The public eye || Jake Gyllenhaal

5. Is this moving on?

A week passes and he can't get you out of his mind. He finds himself reaching for his phone multiple times a day, almost dialing your number before stopping himself. "This is ridiculous..." He says to himself, running a hand through his hair. "I need to move on..."

I had the exact same thought process but I decided to go out to a club that I knew would let me in even though I'm under 21. Me and my friend, Olivia were having the time of our lives. In just minutes I was drunk, it was the only way to get him out of my head or I thought at least.

His phone buzzes on his nightstand, the screen lighting up with an incoming text. He groggily reaches over, rubbing his eyes as he reads the message.* "Y/N? Is that you? What the hell are you doing texting me at 3am?"

"I'm in LA" I all I type out.

He's suddenly wide awake, his heart pounding in his chest. "What do you mean you're in LA? Why are you here? Why are you drunk? Where are you?  Let me come get you, where are you staying?"
 
As a respond I just send you my location and then putting my phone  back in my bag and going back to Olivia.

He quickly looks up the location you sent and sees it's a club not far from his place. He jumps out of bed and starts getting dressed, his mind racing with possibilities. "Fuck it..." He mutters to himself, grabbing his keys and heading out the door.

He pushes his way through the crowded club, his eyes scanning the sea of people. He finally spots you on the dance floor, your eyes closed as you lose yourself to the music. He watches from the sidelines for a moment, torn between anger and relief. "Y/N..."

I didn't hear him and I continued to dance, he approaches you from behind, his hands gently grasping your hips. "Y/N..." He leans down and whispers in your ear. "What are you doing here?" His voice is stern, but there's an undercurrent of concern. "And why are you drunk?"

"Jake" I bite my lip as my hands go up to his hair. "Why are you here, is the real question?" I laugh drunkenly.

He spins you around to face him, his expression serious. "I came because you texted me that you were in LA and drunk at a club. What was I supposed to do?" He asks, his brow furrowed. "And don't change the subject."

I lean in closer, "aw you care about me"

His gaze intensifies, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you from stumbling. "Of course I care about you..." He mutters, his eyes flicking between yours. "That's why I'm here. Now come on, let's get you out of here."

He tries to drag me with him but I stop and pull back. "Olivia, she's here, I can't leave" I shake my head.

He looks around the club, his eyes searching the crowd. "Where is she?" *He asks, his expression determined. "I'll find her and tell her you're sick okay? Just let me get you out of here."

I nod before moving away from him to look from myself but Jake follows close behind, his hands gripping your arms gently. "Y/N, listen to me..." He says firmly. "You're drunk and unsteady. You need to stay close to me, okay? I don't want you falling or getting lost in this crowd."

He guides you through the club, his hands never leaving your arms as he scans the crowd for Olivia. He spots her near the bar, talking to some guy. "Stay here, I'll be right back." *He tells you, pressing you against a nearby pillar before approaching Olivia. "Hey, Olivia..."

Watching him talk, seeing how his lips move. Realizing I'm staring, blinking a few times before getting up and leaving the club, couldn't face him after what thoughts had been going through my head.

He's deep in conversation with Olivia, explaining that you're not feeling well and he's taking you home. He doesn't notice you slip away until he turns around to guide Olivia to you, only to find you're no longer there. "Shit..." He quickly thanks Olivia and rushes outside, his heart pounding as he scans the crowded street. "Y/N..." He mutters, running a hand through his hair as he hurriedly searches for you. He spots you a block away, stumbling down the sidewalk. "Y/N!"

I turn around seeing Jake, sighing "not you", I continue to walk think that he would leave me alone then. But he doesn't instead he catches up to you quickly, his hands grasping your shoulders. "Y/N, what the hell are you doing?" He asks, his voice laced with concern and frustration. "You can't just wander around LA drunk like this. It's not safe."

"I'm not wandering the streets randomly, I'm going home"
I say like it's so obvious and that there's no problem with that.

He pulls out his keys, unlocking the doors of his car parked at the curb. "Well you're not going home alone. Get in the car."

I shake my head, crossing my arms. "You can't force me"

His expression hardens, his jaw clenching. "Fine, then I'll just have to carry you." He says, his voice low. Before you can react, he bends down and picks you up bridal style, carrying you to the passenger side of his car and buckling you in.

He slams the door shut and rounds the car to the driver's side, getting in and starting the engine. He grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he pulls onto the street. "You scared the hell out of me, you know that?"

"Liar"I yell out before laughing.

He glares at you, his expression dark. "This isn't a joke, Y/N. You could have been hurt or worse." He says, his voice stern. "And I'm not lying. I was worried about you." He stops, my gaze softening slightly at your words before looking away.

"I don't know why I texted you, I didn't want you to come"
I blur out.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I'm here now. And I'm taking you to my place." He pulls up to a red light, turning to look at you. "Are you going to be sick?" He asks, his brow furrowed with concern.

I look back at Jake, shaking my head as he studies you for a moment before the light turns green and he continues driving. "Why didn't you want me to come? Did you not want me to see you like this?"

Suddenly I yell out "STOP THE CAR!!!", but I don't feel sick.