JschlattxReader: Nobody Thinks Like We Do

pt. 27: mean what you say jared...

I woke up to the sound and feeling of my heart thumping in my chest as I knew what the day had in store. This pounding was accompanied by Yumi screaming at Larry for taking the last boston crème donut; I assume they got Dunkin.

Choosing what to wear wasn't difficult but my hair was always the issue. Brushing taming and pulling and tugging and curling and spraying and fluffing. My arms got tired after shaping the mess to near perfection after 30 minutes.

Walking down the open staircase I felt like royalty in my own palace, and then I saw the town peasants, my friends. I see Schlatt hunched over on the couch in deep though. Today is the day he performs.

I grab a strawberry donut and strut over genuinely curious wether he's okay or not.

"Good morning... Jared." I say with a calm voice and an obnoxious smile.

"Good day, y/n." Not even having the courage to look up at me his voice trails off.

"The one day I dreaded but also the day everyone else is hyped about. I gotta get my shit together." He exhales dramatically while leaning back on the couch.

"I don't think it's as scary as you're making it out to be-"

"Well of course you're gonna say that you've been doing this your whole life."

"What you don't think I still get nervous? It's perfectly normal-"

"No I don't think you get nervous! I think it feeds your ego! You dance around the stage like you own everyone in the building. You DON'T."

I sit there silent for a moment with a tear welling in my eye. The guys are a room or two away from us so they can't really hear what's going down.

"Jared you don't mean that do you."

"If you would just mind your own damn business maybe I wouldn't have said anything."

He looks away, breaking is dagger-like eye contact with me.

"Listen. You don't have the solution for everything. You can't fix everyone's problems and you never will. That's just not how life works y/n. How about you try and deal with your own problems before you take on anyone else as a personal project first."

As he looks back over at me my eyes are already tear stained and red. I can't believe this is happening. I don't deserve this.

"Y/n-" he places his hand on my thigh. I quickly swat it away with a sharp hand inhale and slap in across the face.

"Of course I didn't mean it-"

"Mean what you say, Jared." Wiping my cheeks and putting on a fake smile and walk out towards the breakfast bar in the kitchen.

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Not even having said a word to each other in the car all the way to the convention center, down the corridors, and getting ur mic packs ready, my hurt was prevalent. He had no reason to attack my last like that, especially when dealing with his own panic.

Schlatt and I stood back stage as he was about to go on to sing My Way. My anger and pain was a duo that made it strikingly difficult to stay within the same vicinity as this man. I have to go on after him. That's the way the set list is planned.

In my peripheral vision I see him looking back at me while I stare down the backstage right wing while in deep thought. Declan. Declan. Declan. God how that name plagued my mind. I've barely shared anything about Merrick with him and throws it all up in my face right before we both have to perform? I mean how can you be so selfish-

"Y/n," Schlatt approaches. My thoughts are interrupted but I don't turn my head or jerk my eyes to look at him.

"The battery fell out of your microphone." He mumbles, not even looking at me then walks away.

Ugh. Now I have to look for it in the dark since there aren't lights back here-

"Well, you can take my spares." He turns back around and takes two double A's out of his left pocket.

He thinks he's so smooth. Taking my mic, he observes how the latch came undone - thus resulting in the batteries sliding out - and puts the new ones in. Scrounging around for a roll of mic tape, his finds one and rips off a piece to secure the now closed latch.

"Thanks." Monotoned, I take the mic back and he just stands there... smiling. A sweet kiss on the cheek is what he left me with before returning to his entrance point to the stage.