another hole on the wall “Because I got up and left. He wanted me to spend the night with him”
Jack let out a loud sigh, and leaned on the counter as his hand ran across his hair. He was shirtless, which gave you the opportunity to stare at his bare chest for a few moments and realize that he’d been working out. Why, and since when? He stayed in silence for a few seconds, then sighed again and walked towards you, his arms open wide to give you a hug.
You melted into his chest like you always did, wrapping your arms around his torso “That’s my girl” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. You closed your eyes as he ran a hand through your already oh-so-tight dress, but you couldn’t care less. Jack was the only man who could touch you like that, only because you trusted him with all your soul. You feared you’d never find someone like him, and it was destroying you inside.
“Jack?” you mumbled, looking up at his face. He was looking down at you, sweetness in his eyes once more. You loved the sweet side of him he rarely portrayed on his videos, or even in real life. But if you were observant, you could see he was in fact a ball of cotton who just wanted a little love, but was afraid to ask.
“Yes, little one” he always called you that, even though you were just a little less than a year younger than him. He said it was because you were much shorter than him, and you always teased him back about how short he was himself. ‘There are other things on my body that are long enough’ he joked, and you always rolled your eyes.
But then it hit you that you actually needed to tell him something “I…” you started, not sure of what to say next “I really don’t want a boyfriend like, ever” you stated, and you actually felt like that was your destiny. Were all the men pigs? Fine, no men for you.
He chuckled, making you smile at the sight of his smiling face. He still had his nose piercing on, which was a major turn on “Don’t say that” he said “Not everyone’s the same. You’re just not…so lucky”
“I’ve been lucky with you” you said before you could stop yourself. He grinned again, looking away from you this time.
He didn’t say anything for a while, holding you in the darkness of the living room. You wondered if Josh and Conor were in their bedrooms, but to be fair they were probably out. Then, he finally spoke, and it left you shook “I’m no good for you, Y/N” he said in a really low voice, still not looking at you.
Your heart skipped a beat “Why do you think that?” You asked innocently.
Pause “I’m afraid I’d hurt you” he said in the same voice again “And you deserve someone who can take care of you, because you’re amazing and I…”
“Jack” you interrupted him, lifting your fingers to his face so you could turn his head to make him look at you. His eyes were sad “You’re literally the only guy I’m 100% comfortable with” you spoke truthfully “I don’t know why, but you make me feel good, happy, confident” he licked his lips, and your legs weakened “Do you really believe I can find someone who’ll take better care of me, than you do?” You asked him, looking directly at his eyes. Now your hand was stroking his cheek, making him lean against it.
Eventually he shook his head “I don’t want to hurt you” he whispered, then kissed your hand, so tiny compared to his face.
“You’re only hurting me if you behave like this, Jack” you said.
He closed his eyes, leaning against your touch. You would’ve given all the gold in the world to know what was going through his mind, or to know why he thought he wasn’t good for you, when in fact he was the one. He opened his eyes again, and straight up looked directly at yours.
“All this time I’ve been sleeping around with random girls so I could get the idea of you out of my head” he confessed as your heart did that thing again “I thought it would work, but when the morning came, to say that I felt horrible would be an understatement. You’ve been my friend for two years now, and I’ve never met a girl who I’d laugh so much with, or have so many things in common, or whom I’d let borrow my tee shirts because I thought she looked adorable in them” You couldn’t help but smile.
“I was scared because I knew your background, and I knew mine. I knew that I would never, ever, physically hurt you. But emotionally, let’s say I’m not the best. Believe it or not, I’ve talked to Conor about this, and I felt bad when you told me you were going out with that guy today. He knows about it. Because, even though I know you deserve better, I also know that there will not be a guy who could treat you better than I do, or love you as much as I do”
Goosebumps were all over your skin as you found yourself leaning in, your arms tightly around his neck. His lips were soft, warm, and cozy, just like his arms. He was moving them so slowly, yet so sensually, you thought you were going insane. And you found out, as your legs wrapped against his waist, that you might as well be crazy.
With your lips still locked, his tongue working its way into your mouth, you felt the softness of his mattress behind your back. You tensed. He broke the kiss and looked at your eyes “Tonight, I’m gonna cuddle the fuck out of you” he whispered, making you chuckle out loud. He laughed as well, lying himself next to you.
“You’re such an idiot” you smiled, kissing him again “And by the way, what you said was truly beautiful. Thanks, Jack”
“Hey, I didn’t say anything I didn’t feel” he said, putting a hand up as if he were swearing.
“But really, I don’t think you don’t deserve me” you said.
His hand went through his hair again “I love you, Y/N, okay? And I’m gonna try to make you the happiest woman on earth. I don’t know how, but I will”
You smiled, wrapping your legs around his “You already do”
Your lips locked into a passionate kiss again, his hands never leaving your back, yours never leaving his hair “I’ll take care of you, alright?” He whispered, bringing your foreheads together “Even if it’s the last thing I do”