Jason McCann Imagines

7. Bad Situation. (Sad)

"Jason?" He shuffled around on the phone. "Yeah?" His husky voice replied.

"Can I come over?" He cleared his throat and replied with a yes. You and Jason had known each other since you were small, you met through your mums being close friends and then you went to the same school so you grew up with each other and you've always been there for each other in anyway and right at this moment you need him to help you forget.

You drove down to Jason's bursting out into tears. In your head, it was all your fault. Your mum had just died and you'd rather forget about everything for a while. You parked up and grabbed the key from the compartment in the car and walked up to Jason's unlocking the door and closing it, sliding down it when you got in the house.

Hearing Jason's footsteps made you get up and threw your coat off and take your shoes off. You wiped your eyes knowing you haven't put any make up and you made no effort this time. You locked the door and by the time you'd done that Jason was in front of you.

He locked eyes with you. "Make me forget." You whispered as he sighed nodding. He smashed his lips to yours as you were pinned to the door. He ran his hand up your soaked skirt and pulled it off you, ripping your shirt open. You gasped as you felt him smirk slightly as he left love bites on your right boob, squeezing it. You grasped his hair and tugged it slightly. He shook his head. "We shouldn't be doing this." He said. Sighing you grabbed his jaw bringing his face to you and he removed his face from your hold. You sighed heavily, quite pissed at him.

"Are you fucking serious right now?! Every single time I made your forget because you had arguments or things happened with your dad I was always there! You're a fucking idiot. I shouldn't have come here." You said rushing to pull your skirt back up and sitting down to put your shoes on. "Y/N-" He tried to speak but you wasn't having any of it.

"No Jason! It's always fucking different for you!" You started crying hysterically as you tried to get your other shoe on. It just wasn't working and it got you really frustrated so you threw it at the door sobbing as you pulled your knees up to your chest.

"Fuck you! Asshole." You screamed out as you tried getting away from him as he kneeled down beside you and grasped you in to a hug. You broke down and gave in, clenching him in a hug.

"I'm sorry baby. I really am." He whispered as you just continued crying in his chest. After around 5 minutes when you'd calmed down, he took your shoe off and carried you up the stairs bridal style to his room and sat you on the edge of the bed as he put your hair up into a messy bun for you and helped you get changed into one of his shirts.

He laid you down on the bed and wrapped your vulnerable self in the covers getting in with you as you cuddled into his chest as tight as you could.