Rich || Jack Maynard
Requests are currently [ OPEN ]
Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]
Word Count: 1.1k+
Summary: This is basically a drabble with little to no plot, but it was fun to write and I quite like it and I hope you guys do too!!xo
Dedicated too: All the people who got bullied for being a little more wealthy: you are still human, you can still be humble, you are still appreciative. Focus on your goals for the future and stick to them lovelies
Ever since you were young and your fathers business began to multiply into a worldwide success, you always had everything you could’ve possibly wanted. Your mother spoiled you, and your father never failed to surprise you with the most expensive and luxurious gifts whenever he returned from a particularly long business trip.
However, your mother always made sure that you remained the humble, well mannered girl you always had been. You knew that her main priority was making sure you didn’t turn into a cliche rich girl who didn’t appreciate anything she had. You never took advantage of any opportunities that presented themselves to you: and as you got older you began to work for your father, who was thrilled to have you join his team.
Even now, he’d still surprise you with presents every now and then, from new cars to handbags to simply a framed photograph of yourself and him. They were all of the same value to you: and if you were honest you always loved when he’s give you something like a photograph, as he’d obviously put love and care into it.
You met Jack when you were nineteen and he was twenty-one. He treated you like a princess from the moment he met you and treated you no differently when he found out how wealthy yourself and your family was. He simply shrugged it off, and grew to become good friends with both your mother and your father - who approved greatly of him.
Jack was your very own Prince Charming. He held your hand wherever you went and carried you up to bed whenever you’d fall asleep on the couch. He woke you up with a thousand kisses every morning and made sure to remind you of how much he loved you multiple times a day. That was when you realised, that money didn’t buy happiness, you just had to be patient and eventually, happiness would find you.
You were a bookworm, and had your own personal library in your apartment - something you’d always dreamed of. And even though you adored your apartment, when you first left home you were worried that you wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure; but you were a responsible adult and were determined to learn how to live without your mother. Eventually, you got the hang of everything, and your apartment became your home. You had photographs hung and music playing constantly, your favourite scented candle always burning. It was a dream.
It was a rainy Tuesday morning, and you were midway through cleaning your grand piano when you received a phone call from Jack, asking if he could bring his friends over to meet you today. You agreed happily, having been excited to meet his well regarded friends for quite a while but always being unable to find the time.
Luckily, you’d already attended a business meeting with your father in Central London that morning, and so you were already dressed and had just enough makeup on to boost your confidence enough to be meeting your boyfriends friends for the first time. You hum along to your music and swing your hips from side to side as you walk around the apartment, straightening everything up and making sure nothing had dust on it. Something you did daily, especially after insisting that you didn’t need a cleaner - you were determined to prove your mother wrong.
When your door clicks open you smile widely and glance over your shoulder, watching as jack led his awestruck friends into your apartment. You walk into his arms, brushing your lips against his and smiling against them, opening your eyes and looking into his deep blue ones lovingly. “Hi.”
He places his hands on you waist and pulls away, pecking your nose quickly. “Hi princess, the boys were all getting impatient and demanded to meet you today. I hope you weren’t too busy.” He frowns in worry, but you shake your head quickly, reassuring him that you didn’t have anything important planned.
“It’s fine, I’ve been wanting to meet these guys for months.” You smile up at him before turning to his friends and moving from person to person, sharing a few words of greeting and hugging them all lightly before smiling at them all and lifting your arms. “Make yourselves at home, you can touch anything you want, just try not to break anything.” You laugh, and they all nod, immediately jogging off in different directions of the room.
Joe headed to the room to your left which had an arrow pointing to it that said ‘Gaming Room’. Josh and Mikey walked over to the built in fish tank and began to point out all of the different breeds. Conor, even though he’d been to your apartment before, walks toward your piano and lifts the lid, reaching down and pulling out the music sheets that he’d sketched when he last visited. Oli heads into the kitchen and brushes his hands across the marble features, somewhat in awe of the beauty. Caspar runs over to the spiral staircase that lead up to your library, and after shooting you a quick look to make sure he could, he runs up them and into the library.
You smile in content ad turn around, winding your arms around Jack’s neck and smiling at him softly as Joe walks out of the gaming round you glance at him over Jack’s shoulder with a grin. He holds up his camera curiously. “Would you mind if I vlogged a little? This place is amazing.”
You shrug and nod, “go ahead. Just try to avoid filming the mess.”
He chuckles and nods in agreement, jogging back into the gaming room as Conor begins to play one of his own songs on the piano making you glance at him over your shoulder and smile gently. You adored listening to Conor play the piano, and seeing as he was the one who taught you to play in the first place, it only seemed fitting that you let him use the piano whenever he wished.
You look up at Jack and brush your noses together with a quiet giggle. “I think your friends like my house.”
He rolls his eyes and kisses you lightly. “They like you too.”
“Good, because I can see myself becoming quite good friends with them all at some point: and besides, Conor already spends the majority of his free time here already, what harm could five other boys do?”
The answer? Well, lets just say, when they left that night, your kitchen was covered head to toe in flour and your gaming room was covered in crumbs and rubbish. As you stare at a patch of egg on your wall, you began to think that maybe taking your mothers advice and hiring a cleaner wouldn’t be such a bad idea.