Jack Barakat Imagines

Too Hot? Hot Damn

Hii, can you do one where you're an indie singer (like Halsey) from south america but moved to the U.S., and you are dating jack and the boys think you are super hot lol<3

AN Hey guys, I'm actually keeping up with my updates five gold stars for me. I actually ended up staying up til five in the morning last night working on some of these whoops that wasn't a good idea. I've gotta start doing these faster if I want to have a decent life when school starts. I love you friends, keep being you and being awesome, you're the bees knees. Enjoy my lovelies xx

Your POV

I was unpacking my shit and organizing my things. I just moved here from South America, but it was to be with my boyfriend who doesn't know I'm coming up here. We met at a venue in my country when I was performing in the mid afternoon, and he was getting ready for his gig. We met and exchanged numbers, leading us to become an item a couple months later.

I never told him that I was even planning on moving here. He'd send me texts like 'I wish you were here' when we weren't even dating. Then when we made it official, he'd tell me that he wished that we started dating when he was down there so he could have held me like he wants and kiss me. He's honestly the sweetest person ever.

So when all my boxes were in my apartment, I grabbed my phone to call Jack, wondering what he was doing right now. He answered it on the third ring.

"Hey Y/N!" his voice came through the phone.

"Hi Jack."

"Whatcha need?"

"What're you doing right now?"

"Just hanging out with Alex. Why? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. I'll text you okay?"

"Okay?"

"Bye."

"Bye?" I could tell Jack was confused. I mean I just called him to see what he was doing then hung up, but I needed to know, and if he was with Alex, then he wouldn't answer me for hours on end.

Lisa, Alex's fiance, was the only one who knew I was coming, and I relied on her for directions. So she told me where Alex was, which was at his house, and I was on my way. It was weird being in America, it was a drastic change from South America.

I arrived at Alex's house, my heart was beating really fast. This would be the first time I'd have seen Jack since we started dating. Should I kiss him? Should I hug him? Do I shake his hand? What do I tell his friends? I took a deep breath in and knocked on the door, my palms sweaty.

"I got it!" I heard an unfamiliar voice call out. I hadn't ever met any of Jack's actual friends before. It was just me and him when we were down there, but he told me that he talks about me all the time.

Someone opened the door, and revealed to me was a tall brunette man with eyebrows that were alive. He raised them with a questioning look in his eye as he spoke. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm here to see Jack?"

"Jack's not seeing anyone anymore. Not after he got this recent girl he has. He told me to send away all girls."

The news made my heart flutter but I tried to keep my lunch down in my stomach. Couldn't this guy, who I'm assuming is Alex, tell that I'm me? Even by my accent? Surely Jack must;ve shown him a picture.

"Are you Alex?" I said anyway.

"Yeah," he replied, scratching the back of his neck.

"Can you please get Jack for me, this is urgent."