why don't we imagines

wonder (j.a)

a/n: uhh, yeah so I would like to formally apologise for what you are about to read. I don't know if I'll make a pt.2 but if you want one let me know. thanks to the wonderful person who requested this and thank you for your patience. I changed a few things and it's a little unedited but I really hope you like it!

Summary: Jack tells Y/n he likes her on her birthday. inspired by wonder by shawn mendes

"We're already late! Hurry up!" Corbyn yelled out from the entrance hall of the Seavey residence, ending his third reminder with an irritated slam of the front door.

"I'll be out in a minute!" Jack shot back quieter. His gaze lingered on Daniel's wardrobe mirror, clean and reflective of his handsomely dressed figure. Jack sighed as he glanced down at himself, ruffling a hand through his hair.

The day dawned crisp and clear, warm with the light of the sun glaring through fewer clouds than usual. Corbyn strolled across the driveway to meet the rest of the boys - ready and waiting - in the car. No other boy was seen following behind them, indicating another few minutes of waiting to be had.

"It's a birthday party, we're not meeting the Queen." Daniel rolled his eyes.

"It's not just a birthday party," Jack declared a moment after, tugging at the narrow collar of his blazer in his hurry to make it to the car. He finally decided this outfit would be the one - all white clothes on, black dress shoes and dark brunette curls left unbound to tumble messily along the breeze as he jogged to Jonah's open window.

"It's Y/n's 21st birthday." He breathed, leaning his elbows on the edge of the window.

"You're wearing the first outfit you put on," Zach drawled, slumping back into the passenger's seat.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Jack shrugged, walking across the road to the empty seats in the back. Corbyn and Jack slipped into the back beside Daniel. The air was sticky and humid, only to perish when the air conditioning blasted from the front before they made it out of Daniel's neighbourhood, wafting cool air with the low hum of constant blowing accompanying it.

While the rest of the boys filled the air with conversation about gifts and birthday festivities, Jack was silent, making his quiet presence known with simple nods and agreements. His mind reeled with thoughts and thoughts of Y/n, unable to still to a peacefulness for the whole car ride. Y/n was always one to make everyone feel comfortable, especially at a party she'd planned herself. But there was something about Y/n's special day that made Jack's cheeks flush and heart flutter with even more intensity every moment he thought about it. Maybe this would be the perfect day to tell her?

Y/n never enjoyed all the parties she'd been dragged to by friends at university. The chaos of college students finally letting loose was overwhelming, to say the least. The strobe lights dancing onto the floor and pounding baselines reverberating through intoxicated bodies and infused scents of perfume and cologne laced in the foggy dark air only made Y/n's loathing for them grow stronger every time she went to one. And when it was time for her own party, Y/n made sure it was everything she envisioned it to be.

Including the guys, an invite had been sent to some friends from her classes, one of whom was named James, a friend from her visual arts class. Nothing more. Or at least that's how Jack liked to think of it. He had no right to be angry, but every time that name rolled off his tongue, it sent a sickening chill down his spine. It all started when Y/n went over to Jack's place. With her backpack across her back, she let herself into his room casually. Her smile caught Jack's gaze as he sat behind his keyboard...along with another smile, from a guy he'd never seen before. Y/n had invited him over herself in order for the two boys to 'get to know each other'. Jack could barely stomach the thought of wiping the grin off her face with any sort of disagreement, so he let them both stay. That night was packed with great conversation and giddy dimpled laughter between them, but not Jack. His mind was so deep in wonder and confusion that he could hardly hear what they were even saying.