Manager’s Daughter (PART TWO)- Jack Avery Imagine
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I lied and said this would be short but…
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Time stops for no man, so Jack had to continue the tour while acting like nothing was wrong. He really wasn’t as happy without you. Sure, Jack enjoyed performing, but guilt was eating away at him. Show after show, he found himself wanting to look off into the wings and see that familiar face. It was the worst feeling to know that he pushed a loyal person to the point that they no longer cared. When you were always around, he took you for granted, because he thought you’d always stay. It just took him way too long to figure that out for himself.
Jack hesitantly knocked on the door of his manager’s hotel room and stuffed his shaky hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans. Jack had become visibly stressed at this point. His eyes darted from the floor to the door handle and he bounced on his heels impatiently. “Coming!” your dad called from the other side. Jack took a deep breath and watched the door swing open. Your dad was standing in the doorway, smiling at him. “Hey Jack! What’s up?”
“I- I kind of messed up… By kind of, I mean big time,” Jack stammered. Your dad’s facial expression dropped and he breathed a deep sigh. “You aren’t fighting with one of the boys are you? Is it Zach? Because I told him to stop pulling unnecessary pranks already… especially after he smashed that watermelon in the tour bus…” Jack shook his head and interrupted your father’s humorously incorrect train of thought. “No. No. I’m actually uh-“
Dang it. How do I say this? he thought to himself. How do I say “I totally made your daughter cry and leave tour but I actually think you should let me date her” without sounding insane?
“-um. I am actually talking about y/n… I kind of told everyone, including her as well, that we were just friends and I- uh. I-”
“Lied?” your dad added.
Jack’s eyes widened and his thoughts started racing.
Oh my goodness. He knows.
The response sounded like less of a question and more of a clear-cut answer. “I’m an idiot for thinking y/n wouldn’t have told you already. Oh gosh…” Jack murmured. He ran a hand through his curls and looked down at the old hotel carpet. To his surprise, your dad was laughing at him. He no longer looked so serious, a grin spread across his face.
“Actually no. She didn’t. Y/n told me she was homesick, but she is an awful liar, especially to me. I figured something else was going on…” Jack let out the breath that he had been holding in- silently praising you for not spilling the truth about the ruined first kiss. “You think I can’t sense the tension between you two? The night before she left, when you heard she was packing her things and you ran out to the bus? C’mon Jack. The last time I saw you run that fast was when you were sprinting inside the Jimmy Johns to pick up a sandwich,” he replied. Jack hadn’t noticed until then that his hands were sweating. He wiped them on the sides of his jeans and bit the inside of his cheek. It was a nervous habit Jack couldn’t shake. “So you aren’t… mad? Or?”
Your dad just shrugged. “Honestly? At first, I was pissed. I felt like it was my fault that I let her get so close with the band in the first place. She has spent countless hours at the Why Don’t We house, you spent all your spare time on the last tour together, and when you are apart, I know you stay up late on FaceTime calls. That’s why you get no sleep! I started second guessing myself; I thought maybe the decision to bring her along wasn’t professional… but the truth hit me really hard. She wouldn’t want me to be angry with you. After all, she made up a fake reason as to why she wanted to leave just to protect you. Whatever is going on with you two is quite obviously out of my control,” he explained and put up his hands in surrender.
A wave of relief immediately washed over Jack. He raised a hand to his reddened face in an effort to cool it down. Your dad looked him in the eyes and continued, “I don’t know exactly what you did wrong that caused her to flee like that, and honestly, I don’t want all of the details. I just know that you are a decent kid… Look. As a father, I feel required to mention that if you act like a jerk to my daughter, I’m going to have to kick your butt. Fortunately for you, I don’t have enough time to kick your butt this time around. You have an off day tomorrow, and I believe you owe someone a visit.”
6:00 AM. California Time.
Your eyes slowly opened when you heard your phone vibrate and rattle the contents of your bedside table. The notification from an incoming text caused your screen to illuminate the bedroom.
Last time I saw you was complicated. Maybe I should be clear this time. It sucks not having you here.
You reached out to grab your phone, but your hand just hovered over the screen.
What if he’s just messing with my head again? Maybe I shouldn’t text back. Maybe I shouldn’t get attached to him again.
Muscle memory took over and you opened the phone- reading the text three times over to make sure you understood it correctly.
You began texting back:
I miss you. Nope don’t send that. Delete.
I miss tour. Still no. Delete.
Okay. Yeah. Send.
That’s all you could think to say this early in the morning to the boy that broke your heart. “Okay.”
His typing bubble taunted you for a few seconds before his reply popped up.
Okay? That’s all I get for flying back to L.A. on my day off?
Just one glance at the text was all it took for you to drop the phone directly on your own face. Once you had a second to process the shock, you scrambled to pick up your phone again and jump out of bed. Your thumbs frantically typed back as you sped to the bathroom.
You did not. What are you talking about?
He shot back another response.
It’s quite dark outside still. So, I’d like it if you came an answered your door.
You stared at your reflection in the mirror; your hair fell in a natural mess around your head, and you only had on a baggy t-shirt and shorts. Trying to look somewhat presentable, you splashed water in your face and attempted to wipe off your tired expression. In an effort to not wake the other family members in your house, you crept downstairs and shuffled to the front door. Jack’s sleepy eyes met you on the other side. Even though he had warned you of his presence, you still gasped at the sight in front of you. You placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder and proceeded to back him up so that you were standing further away from your house.
“What are you doing here?” you whispered screamed. “It is six in the morning and you are going to wake my siblings or my mom. They don’t know you are here. Are you supposed to be here? How did you even get here on such short notice? Do you have a show tonight or-” Jack raised a finger to his lips. “Shh. It’s okay. Calm down. The band has an off day today. Your dad knows I’m here.”
“My dad knows you are here?!” you hissed frantically. Jack signaled again for you to lower your voice. “Hey. Shh. I’ll explain. Your dad knows everything. Well… I don’t think he knows about that night that- that you know…” You jumped in to finish the sentence for him. “-that we kissed.” Jack nodded his head slowly. “Yes. That we kissed. But he knows how I feel. He knows how you feel. He’s the one that let me come out here in the first place.”
You shook your head in disbelief. “How does he know everything? I didn’t say a word about us.” You groaned and jabbed your pointer finger in his direction. “I fibbed my ass off back there just to make sure he wouldn’t suspect any wrongdoing on your part. I actually tried to save your reputation.” Jack just continued to nod his head in affirmation. “I know. I know you did. But I talked to your dad yesterday. I went to go fess up. I went to go apologize for being a jerk to his daughter. To be honest, I completely expected to get an awful reaction and get shunned, but turns out your dad is way more attentive than we thought.”
You opened your mouth to object, but nothing came out. Although your dad didn’t always know about you and Jack’s mutual, unspoken wish to be more than friends, he knew how tight knit you had become with the band. For all the hours you guys spent together to suddenly come to an end? For you to abandon your love for traveling and live music without warning? Your dad would have to be stupid not to realize something was seriously wrong.
Jack could visualize the gears turning in your head, so he tried to keep explaining. “Y/n. As much as we’ve tried to keep us a secret, we never were. Yeah, we kept our true feelings hidden from your dad for a while, but the boys saw through our act. It has always been painfully obvious how much we care about each other, so it was stupid of me to ever try denying it. And I can’t promise you that everyone will approve of this… I can’t promise the fans will like us together either… Honestly I’m scared as hell to want you, but I caught the first red eye available and here I am wanting you anyway,” he insisted, still speaking in a hushed tone.
You know you really care about someone when you can’t hate them for breaking your heart. That’s exactly how you felt about Jack. As much as he had hurt you over the past few weeks, you just wanted to be with him again. Jack stepped closer to you and intertwined both of your hands in his. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to be my girlfriend, because we both know that’s not true.”
You rolled your eyes at him, even though Jack was obviously correct. “Maybe you’re right… but I still think you’re crazy for flying across the country just to tell me that.” As the space between your bodies narrowed, you glanced over your shoulder and through the windows. The paranoia still lingered from that night. “Jack… someone could be watching again.” He pressed his lips to the side of your forehead and whispered, “Who cares? You aren’t my little secret anymore.” You turned back towards him and locked eyes once again, laughing softly. “It’s about time.”
Jack’s lips connected with yours, and this time, without reservation.