need to know ➙ jack grealish (one shots)

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requested by 1-800-SHELBY , thank you!

plot: after applying to be signed by a major label to further your career in singing, you've been declined and you are comforted by your boyfriend, jack.

a/n: this is kind-of based on your request with the 'famous singer' path, but i thought it would be cute to have it like this, so i hope you're satisfied with this as well!

you and jack had been watching telly, as the both of you would be doing any other evening after he came home from training, and you from your boring day at working at asda. yeah, such fun.

but soon you wouldn't have to work at asda. posting song covers on your instagram had really paid off over the years, and your significant following had given you the chance to do something greater.

so this meant, unlike other nights, tonight was one of those nights where you weren't at ease with lying your head on the chest of your boyfriend.

and this also meant that tonight was one of those nights where you were filled with anxiety and hope and so many emotions at once.

 you remembered nights like this when you were younger and waiting for that a single email to change the course of your entire future. tonight was one of those nights.

you were waiting for the email of your future; for your application to be signed by a major singer label.

jack's earthy eyes were trained on the screen of the tv, and yours were right on the primary inbox page of gmail on the screen of your phone.

the amount of times you'd refreshed the page was probably rivalling the amount of times jack had appeared for his old club, aston villa.

"baby, are you okay?" jack nudges you off his chest, and looks right into you as you bite at your nails.

you could've sworn your the essence of your very soul escaped your body when he moved you off his chest. thanks, you great big monkey, you thought irritably, it was comfortable there.

jack starts, "what's..."

you refresh the page again, not even half-listening to him.

"jack," you interrupt.

"y/n?"

"i got the email,"

"what email?"

your breathing had quickened and you had found it hard to construct words in your mind to say. 

"well... um... you know i sing? 'course you do, but yeah, um, right... uh... i sent an application in and... they sent me the email to let me know whether they've signed me... you know?"

his face falls, "you didn't say,"

"i know, i know, i just..." you feel a lump growing in your throat, "i didn't want to bother you, especially with your transfer and everything and..."

he interjects your ramble with a soft, short press of his lips to yours, delicately, like a butterfly's wings, placing his hands intricately under your jaw. the warmth and flavour of him felt like an explosion of the best flavours in the universe, the taste of his lips lingering even after the tickle of his hair had left your cheeks and he had pulled away.

short, but extremely calming, you thought.

you can see him struggling to stifle a smirk, being the self-conscious man he is. 

"that helped you, didn't it?"

you roll your eyes, but the word yes shapeshifts in your mind.

"but hey," he says, "you can tell me anything, alright? no matter if i'm busy, yeah?" he flicks off the tv. "so, email,"

you had almost forgotten in the heat of the moment.  you pull fully away from him to turn on your phone and type in your password, and gmail had been sat there waiting for you like an obedient dog.

and the email was still there.

taking a deep breath, you tapped on it with your eyes tightly closed.

heartily laughing beside you, jack said, "i think you can open your eyes now, baby,"

"oi, let me take my time!" you laugh, hesitantly opening one eye, and then the other.

you were preparing for the best... and then you saw the eight words you'd hoped never to see regarding your music career.

DECLINED.

it felt like a bullet had embedded inside your heart, making everything you'd ever wished for bleed out of you so quickly that it left everything else useless without it. the word 'declined' had ruined everything. it had destroyed all your hopes and dreams being signed by this label like a stupid, raging tornado.

"baby?" he pauses. "did you get accepted?" his excited expression was starting to fade from his face as if it hadn't been there in the first place. it would've taken a fool not to look right into your eyes and know it was quite the opposite.

"s'okay... i'm okay..." you struggled to say, your lip quivering. 

"oh baby... it's not okay, c'mere,"

he pulled you into his warm chest, and enclosed his arms around your back. you began to sob into the crook of his neck, your face red and puffy from the stream of tears spilling out of your eyes. 

"i thought..." you hiccup, "i thought... i was... i was good enough for them,"

"you are good enough, incredible really, you know that don't you? if they didn't think you were good then they've got sumthin' wrong," he rubs comforting circles on your back in different patterns, "you're so inspiring, being so strong with this and all... pretty obvious to me as i'm your boyfriend, innit?"

you let out a small chuckle, sniffling loudly. you were so lucky to have him.

"but hey, i'm with you, alright?" he kisses you head softly, "always."

you stayed like that for the rest of the night. 

a/n this is shit but i haven't updated in so long so hope you enjoyed it anyway!