James Maslow Imagines (Clean Version)

Get It Right

"Just one more time."

Silent groans and nods filled the air as the boy went back into positon, ready to re-shoot the mini music video for their show.

They were all tired. None of them had slept for more than a few hours in the previous nights due to work and the thought of home remained in their minds as homesickness began to slowly seep into their bodies.

James was experiencing it the worst though. Having just proposed to his long time girlfriend (y/n), he had despised the idea of leaving her so soon. But the contract called for his presence and after a lengthy farewell, he had departed.

That had been over a month ago. The Skype calls and Facetime chats proved nothing in his search for her presence and he had often found himself counting the days when he could return.

"James." No. That wasn't you. You weren't anywhere near the studio. Shaking his head from his illusions, he focused on the dance that he would need to preform in only a few minutes. He needed to get this right to see her.

"James." There it was again. Finally looking up, his eyes slighly widened as he caught sight of you. The Big Time Rush shirt that shaped your form brought back past memories and the dog in your bag brought his heart to almost burst. Fox.

Both of his favorite things in one moment.

Letting a toothy grin cross his features, his eyes traveled to his feet.

He was ready and he wasn't going to get it wrong.