Explanations // Jack Maynard
Word Count- 1181
Summary- Jack hates you and you don’t know why
Seven months ago
Your parents weren’t very happy about you moving out of the country.
“Y/n, sweetheart, you need your parents in your life. You’re only 22. We can’t help you if you leave the country,” your father, Y/f/n said rubbing his eyes. You three had been arguing for the better half of two hours.
“I’ll be fine! This is an amazing opportunity!” you exclaimed.
“Do you really want to be a reporter for the rest of your life?” your mother, your biggest idle questioned.
“Yes! I’ve wanted to do this since I was a kid. You both know this.” You sighed, your older sister had become a surgeon and your parents kept pestering for you to follow in her footsteps. You stood up, “I’m not Y/s/n/! Okay? This is what I want to do, and neither of you can stop me!” You began walking to the door, keys in hand. That is until you heard your mom say the one thing that made you rethink everything.
“Y/n if you walk out that door, don’t contact us again.”
You let out a long, slow breath, lifted your head, and walked out the front door.
Now you were happier than ever. You had moved in with your friend Mikey Pearce who you meet through an interview. You too clicked instantly, but platonically. Through Mikey you met the buttercream boys. They soon became your second family… well first.
However, there was one boy that just never liked you. Out of all seven of the boys, the cutest one absolutely hated you. Jack freaking Maynard.
So here you were filming a video with Mikey, Jack and Josh.
“Right, so hello guys,” said your roommate. “Today I’m here with 3 guests. Y/n, Jack, and Josh. I thought it’d be fun to play Roommate vs. Roommate.”
“We’re so gonna win this,” Josh said to Jack.
“Yeah right! I know Mikey better than any of you!” you playfully shouted at Josh.
While Josh laughed, Jack had a different response, “Oh just shut up. For once, please!” he barked.
“Mate…” Mikey said slowly, “Is that necessary?”
“She’s so bloody annoying!”
You lowered her head and began playing your thumbs.
“You agreed to do this! Why are being such a dick?” Mikey asked.
“Whatever, can we just start the video.” Jack said, obviously annoyed.
After Mikey finished explaining the point of the video, Josh asked the first question. All was going good until it was Jacks turn to ask you two a question.
“Okay Mikey, how many boyfriends has y/n had?” he had a smirk on his face.
“3, 2, 1!” Josh yelled.
“Two!” you shouted.
“Two.” Mikey said.
“Yay!!” you screamed hugging your roomie.
“Twenty two years old and you’ve only had 2 boyfriends… that’s pathetic.” Jack muttered, handing the phone to Josh.
You stood up, done with his bullshit. “I have done absolutely nothing to you. I’ve dealt with your rude comments, your dirty looks, you hatred for me; but don’t you dare call me pathetic. I’m not the prick who’s being an asshole for no reason at all!” you screamed, not breaking eye contact with the blonde. You turned on your feet and walked out of the apartment, wanting your bed more than anything. Mikey didn’t return home for another few hours, by then you had calmed down enough.
“You alright love?” he asked, sinking into the couch, two beers in his hand.
“Yeah. Just confused honestly.” You replied, grabbing one of the bottles.
“I had no idea why he was being so mean to you. Josh and I had to bring Conor to knock some sense into his thick head.” Mikey laughed, trying to make the conversation less awkward.
You chuckled, “how’d that go?”
“Well, he admitted why he was being such a prick.” He glanced at you, noticing your eyes widen.
“And..?” you suggested him to continue.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Mikey looked at the door. “You can come in now!”
“What? Who are you talking to?” you asked but soon connected the dots as you made eye contact with the blue eyed boy.
Mikey got up and went down the hall, the sound of a door shutting hit your ears a few seconds later.
“Hey,” he said first.
“Hello.” You stared at the rim of your bottle.
“Listen, y/n, I’m really sorry.”
“For?” you looked at him.
He sighed, “For being a complete dick to you. You didn’t deserve it.”
“Why?” you simply said.
“Honestly? I didn’t like the fact that every time you walked in the room, the boys stopped everything to listen to you. They haven’t been the same since you arrived. I miss my friends.”
You began laughing, “I didn’t know you were so full of yourself.”
“No! Not like that,” he began laughing as well, “I… Honestly don’t have a legitimate reason. I guess I’m just having trouble adjusting.”
“I think I can solve that problem.” You looked into his eyes.
“How about this, we all go out tonight, first round on me. I’ll show you I can be one the guys. Help you relax.” You whispered the last part into his ear, running your hand up his thigh.
“I… uh… Like that idea.” He stammered.
“Great! I’ll go get ready. You tell the others. We’ll leave at 10.” You jumped up innocently, Jack visibly tensing at the lack of touch.
Once he left you began getting ready, making sure to shave extra carefully. You had a feeling you might end up in a certain blonde hair, blue eyed boy’s bed tonight.
After the third round of shots, you decided it was time to dance.
“Someone dance with me,” you shouted, running off to the dance floor.
“That’s your sign mate,” Joe laughed, point at your dancing body.
“What?” Jack asked, taking another drink.
“Go dance with her!” they all shouted.
“Yeah okay. I got this,” he gulped down the rest of the drink, searching for you in the crowd.
Once he located you on the dance floor, he knew he was whipped. You were perfect. He needed to be with you. So he walked up, casually dancing next to you.
“Jack!” you giggled, falling onto him. “Do you want to dance?’
“Sure,” he smiled. You turned around, confusing him. You back your ass to him and began swaying back and forth.
He froze. He didn’t know what to do. Normally he’d help guide the girl in front of him, but he felt gross doing that with you.
“Y/n,” he tried to get your attention.
“Yeah?” you asked, leaning you head back.
“I can’t do this,” you stopped dancing.
“What? What’s wrong?” you turned around, searching his eyes for an answer.
“I don’t want this to be purely physically,” he said, holding your hands. “I want to be with you for you, not your body.”
You smiled, “Okay, but my body comes with being with me. So stop being a pussy and dance with me.”
With that said, you and Jack danced for the rest of the night. And not just at club.