DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.-JACK MANIFOLD ONESHOTS

DRUNK ENEMIES

CONTEXT:

You and jack did not get along, whenever you guys hung out with your friends, you both ignored each other or tried to not get into a argument. Secretly, you both liked each other, but you'd never confess, right?

Enjoying the summer heat, Y/N, james, wilbur, niki, ash and jack went out for a couple of drinks, well, drinks turned into shots and shots turned into being shitfaced at some nightclub (Im from brighton and i can just imagine the exact one they went to.)

Y/N POV:

I leaned against the sticky, wooden bar as i waited for the bartender to finish serving someone else as a tall, blonde man with tats came up to me and yelled into my ear as the music blasted around us, " You're really hot, wanna dance?" i couldn't really hear or think straight so i nodded and he took my hand and dragged me to the dance floor. As we started to dance i felt his hands grow tighter around me and i started to sober up and realise what he was trying to do.

JACKS POV:

I watched in a booth in the corner of the club watching Y/N, fuck, i hate it when some shitty guy tries to hit on her. Me and Y/N never got along, i dont know why, maybe im just too scared to admit that i like her.

As i stared at her in a trace james spoke next to me, "Its so obvious, jack" "what?" i asked , snapping out of my trance, "You like her." "pfffffffttttttt no i dont shut up james." i answer drunkenly. "defo, im going to get a drink, want anything?" "no thanks." and with that im left alone with my thoughts again.

Y/N POV:

As he grabbed my waist he slowly grinded onto my back. I do not like this.

"Stop." i asked politely. "what? you were fine a minute ago." he replied, pissed off. "well i just dont want to now." "just do it you'll be fine" As he said that i walk out of the back door but just before i could leave he grabbed my hand and tried to pull me with him "Leave me alone dickhead!"

JACK POV:

I took a big swig of my drink before looking back at y/n. That fucking dude. I genuinely have had enough, i stood up and walked over to them on the other side of the club, "leave me alone dickhead!" she yelled. I grabbed her arm the one he had held onto and pushed her behind me. "she told you to leave you alone, so fuck off!" i yelled at him, over the music. "what do you care?" he spat at me. "stop being a twat and fuck off." i got up into his face. "fine, whatever." and with that he left.

"that was impressive." y/n spoke from hiding under my arm. "thanks, come on lets get some fresh air." he told her as he put his arm fully around her and walked out of the club.

3RD PERSON:

y/n and jack sat on the concrete floor, backs laying on the bricks. "thank you." she said. "its nothing, honestly" he said shyly, removing the eye contact between the two of them. "i thought you hated me," she said, still a little bit drunk from everything that happened. "same with you, i thought you hated my guts for like, no reason." jack said sitting closer. y/n giggled at him, little did he know. " its just a cover up yk? i really like you and i think your really cool but i didn't know how to express the way i feel abut yo-" before she could finish, a quick kiss was brought to her lips. "im sorry i" jack tried to explain his actions but y/n kissed him again, much more with passion this time.

Stopping their make-out session, jack got up and grabbed her hand "should we take this elsewhere?"

"yes please"

lol my longest chapter