Three days later we were in Hatford.
My cuts have been healing pretty quickly, and with that I meant the scabs I had were becoming everyday harder, so I guess that was a good sign.
As far as I knew, only Jack knew I’d cut myself, although Oriol had already an idea and Stella kept sniffing my arms, probably smelling dry blood. But besides them, nobody else knew, or nobody else was 100% certain about it.
We were staying at a hotel and tomorrow we’d have a day off before heading Mansfield, so you can guess what that meant, right?
Party time!
I had convinced myself that a bit of fun wouldn’t hurt -well, it was Jack who really made me convince myself- so I was quite excited and anxious at the same time.
For the past few days, my body had been also reacting to my shock moments of when Mikel attacked me -which didn’t show up in that moment and came back a few days later- and it was annoying me; I cried and occasionally shuddered for no reason at random times of the day and it was just starting to frustrate me, even though the guys understood it, I felt stupid and embarrassed.
I walked out of the bathroom with my dress and makeup on to find Jack with his phone sitting on our room’s couch, his famous signature jacket on with a plain dark grey t-shirt under it and black skinny jeans. I walked silently to him and wrapped my arms around his neck from behind.
“Hey, baby” he greeted, turning his head and planting a soft kiss on my cheek.
“Hi” I smiled, looking at his phone, “What were you doing?”
“Nothing, just uploading some pictures of my beautiful girlfriend on Twitter” he tried not to smirk.
I giggled and kissed his cheek before unwrapping my arms from his neck and walk around the couch before sitting next him. He wrapped an arm around my back and pulled me closer.
I rested my head on his shoulder and looked at the pictures he took of me when I wasn’t looking; me on Stella, me getting a lecture from Oriol (obviously about Stella), me sleeping, two or three selfies I took of us with his phone, me on his lap when we were watching that Dragon movie, looking like a complete child…
“You’re a bit creepy” I chuckled.
“Do you want me to stop it?” he turned his head to me.
“Nah, I like it when you’re creepy-cute like that” I pecked his lips, “Just don’t over-exaggerate it” I smiled.
“Said and done, my lady” he smiled back. He planted a soft kiss on my lips, “I love it when you don’t wear so much makeup” he whispered as he pulled away.
I chuckled and felt myself blush. He just stared at me with loving eyes and a soft smile on his lips.
“You’re so perfect. You know that, right?” I said as I nuzzled my nose in his neck.
His smile got wider and he kissed my straightened hair.
“You’re beautiful” he said, making me blush harder and bury my face deeper in his neck.
We sat there for a few more minutes until he spoke again.
“We should get going, we have a bar to crash!” he exclaimed, looking down -or trying to- on me.
“Yeah!” I cheered, standing up.
He stood up as I walked to the door and whistled. I turned around and caught him checking me out.
“You look so hot in that outfit” he cooed as he approached me.
“May be I should wear it more?” I asked with a flirtatious smile.
“Yes, please” he pecked my lips and opened the door for me, “Ladies first”

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The walk from the hotel to the bar was short and chill, but as we were entering the bar, my nerves started to kick in.
I shot Jack a quick look and he turned around when I pulled slightly his arm to me.
He probably saw the anxiety building up inside of me and gave me a small smile. He offered me his arm to hold on to, which I gladly took and placed my hand on his arm, and gave me a reassuring look, his eyes not leaving mine while doing so.
I sighed. That was all I needed; a reassuring smile from my boyfriend.
The rest of the ‘party’ went pretty well; Jack and I took some shots, I drank a bit more than usual at parties, but never mind, I had fun.
I was glad nobody mentioned me wearing long sleeves.
The night went fast and I quickly found myself dancing to a slow song, my arms around Jack’s neck and his hands on my waist.
“Jack?” I said in almost a whisper.
“Yeah?” he copied my voice.
“I love you” I reminded him with a soft voice. I felt him smile.
“I love you too” he pulled me closer to him softly, careful not to smash my ribs.

Notes

Short and probably shitty (it's 2:01am in Spain, so that's the best thing you'll get at the moment) so I'll probably edit it tomorrow.
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Title credit: A Daydream Away by All Time Low.