As I stirred the pot of pasta, I couldn't help but smile. Everything felt perfect right now. Most of the shows for the Eras Tour were behind me, and I had a small break before the London shows in August. It was like the universe was giving me time to breathe, time to enjoy these moments with Jack.
He was in the shower, and I was in the kitchen, whipping up his favorite pasta alfredo. The smell filled the apartment, warm and comforting, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. I wasn't on stage, wasn't rushing to meetings or rehearsals—just home.
Jack's my home.
I started thinking about everything that was coming up. The VMAs, the potential world arena tour. It was all happening so fast. My team had been throwing around ideas for the tour logistics for weeks, and every time I thought about performing in arenas—huge arenas—I felt this mixture of excitement and nerves. The kind of nerves that came with knowing your dreams were about to get even bigger.
As amazing as that was, though, what made me smile most was the thought of Jack. We'd been together for just a little over a year now, and it still felt unreal sometimes. How did I end up with someone who understood me so well? Who was there for me through the craziness of industry events, recording studio sessions, interviews, and everything else?
He wasn't just supportive—he was my best friend.
I could be myself around him, whether I was on stage in front of thousands or just lounging at home in sweats. And God, he was so beautiful, inside and out. That messy mahogany hair, that flustered grin he always gave me when I caught him staring—everything about him made my heart flip. And no matter how busy or tired I was, just being with him made it all better.
I knew he'd been pushing himself hard lately, physically and mentally, training for his Avatar filming. He'd been quieter these last couple days, maybe a bit more distant, but I'd chalked it up to the stress of the upcoming shoot. He'd be back in New Zealand soon, and while I didn't love the idea of being apart again, I knew we could handle it.
The shower turned off, and I glanced up, catching the sound of Jack moving around in the bedroom. I finished plating our dinner, excited to just relax together, away from the world for a bit.
Jack walked into the kitchen, still drying his hair with a towel, wearing that maroon hoodie I loved on him.
His eyes lit up when he saw me, a soft smile spreading across his face.
"Dinner smells amazing," he said, his voice warm and relaxed.
I smiled back, feeling a little flutter in my chest. "I know how much you love pasta alfredo."
He leaned down to kiss the top of my head, the familiar scent of his shampoo and body wash comforting me. "You're the best, you know that?"
I shrugged, laughing. "I do try."
We sat down at the table, the clatter of plates and silverware filling the comfortable silence between us. I stole glances at him, admiring the way he looked so at ease, the way his hair still clung damply to his forehead. He'd had this quiet intensity the last few days, but tonight, something seemed different. Lighter.
Maybe it was the fact that we had a rare night to ourselves, no tour stress or training sessions looming. It felt like old times, just the two of us, sharing a meal and enjoying each other's company. We talked about everything and nothing—about the shows, about how crazy it was to see the Dublin crowd sing along to every word, about the ridiculous TikTok trends we kept seeing.
He reached across the table, grabbing my hand, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin. There was something in his touch, a tenderness that made my chest tighten in the best way possible. For a second, I forgot about everything—the tour, the arena plans, the events.
All I could focus on was him, and how much I loved him.
"Hey," he said, squeezing my hand gently. "I'm really proud of you, you know. All of this—the tour, your music—it's incredible. You're incredible."
My cheeks flushed. He always knew how to get me, saying the perfect thing just when I needed it most. "Thank you, J. That means everything to me."
We finished dinner, the conversation flowing easily between us. Afterward, we curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over us as we flicked through Netflix, trying to decide on something to watch. We settled on some random rom-com, neither of us paying much attention as we cuddled closer, just enjoying the warmth of being together.
Jack's arm was around me, and I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. This was what I loved about us. No matter how chaotic our lives were, we always found moments like this—quiet, peaceful, and full of love.
As the movie played on, I felt Jack's hand running through my hair, the soothing motion making my eyes flutter closed. I could've stayed like that forever, wrapped up in his arms, feeling completely at home.
"I love you," I whispered, barely audible.
He tilted his head down, kissing my forehead softly. "I love you more."
And for tonight, that was enough. We didn't need to talk about anything else—not the tour, not his filming, not the months apart we'd face soon. In this moment, everything was perfect.
And I was going to hold on to it for as long as I could.
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-redwinesupernova speaks!!
a chapter in juni's pov :')
our girl is so in love and next chapter is the last chapter and just knowing that i'm about to break her heart HURTS😭
this genuinely kills me, and i really hope you will all forgive me for the sake of the plot of book two!
juniper's upcoming album in book two is gonna be crazy, and her life is gonna be crazy so be prepared!!
grab some tissues for the next chapter guys!
as always, please vote and comment your thoughts and theories as i'd LOVE to hear them!!
