A couple Jace Norman one shots. Watch a couple become a couple hundred....hehe.
Jace Norman
Henry Hart
Kid Danger
Xander DeWitt
Jeremy Martin
Rufus
There is some harsh language, so if you can't handle it, sorry this story isn't for you....
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Things you need to know: Y/N is a songwriter who sings and writes when she gets emotional. She has a small singing setup in her room. The room and house style is the same as Henry's. Y/N's studio is on the 'second level' of the room and the colors and arrangements are a little different.
||YOUR POV|| I was walking down the hallway towards my boyfriend's locker, when the new boy in math class stopped me. Sure he was cute with his neat brown hair, sky blue eyes, and light scattered freckles, but it was nothing compared to Henry's dirty blonde messy, but neat, hair, chocolate brown eyes, and his accentuate jawline. Yes, I have a thing for jawlines, yes, it might be weird, no, I do not care. "Hello, pretty lady. I don't believe we've met. I'm Carlos," the new boy, Carlos, greeted.
"Hi Carlos, I'm Y/N," I introduced myself, sticking my hand out for him to shake.
"Ahh, the angel speaks like an angel too," Carlos flirted, making me a little uncomfortable. That 'little' went flying over the edge when he grabbed my stray hand to dip me. Quite bold if you ask me.
||HENRY'S POV||
I was returning from history with Ms. Shapen, waiting at my locker for Y/N. We were meeting up at my locker because we finally have the ability to eat of campus without getting in trouble. I waited for a couple more minutes, but she still hadn't shown up. I gave up on waiting and assumed she went to her locker. As I was walking in that general direction, I caught a glimpse of a certain brunette boy dipping a familiar h/n girl.
"Sorry, but I'm not comfortable with this," the girl, I recognized Y/N, excused, trying to pull herself away from the dude. Despite her attempts to get away from the boy, it still made my insides churn with jealousy. It might just be the insecurities talking, but if he doesn't release her in the next 5 seconds I'm going all Kid Danger on him. After he finally let go of her, I quickly made my way towards her, kissing her on the lips and I didn't plan on stopping until the guy left. Thankfully, he did, or my head might've exploded from the lack of oxygen. "Got a little jealous, huh?" Y/N teased.
"Wha- pfft, what makes you think that?" I scoffed. "I was not jealous."
"Oh really? So is that why you almost kissed me dead?" she pressed.
"It's called showing affection, Y/N," I retorted.
"It's called being jealous, Henry," she mocked.
"He was all over you," I defended.
"I was taking care of it," she told me. I scoffed again, rolling my eyes.
"You were not! I bet you liked being wrapped in his arms!" I exclaimed angrily. My jealousy was through the roof, but I couldn't tell her that. It'd only prove her right.
"I did not! I only like it when you, my mom, and my dad wrap their arms around me!" she glared.
"Then why didn't you make an effort to escape?" I challenged. I know I'm making this more dramatic then it needs to be, but I can't help the jealousy that's bursting.
"Did you not see me struggling?" she asked incredulously.
"So you're weak?" I instantly said, but instantly regretted it when her face dropped. She grabbed my arm, twisting it behind me before slamming into the lockers. That's gonna bruise.
"I'm so weak that I can slam my boyfriend into the lockers!" she sarcastically agreed. "Or maybe not boyfriend. This has happened so many times, I can't even count! Goodbye Henry." I felt her release my arm, but when I turned around I couldn't find her. Considering my height, that must mean she left. I think I just got dumped.
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"Henry! Just go to Y/N's house, tell her you were jealous, and apologize!" Charlotte exclaimed as she took away my tub of chocolate ice cream.
"I think I'm doing just fine sitting on the couch eating ice cream and watching TV," I argued.
"Go to Y/N's house!" Charlotte ordered.
"Ok, ok, I'll go," I gave in, getting up to leave. Once I opened the front door, however, a crying Y/N stood there, about to knock with a stack of my hoodies.
"Oh. Hi," she sniffled. "I assumed since we aren't together anymore you'd want these back."
"Actually, I-"
"-Sorry, Henry. I have to go walk my dog," Y/N excused before running away.
"You don't even have a dog!" I called after her. I sighed, grabbing my parents' car keys to follow Y/N back to her house. It didn't take long to pull up to her house. I had the house key and her parents weren't home, so I was able to slip into the house. I walked upstairs to hear Y/N singing, something she tended to do when she's upset.
"Woke up on the wrong side of you this morning
Said some things last night in the heat of the moment You always forgive, how could I forget? You've been in my bed when I need somebody Yeah, I put you through some things But at least it ain't boringWho's gonna tell me I'm out of touch When the lights come on and I'm still fucked up? It's true I hope it's you, yeah Who's gonna call me on all my shit When I go too far and you're sick of it? It's true I hope it's youBaby, I hope that it's You, ooh, ooh Baby, I hope that it's You, ooh, ooh Baby, I hope that it's youYou love me when I'm low, when I'm down in the basement And don't give me up when I test your patience You always forgive, how could I forget? You don't run away when I'm acting ugly No, you never sugarcoat and that's why you're the greatest, yeahWho's gonna tell me I'm out of touch When the lights come on and I'm still fucked up? It's true I hope it's you, yeah Who's gonna call me on all my shit When I go too far and you're sick of it? It's true I hope it's youBaby, I hope that it's You, ooh, ooh Baby, I hope that it's You, ooh, ooh Baby, I hope that it's you You, ooh, ooh Baby, I hope that it's You, ooh, ooh Baby, I hope that it's youAnd I'm trying not to push you too much Yeah I'm trying, but it's not good enough I been on one, and I can't keep on lying to myselfWho's gonna tell me I'm out of touch When the lights come on and I'm still fucked up? It's true I hope it's youBaby, I hope that it's You, ooh, ooh Baby, I hope that it's you You, ooh, ooh Baby, I hope that it's you You, ooh, ooh Baby, I hope that it's you You, ooh, ooh
Baby, I hope that it's you," I heard her sing before I heard her break down into tears.
"Hey baby. I know, I know, you didn't mean it, I know," I cooed as I pulled her into my chest. I continued to whisper assuring phrases into her ear, so she knows I'm not gonna leave.
"I love you," I heard her mumble. We haven't said that to each other yet, considering we've been dating for 6 months I guess now's the time.
"I love you too, baby. Always," I assured. I picked her up, cradling her as we walked away from her mini studio to her bed where we cuddled for the rest of the day.
