The awards show buzzed with life, flashes from cameras lighting up the night as you stepped onto the red carpet with Jack by your side. Your hand was wrapped around his arm, the tailored fabric of his suit smooth under your fingers. You could feel the eyes of reporters, fans, and industry insiders following your every move. A flurry of questions was thrown your way, but your practiced smile remained poised, your eyes glittering with excitement under the glare of the cameras.
Jack kept his composure, his Dodgers-trained calm on full display, but you could feel the subtle tension in his grip. He wasn’t used to being in your world of flashing lights and rapid-fire interviews, but he navigated it with ease, his presence grounding you in the whirlwind of chaos.
"Y/N! Over here!" A photographer called your name, and you turned, flashing a radiant smile as you posed with Jack. His hand rested gently on your waist, fingers brushing the fabric of your gown as he leaned in slightly, his grin almost as captivating as yours.
When the red carpet parade was over, the two of you made your way inside the grand theater. The venue was alive with music, celebrities mingling as the ceremony prepared to kick off. You could feel the pulse of the event vibrating in the air — the perfect blend of anticipation, glamour, and excitement.
"Want something to drink?" Jack asked, his voice low and warm in your ear.
"Sure," you replied, squeezing his hand before he headed toward the bar. You scanned the room, spotting familiar faces as you navigated through the crowd.
"Y/N!" A familiar voice called out, and you turned to see some of your fellow artists — friends you hadn’t seen in a while. You beamed as you made your way over, falling easily into conversation with them. There was Harry and Liam. Both had worked with you on various projects, and the three of you had shared countless memories in recording studios and on tours.
"Harry! Liam!" You hugged each of them in turn, your laughter filling the space. "It’s been way too long."
"I know," Harry agreed, his smile wide. "You’ve been busy selling out arenas and writing new songs. It’s hard to keep up with you."
"Hard to keep up with me?" you teased. "You’re the one topping every chart."
As the conversation flowed, Jack returned, two drinks in hand. His eyes immediately found you, his gaze narrowing ever so slightly as he noticed the easy camaraderie between you and the other singers. His smile tightened, his jaw clenching subtly.
"Jack!" you called, waving him over. "Come here." You took his hand as he approached, feeling the slight tension in his fingers. "This is Harry and Liam. Guys, this is Jack."
"Hey, man." Harry extended a hand, his grip firm. "Good to finally meet you. Y/N talks about you all the time."
"Nice to meet you," Jack said, his smile polite but guarded. His eyes flicked to Liam, who offered a friendly nod.
"Big fan of the Dodgers" Liam added. "That last game you pitched? Unreal."
"Thanks," Jack replied. His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of something simmering beneath the surface. He slid his arm around your waist, pulling you a fraction closer.
The group continued chatting, the conversation light and full of shared stories about tours, recording sessions, and upcoming projects. You laughed at Harry's jokes and exchanged playful banter with Liam, feeling at ease in the familiar company. But as the moments passed, you noticed Jack’s grip tightening slightly, his smile becoming more strained.
"You okay?" you whispered, leaning in close.
"Yeah," he said quickly, his eyes never leaving the group. "Just… taking it all in."
You gave him a small, reassuring squeeze, but his gaze lingered on Liam, who was recounting a funny story involving a recording mishap. The way Liam leaned in when he spoke to you, the easy way his hand touched your arm when he laughed — it was nothing more than friendly gestures, but you felt Jack’s mood shift beside you.
When Liam made a joke about you being too good at your infamous "Juno" pose and mimicked the move playfully, you laughed, shaking your head. Jack’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening again.
"That’s quite the pose," Liam teased, grinning. "I tried it once, and let’s just say I ended up on the floor."
"That’s because you lack balance," Harry added, smirking.
"Maybe you should show them how it’s really done," Liam suggested, his eyes twinkling.
Jack’s voice cut in before you could respond. "She’s had plenty of practice." His tone was light, but there was an unmistakable edge. He pulled you just a little closer, his hand firm on your waist.
Liam raised an eyebrow, catching the subtle shift in the air. "No doubt. She’s amazing at it."
"She is," Jack agreed, his smile sharp. "I get a front-row seat all the time."
You glanced up at him, biting back a smile. He was jealous — adorably, possessively jealous. "Babe," you said softly, placing a hand on his chest, "you know you’re the only one who gets to see the real show."
Jack’s eyes softened slightly as he looked down at you, a flicker of a smile tugging at his lips. "Good," he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear. "Because I’m not sharing."
Your heart skipped a beat at the possessiveness in his tone. "You don’t have to."
For the rest of the evening, Jack kept a firm hold on you, his touch a constant reminder of the unspoken claim he had on your heart. And you wouldn’t have had it any other way.
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