Jess Glynne Imagines

I'm Not Letting Go

 "Y/n, stop!"

You whirl around and look at Jess, her face determined. You decide to play with her, so you keep walking.

"Y/n, I said stop. Why aren't you listening?" Jess quickens her pace until she's standing in front of you.

You say nothing, gaze fixed on Cassius, over her shoulder. Jess, exasperated, drags you to a private room and shuts the door behind her. She looks at you expectantly.

"Well?" she asks.

You take a deep breath, "I've been reading the news, Jess."

"And...?"

"And I know what you've been fucking up to, you slutty bitch!" tears stream down your cheeks.

"W-what?" Jess stammers.

"You've been hanging out with fucking Gabrielle Sanders. Did you think I wouldn't the hell notice?" you're screaming now, the mascara running down your face.

Jess doesn't say anything, just gazes at the floor and plays with her hair.

"Well? Don't you have anything to say?"

"I-I'm sorry y/n, I didn't-"

"You didn't mean it?" You snap bitterly.

"No, I-"

"You didn't mean to turn your back and break my heart!?"

"Y/n, if you would just listen-"

"No. I don't need your explanations. You don't love me, do you?"

"I do! I do, it's just that..."

"I haven't been enough, is that it?" you lower your voice, finally feeling the hurt and not the anger.

"Maybe...maybe some time apart will do us both good." Jess looks up at you, her face wet with tears.

"I just can't believe it's over." you shake your head.

"No, y/n. It's not over. It's only beginning. We just have to figure out what's wrong. And it's...it's all my fault. I let myself get carried away."

"Let's just go home and calm ourselves down."

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"Next!"

The smell of brewing coffee fills the air of the little cafe downtown. The brass bell by the door rings every time a customer enters. Pop music is blaring on the speakers, and happy couples talk over lattes and cappuccinos.

Just looking at the couples, holding hands and smiling, makes you long for Jess. It's been two days since your temporary breakup, and the internet already knows all about it. Headlines scream, "Hold My Hand Singer, Jess Glynne Breaks Up With Girlfriend Y/n."

Suddenly, the song changes on the speakers. You recognise it almost immediately: Hold My Hand. Jess's song.

Suddenly, the tears start flowing. You dash out the cafe and down the street, eyes squeezed shut. You nearly run into a light pole and weave your way through the busy streets of London. Trying your best to avoid tourists, you dive into a back alley and zig-zag your way home. Home is still Jess's house because it's the only place that's safe from the paparazzi.

When you open the front door, Jess is sitting at the kitchen island, head in her hands. You sit down across from her, fighting back tears.

"Hey, what're you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"