Jack Barakat Imagines
Five Years Later
Your POV
You know that feeling when you’re at a restaurant, and you’re really hungry, and you see your server walking over to you with a plate of food that looks like yours, but it’s just someone near your table? And you get sad because, damn you’re really hungry, and you just got your hopes up for nothing. That’s what it’s like when you break up with someone you thought you’d be with forever, only ten times as worse.
I thought that Jack and I were going to last. I was waiting for the right moment to tell him the exciting news. We’d been dating for so long, I thought for sure he’d ask me to marry him by now. But Jack isn’t that kind of guy. Jack does things at his own pace. And His own pace to marriage was slower than a turtle.
Meanwhile, as I was waiting for the right time to tell him, I was messing around in his guitar room. Jack had a lot of guitars, and I thought it’d be okay if I played with one. I took it off the rack, and I started to tune it, but it somehow slipped out of my lap and the neck snapped off. Did I mention I was high off the ground?
Jack is going to be so fucking furious with me. Honestly this is harder than telling him I’m pregnant. I looked around frantically for what I could do to cover it up? Should I cover it up? I mean he plays with so many, it’d be okay if one of them broke right?
“Y/N?” I heard him call. Fuck he was home. I said nothing, and tried to keep my feet as quiet as possible. I hid the guitar under the desk that he used to write riffs down, and went to greet him.
“Hey babe,” I tried to smile, kissing him quickly on the lips. “How was your day?”
“Y/N what’s wrong? You look constipated.”
I let out a stifled laugh, and shook my head. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”
“You have that look on your face that you’re lying to me. Something’s up. Were you just in my guitar room?”
“No,” I responded quickly. Almost too quickly.
“Cut the shit, yeah you were, the door’s open.” He walked in there before I could stop him, and saw the guitar laying face down with it’s split neck lying pathetically. I groaned. He’s gonna yell at me. “Fuck,” he whispered as he bent down to pick it up. Not the best hiding place. “Y/N, what the fuck did you do?”
“I was playing it, and then it slipped from my hands, landing in a way so that it broke. I was high off the ground.”
“This is my favorite guitar! Do you know how fucking expensive this was?”
“No..” I mumbled, looking at my feet.
“Neither do I! My dad gave that to me when I was five! Goddammit Y/N!”
I flinched at his yelling, and tried my best not to cry. I couldn’t cry. “It’s just a guitar, you can get a new one right?”
“No I fucking can’t! They stopped making these a long time ago! Fuck, Y/N. What the fucking hell.”
“I’ll make it up to you-”
“No,” he interrupted. You’ve done enough damage. You need to leave. I can’t believe you did this fucking shit to me.”
“Jack, I didn’t do it on purpose!”
“I don’t fucking care! That guitar meant a lot to me, and it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than an I’m sorry to make up for this. Get out. Now.”
“Are you fucking kicking me out? Over a fucking guitar? You do know that I’m pregnant right? With your fucking child?”
“Does it look like I give a shit? Get out of my face!” HE pushed past me with such force and slammed the door to our - well his - room. If he doesn’t want me, fine. He’s not seeing this baby. Why the fuck would he blame me for an accident. I packed up my things angrily and went to stay at my friend’s for a bit. He doesn’t need me, fine. I don’t need him.
Jack’s POV
*5 years later*
The very next morning, I regretted everything I said to Y/N, but when I woke up, she was gone. All of her was. There was no trace of her left in my apartment. I didn’t stop looking her since that day. I’d walk in a restaurant, and look for her hair to be bouncing around. I’d go into a store, and immediately check all the places she would have been. I hadn’t found her. Not at all.
We were playing a homegrown show and we were in the middle of our some, Weightless, when I looked out in the crowd, while jamming on my guitar. The one I got to replace that Y/N broke. In the midst of my rage, I’d forgotten that the internet exists. This was just like my old one, except it played better. I used it at every show since, hoping it’d bring me enough luck to spot Y/N.
I grinned as I watched our fans jumping around to our song, but something caught my eye in the front row. Why would a little girl, around the age of four, be at the front of our concert? Those fans can get really crazy at the front. I was genuinely concerned for the kid’s well being until I saw her mother. Y/N. Y/N was here. I couldn’t fucking believe it.
I was in such shock that I stopped playing altogether. Alex looked at me in confusion and stopped singing, and sooner or later, Zack and Rian quit too, noticing that something had happened. I didn’t have the energy to explain anything. I just took off my guitar and set it down on the stage floor. I walked right to the edge of the stage, and jumped down. The security guards immediately ran to me. trying to protect me from the swarms of fans. No one seemed to notice or hurt Y/N and her kid though.
I walked directly to her, starstruck. I couldn’t believe she was actually here. I used that guitar at every performance to show her that I’ve forgiven her. Had she got the message? Is that my daughter?
“Jack,” Y/N breathed. She gave me her breathtaking smile that I couldn’t stop picturing for five years straight.
“Y/N,” I mumbled. My eyes were wide, and the entire crowd was silent. Alex, Zack, and Rian were just staring at us, watching what was going on.
“Milly!” the little girl shouted, probably saying her name. I directed my gaze down to her, and she had long flowing thick black hair, like mine. She had her mother’s eyes though. She was damn cute.
“Y/N, take these,” I hand her two backstage passes. “Meet me after the show, okay? Don’t forget. I’ve got to play the rest of this, but I’ll speak to you afterward, okay?”
Milly cheered, and Y/N smiled and said a small thank you. With the help of the security guards, I got back to the stage. Alex just stared at me. “Alright,” he said in the microphone. “Now that Jack is done being fucking weird, let’s continue the show!” We played into the night, and all I could think about was Y/N. I watched her while I played. The entire time.
When the show was over, we went back stage to cool off. “Jack, what the fuck was that?” Alex asked, chugging a bottle of water.
“That was Y/N, and she was holding my daughter.”
“What? No fucking way, really?” I nodded in response, eagerly waiting for Y/N to show up so I could talk to her.
She came up behind me, and Alex walked away, giving us some space. “So this is Milly?” I asked curiously. Milly hid behind her mom’s leg, and watched me cautiously.
“Yeah, meet your daughter, Jack.” I kneeled down to her height and smiled warmly at her. She returned my smile, and took a brave step out. “Milly,” Y/N cooed. “This is Jack. Say hi to Jack?”
“Hi Jack,” she waved, and I couldn’t help but giggle at her response. She was beyond cute, and I wanted more than anything to be a father to this girl.
“Y/N, can we talk alone?” She nodded, and Milly ran off to go to Alex, apparently he was her favorite out of all of us. “Look, I’m really sorry at how I reacted all those years ago, and I’ve been trying my best to find you, but I couldn’t. I looked for you everywhere I went. I tried everything. I’m so sorry, babe.”
“Jack, it really hurt when you told me to leave. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have played with your guitar like that.”
“That’s not even the problem anymore, I just missed you so much. In my rage, I forgot about the internet. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just want to make everything better. I want to be a father to that little girl. I still love you. I’ve always loved you. I haven’t stopped.”
“I love you too, Jack,” Y/N smiled, and leaned in to kiss me. I kissed right back and held her in my arms for as long as I wanted to. I never wanted to let go.
“Ew, mommy!” Milly shouted, interrupting us. “Don’t touch him, he’s a boy, he has cooties!”
“I have a feeling they’re going to be doing that a lot, Milly,” Alex told her, right behind her. I smiled at this. This was what I wanted. I wanted to be with Y/N, and I wanted to raise Milly. I was so glad we could give this another shot. It’s all that I ever wanted those five years away. It was all I thought about. And now, it’s what I get, and I couldn’t be happier.
You know that feeling when you’re at a restaurant, and you’re really hungry, and you see your server walking over to you with a plate of food that looks like yours, but it’s just someone near your table? And you get sad because, damn you’re really hungry, and you just got your hopes up for nothing. That’s what it’s like when you break up with someone you thought you’d be with forever, only ten times as worse.
I thought that Jack and I were going to last. I was waiting for the right moment to tell him the exciting news. We’d been dating for so long, I thought for sure he’d ask me to marry him by now. But Jack isn’t that kind of guy. Jack does things at his own pace. And His own pace to marriage was slower than a turtle.
Meanwhile, as I was waiting for the right time to tell him, I was messing around in his guitar room. Jack had a lot of guitars, and I thought it’d be okay if I played with one. I took it off the rack, and I started to tune it, but it somehow slipped out of my lap and the neck snapped off. Did I mention I was high off the ground?
Jack is going to be so fucking furious with me. Honestly this is harder than telling him I’m pregnant. I looked around frantically for what I could do to cover it up? Should I cover it up? I mean he plays with so many, it’d be okay if one of them broke right?
“Y/N?” I heard him call. Fuck he was home. I said nothing, and tried to keep my feet as quiet as possible. I hid the guitar under the desk that he used to write riffs down, and went to greet him.
“Hey babe,” I tried to smile, kissing him quickly on the lips. “How was your day?”
“Y/N what’s wrong? You look constipated.”
I let out a stifled laugh, and shook my head. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”
“You have that look on your face that you’re lying to me. Something’s up. Were you just in my guitar room?”
“No,” I responded quickly. Almost too quickly.
“Cut the shit, yeah you were, the door’s open.” He walked in there before I could stop him, and saw the guitar laying face down with it’s split neck lying pathetically. I groaned. He’s gonna yell at me. “Fuck,” he whispered as he bent down to pick it up. Not the best hiding place. “Y/N, what the fuck did you do?”
“I was playing it, and then it slipped from my hands, landing in a way so that it broke. I was high off the ground.”
“This is my favorite guitar! Do you know how fucking expensive this was?”
“No..” I mumbled, looking at my feet.
“Neither do I! My dad gave that to me when I was five! Goddammit Y/N!”
I flinched at his yelling, and tried my best not to cry. I couldn’t cry. “It’s just a guitar, you can get a new one right?”
“No I fucking can’t! They stopped making these a long time ago! Fuck, Y/N. What the fucking hell.”
“I’ll make it up to you-”
“No,” he interrupted. You’ve done enough damage. You need to leave. I can’t believe you did this fucking shit to me.”
“Jack, I didn’t do it on purpose!”
“I don’t fucking care! That guitar meant a lot to me, and it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than an I’m sorry to make up for this. Get out. Now.”
“Are you fucking kicking me out? Over a fucking guitar? You do know that I’m pregnant right? With your fucking child?”
“Does it look like I give a shit? Get out of my face!” HE pushed past me with such force and slammed the door to our - well his - room. If he doesn’t want me, fine. He’s not seeing this baby. Why the fuck would he blame me for an accident. I packed up my things angrily and went to stay at my friend’s for a bit. He doesn’t need me, fine. I don’t need him.
Jack’s POV
*5 years later*
The very next morning, I regretted everything I said to Y/N, but when I woke up, she was gone. All of her was. There was no trace of her left in my apartment. I didn’t stop looking her since that day. I’d walk in a restaurant, and look for her hair to be bouncing around. I’d go into a store, and immediately check all the places she would have been. I hadn’t found her. Not at all.
We were playing a homegrown show and we were in the middle of our some, Weightless, when I looked out in the crowd, while jamming on my guitar. The one I got to replace that Y/N broke. In the midst of my rage, I’d forgotten that the internet exists. This was just like my old one, except it played better. I used it at every show since, hoping it’d bring me enough luck to spot Y/N.
I grinned as I watched our fans jumping around to our song, but something caught my eye in the front row. Why would a little girl, around the age of four, be at the front of our concert? Those fans can get really crazy at the front. I was genuinely concerned for the kid’s well being until I saw her mother. Y/N. Y/N was here. I couldn’t fucking believe it.
I was in such shock that I stopped playing altogether. Alex looked at me in confusion and stopped singing, and sooner or later, Zack and Rian quit too, noticing that something had happened. I didn’t have the energy to explain anything. I just took off my guitar and set it down on the stage floor. I walked right to the edge of the stage, and jumped down. The security guards immediately ran to me. trying to protect me from the swarms of fans. No one seemed to notice or hurt Y/N and her kid though.
I walked directly to her, starstruck. I couldn’t believe she was actually here. I used that guitar at every performance to show her that I’ve forgiven her. Had she got the message? Is that my daughter?
“Jack,” Y/N breathed. She gave me her breathtaking smile that I couldn’t stop picturing for five years straight.
“Y/N,” I mumbled. My eyes were wide, and the entire crowd was silent. Alex, Zack, and Rian were just staring at us, watching what was going on.
“Milly!” the little girl shouted, probably saying her name. I directed my gaze down to her, and she had long flowing thick black hair, like mine. She had her mother’s eyes though. She was damn cute.
“Y/N, take these,” I hand her two backstage passes. “Meet me after the show, okay? Don’t forget. I’ve got to play the rest of this, but I’ll speak to you afterward, okay?”
Milly cheered, and Y/N smiled and said a small thank you. With the help of the security guards, I got back to the stage. Alex just stared at me. “Alright,” he said in the microphone. “Now that Jack is done being fucking weird, let’s continue the show!” We played into the night, and all I could think about was Y/N. I watched her while I played. The entire time.
When the show was over, we went back stage to cool off. “Jack, what the fuck was that?” Alex asked, chugging a bottle of water.
“That was Y/N, and she was holding my daughter.”
“What? No fucking way, really?” I nodded in response, eagerly waiting for Y/N to show up so I could talk to her.
She came up behind me, and Alex walked away, giving us some space. “So this is Milly?” I asked curiously. Milly hid behind her mom’s leg, and watched me cautiously.
“Yeah, meet your daughter, Jack.” I kneeled down to her height and smiled warmly at her. She returned my smile, and took a brave step out. “Milly,” Y/N cooed. “This is Jack. Say hi to Jack?”
“Hi Jack,” she waved, and I couldn’t help but giggle at her response. She was beyond cute, and I wanted more than anything to be a father to this girl.
“Y/N, can we talk alone?” She nodded, and Milly ran off to go to Alex, apparently he was her favorite out of all of us. “Look, I’m really sorry at how I reacted all those years ago, and I’ve been trying my best to find you, but I couldn’t. I looked for you everywhere I went. I tried everything. I’m so sorry, babe.”
“Jack, it really hurt when you told me to leave. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have played with your guitar like that.”
“That’s not even the problem anymore, I just missed you so much. In my rage, I forgot about the internet. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just want to make everything better. I want to be a father to that little girl. I still love you. I’ve always loved you. I haven’t stopped.”
“I love you too, Jack,” Y/N smiled, and leaned in to kiss me. I kissed right back and held her in my arms for as long as I wanted to. I never wanted to let go.
“Ew, mommy!” Milly shouted, interrupting us. “Don’t touch him, he’s a boy, he has cooties!”
“I have a feeling they’re going to be doing that a lot, Milly,” Alex told her, right behind her. I smiled at this. This was what I wanted. I wanted to be with Y/N, and I wanted to raise Milly. I was so glad we could give this another shot. It’s all that I ever wanted those five years away. It was all I thought about. And now, it’s what I get, and I couldn’t be happier.
@SecretsDontMakeFriends
RIGHT SOMEONE POINTED THAT OUT ON MY WATTPAD VERSION AND I WAS LIKE ???? how did i do that I'm magical
9/19/16