Y/N’s POV

“Jaaaack, stop tickling me,” I giggled. Jack wouldn’t stop and just kept going at it. “Jack! That tickles!”
“That’s the point,” Jack laughed. He wouldn’t stop and I just kept kicking him. I kicked a little too hard and he stopped completely with a hurt look on his face.
“Oh no, are you okay?”
He didn’t look at me just walked away. What the hell? I thought. He usually wasn’t all that upset when I sometimes hurt him. Which was a lot since he tickled me constantly.
“Jack, what’s wrong?” He still didn’t answer me, just sat there quietly on the couch. I poked him and he looked up at me, sort of glaring. I couldn’t help but laugh. I’ve never seen Jack get mad before, so him looking angry made me laugh. I immediately regretted it afterward when I saw that he was serious. “Are you okay?”
He didn’t answer again, just stood up and walked out of the room. He’s been acting really weird lately. He had been really short with me in the past couple of days. I didn’t understand what was going on through that boy’s head. I looked in his liquor cabinet and there wasn’t very much in there. Just yesterday it was well stocked.
“Jack?” I called. He didn’t really answer me. He just looked up from where he was sitting and glanced back down. “Jack, what’s wrong?” If he’d been drinking, that usually means that things aren’t going well for him. Especially that much alcohol.
He still didn’t answer me, and I was getting worried. He just looked at me. His brown eyes were filled with what was a mixture of sadness, worry, and loneliness. He looked back down.
“Jack?” I poked his side. He looked angry again, and stared back at me. I put my hand down. “Why are you so mad at me?!”
“I’m not.” Those were his first words that he said to me. They were quiet and soft and didn’t convince me. He looked down.
“I don’t believe you,” I whispered to him. He looked back up at me again.
”I swear I’m not mad,” he said quietly. “Other stuff has been going on, and I’m sort of freaking out.”
“Why have you been acting so weird towards me?”
“I’m not.”
“Yeah, you have. You’ve been snapping at me lately.” I looked up at him and he wasn’t looking back. I stared at him until it was uncomfortable. When he wouldn’t acknowledge me, I walked out of the room. He followed me into the living room, and I spun around angrily. “What is it, Jack? I don’t fucking understand, you get mad at me for responding when you tickle me. You don’t even look at me when I talk to you. Your liquor cabinet is practically empty, and we all know that doesn’t happen. Why’re you so mad at me? What did I even do to make you so angry?”
“It’s not you, Y/N,” he said quietly.
“Then what is it. And I swear if you say ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ I will straight up punch you in the face.”
“But that’s just it. It’s not you at all. It’s completely my fault. So much shit is going on with the band, I haven’t seen Zack in weeks, who the hell knows where he’s been. I don’t know what exactly we’re doing. No one will tell me anything. To make matters worse, there you go over there with your cute little face and your body, and it drives me crazy.”
“You think I’m cute?” I blushed a bit.
“Hell fucking yes, I’m pretty fucking sure I’m in love with you.” He stopped short, and my eyes went wide. “Oh shit. I did not just say that.”
“You love me?” was all I could say.
“No.”
“You just said you did.”
“I lied.” He ran off to his room, and closed the door. What the actual fuck? He just was telling me the things that were on his mind and he “accidentally” blurts out that he loves me? If he didn’t why would he even say that? I decided I’d have to ask him, so I went up to his room.

Jack’s POV

Holy fucking shit, I did not just proclaim my love for Y/N. That did not happen. Especially in that way! That’s so fucking unromantic. I ran up to my room before I could embarrass myself anymore. I laid on my bed and texted Alex. By the time he actually answered, Y/N was knocking on my door.
“Jack?” she called. “Jack, are you okay? Can I come in?”
“No,” I called back. I was in no state to talk to her now. Her beauty might push me to say some more things I’ve kept secret.
“Please?” I couldn’t not see her. And I felt terrible for throwing that at her unexpectedly.
“I guess.” I gave in.
She opened the door and and had a sort of deer in headlights look on her face. “Jack?” she said quietly, timidly. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I whispered. I flopped down on my bed, I didn’t really want to look at her in the face and have my heart beat out of my chest. Especially with her so close with that serious look on her face.
“You don’t seem fine to me.” She sat down next to me. “Want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“That’s okay, you don’t really have to. I’m just wondering why you lied to me in the first place, like what caused it to slip out.”
“That’s just it, Y/N, it wasn’t a lie. I lied about that. I actually am in love with you.”
The way she looked down at me, a mixture of something like fright and wonder, sent shivers down my spine. Her mouth curved into a light smile. Her lips, perfectly kissable, were agonizing me. I ached to have her. “What?” she whispered.
“I’m in love with you. I have been. For a while.”
“Why haven’t you told me?”
“I couldn’t. I wanted to see you as friends because we were good at it. I don’t really know how to be like that with someone, why do you think I haven’t been able to keep a relationship? I haven’t wanted one, Y/N. I only wanted to be with you.”
“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. “I haven’t ever thought of you in that way before.”
“Really? Not even once?”
“Well, I have, but not too long because I knew there’d be no way you’d be interested in a girl like me, so I just threw the idea away. It was so much easier being friends now, isn’t it?”
“Think about it, Y/N. We hang out all the time. I cuddle up to you by the couch. You always try to sit next to me whenever we’re at Alex’s or something. It hasn’t happened yet because we haven’t made it happen. It has all this potential.”
“But Jack, we’ve never even kissed.”
“I can change that.” I sat up and smiled at her. She still looked slightly confused, and I kissed her lips. I’ve waited for this for so long, I remained there for a while. She was shocked for the first part of it, but eased into it. “There,” I pulled away from her. “Now we have.”
She exhaled for the first time since I kissed her and lightly touched where my lips had been. “So, if I was your girlfriend, we’d do that all the time?”
I nodded.
She blushed and hid behind her hair.
“Y/N?” She looked up at me, still slightly hiding. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
She smiled wide and threw her arms around me to hug me. “Of course I will, Jack. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Notes

AN This one sounds really cute. I’m excited. My favorite kinds to write. Ones with lots of dialogue >:D Jesus, I’m sorry guys. It’s been so long, but I said I’d finish it so I will. I don’t know why I put this off for so long. Anyway, so by suggestion of one certain anon, I have been challenged to the task of making fake text messages. So now with each Imagine, you don’t only get a fantastic picture/gif of Jack fucking Barakat, you also get a text message sample. Believe me, I’m as excited as you are. So congrats to you guys for being rad as hell and coming up with stellar ideas. Anyways the gif is Jack being adorable, and shrugging his damn fine shoulders pretending like he doesn’t know what he just said. And the conversation is between him and Alex right after Jack just blurted it out. Enjoy my lovelies.

Added edit to all time low fanfiction dot com -

There is no way that I can figure out how to upload pictures that I have saved to here, apparently you need a URL, so I'm sorry, but the text messages are not going to be posted here. If you want to I can type out a version of the messages. It's up to you though, comment what you feel. If you say yes, it will appear in the beginning of the story.