Jack Harlow Imagines.

2. "Miscommunication."

"I should've stayed with you last night, instead of going out to find trouble. That's trouble. I think I run away sometimes, whenever I get too vulnerable.." -Rita Ora.

I angrily packed an overnight bag. I was done. Beyond done. I was tired of fighting, tired of not being heard, and tired of my feelings not being taken into consideration. Jack and I had done nothing but fight since he got home from tour. Nothing was going our way, it was like I was on the outside looking in at times. I hid in our bedroom as I packed some things to take with me while I clear my head. My mind just kept reeling from the words that spewed from our mouths.

-

"Jack, you're not listening once again! I just want one night where it's just us. Why can't you understand that?!" I yelled at him. My body was hot with anger. Jack sat on the couch, glaring at me before rubbing his face for the millionth time.

"I am listening! I'm just done with the same damn conversation you have with me when I come through that damn door!" Jack stood up, staring dead at me.

I sighed knowing he was right but if that was the case then why hasn't anything changed? It has been nothing but him leaving me alone once again since his tour ended. There were nights I waited on him but it was 2 or 3 am before he came through that door. I was exhausted, and I ended up letting the anger build up within me.

"Then fix it! Make time for me! I'm your girlfriend. When is it my turn to be important to the great Jack Harlow?!" I screamed, tears welling up in my eyes.

Jack rolled his eyes as he shook his head.

"I don't know. I don't. Forcing me to do shit isn't going to make me enjoy anything. You're ruining everything I worked my ass off. You're being a child for the dumbest shit and I'm tired of listening to it and you. Either understand that or this isn't going to work out.

He threw his hands up in defeat before turning to walk out the front door, slamming it behind him.

I felt my heart drop into my stomach as I fell to the floor sobbing softly. I wrapped my arms around my body, trying to hold myself together once more.

-

I made sure I had everything in my overnight bag when I saw my phone ringing. Jack's picture flashed across my screen. I shook my head and turned off my phone before shoving it into my purse. I grabbed my keys and left the apartment without a second glance. It was a long drive to my parent's house, and I shed a lot of tears on the way there. Traffic was backed up for a mile, and it was barely moving. I leaned back in my seat and I let out a sigh as I grabbed my phone out of my bag. I didn't want to turn it on because the overwhelming fear of getting something from Jack made my stomach turn to stone. I know I left, but it was only for a few nights. I wasn't leaving him, I wouldn't just abandon Jack.

Yet, I was doing exactly that. Arguments happen, stupid ones at that. I just didn't want to give in and let him treat me this way. I only wish for a night where it's just him and I. No phones, no interruptions. Just us. Part of me knew I was being unfair to Jack, I was pushing his feelings aside. He was right. He worked his ass off to gain his spot in the industry, and I couldn't force him to just stop attending media sessions, interviews, or even the studio.

I groaned loudly as I turned on my phone, letting it startup. I waited a moment for all my missed notifications to appear on my screen. I had numerous missed calls from Jack, his friends, and my friends. I had several text messages asking where I was, if I was okay, etc. I pressed Jack's messages reading them one by one.