James Maslow Imagines (Clean Version)

Family?

I'm coming!"

The loud shout that echoed against the room vibrated against your ears as you descended the stairs, a scowl present on your face. Not expecting guests, the thought of a free day now proved out of the question as the knocking continued.

Reaching the door, your hand yanked it open, intending to yell at the individual on the other end of the door when you froze. (e/c) eyes widened as your words caught in your throat, too shocked to utter any form of speech.

There he stood. James David Maslow. No. It was Jamie. The boy who had watched you during your younger years. Your first crush.

Well, let's be honest. He was your only crush and as you took sight of his changed appearance, you knew that wasn't going to change anytime soon.

Watching his teeth break out into a grin, you remained silent as you tried to fight the shock that had consumed your body. Coughing in an awkward fashion, you offered a shaky smile as you opened the door wider.

"James." Taking a step forward, his arms enveloped you to form the type of hug you had missed. Something you hadn't had since he left after his senior year.

"Hey there (nickname)." The blush that had spread across your cheeks from the close contact intensified as it began to feel like the old times. When you were always together and you felt you had a chance with him. But the reoccurring thought of why he had left pushed onward as you broke the embrace, confusion mixing with the emotions that spilled into your eyes.

"Why are you here?" Stepping further into the house, you slightly noticed how James moved to the side but you were too focused on the other sight that came with his actions. Before you, stepping into your home, was cameras and lights supported by a few people.

"What are-"

"Pop Tiger is doing an article on Big Time Rush's childhood and I couldn't think of any memory greater than our times together." Big Time Rush. You had wanted to say you never knew of the term but you couldn't deny the fact to even yourself. You had followed the band since day one. Knowing James was following his dream was important to you despite your depression and you had done all you could to support them. Whether it was purchasing cds or going to concerts.

Nodding at the statement, you chose to accept the silent plead for help as a hand attempted to push down the stray locks that wouldn't seem to keep still. Frowning at the fact that you had no time to prepare, a annoyed sigh left your lips before a big smile spread across your face in response to the rolling cameras.

James had an arm around your shoulders in a relaxed manner as he led you to the couch that lay in the end of your living room, feeling more at home than you thought he should. After all the years you had spent living alone in this house, never had he came to visit as he had promised when you were children.

But you needed to be strong. You didn't want to ruin his fate with your stupid actions.

"So James, you've told us that there's only a one year age difference between you. Why did you choose to watch over her? Surely you must have had a busy life growing up." Oh gosh. That angelic laugh filled your ears for the first time in years as your felt the action from the close contact, trying to desperately hold the blush that threathen to spill over your now cooled cheeks.

"Well, Emily. Having been close to the (l/n)'s for so long, it wasn't uncommon for the two of us to be around each other often. Eventually our parents just trusted me, at least I hope, to make sure she was safe." Ruffling your hair in a way that portrayed you as a child, you kept up the act as he continued. "She grew so close to me that I considered her part of the family. I couldn't break apart even if I wanted to."

What was that sound? Oh yeah, it was your heart breaking as he uttered those words. Here you thought since he came back, you would have the slightest hint of a chance only for it to be ripped away from you once more. A broken laugh let your lips as the tears built up behind your (e/c) eyes.

"Yeah. I couldn't get enough of this lovable dork." Leaning closer to prove your point, your smile, once filled with emotions, turned fake as you silently wished for this day to be over.

***

"Thank you both again for taking the time to talk with us. Pop Tiger will enjoy this article." James had stood at this point, reaching over to shake the woman's hand.

"It was an honor to do so." The departure had taken longer than you wished and before you knew it, it was time for the man's departure as well. Walking to the door, your hand rested on the wood as a small tear leaked from its confines. Wiping it away quickly, you attempted to hold back your emotions until he left.

"It was great seeing you James." The way he pulled the leather jacket over his white shirt almost pushed you over the edge. You had wanted to confess as you had always dreamed of doing. But the fear that it would lead to nothing good once again arose as you cast your gaze downwards.

You couldn't fall for it again.

"Maybe I can take you out to dinner sometime? It would be great to catch-"

"I don't think so James." He paused, confused at your words as he approached. Extending a hand to touch your cheek, you pulled away without meeting his gaze.

"Just. Don't."

"What happened?" You had wanted to tell him everything. To let him know that everyday you thought of what could be but would never happen. But you held it within, as you always did, remaining silent as he stood in front of you.

Finally stepping out of the house, James turned to look at you once more as you began to close the door. The sooner he left, the sooner your heart could return to the slightly mended state it once was.

Leaning slightly to close the door, a foot came into your sight and on reflex you rose your head in question. But you had no time to further respond as lips descended upon your own.

The red that you had been pushing back came stronger than ever as you stood there, frozen for the second time that day. A light laugh filled your ears as you looked to James, a soft smile filled with genuine emotions catching your breaking heart.

"I'll see you at six tomorrow." Not having time to decline, you silently watched him leave your front door before shutting it, an action you had been wanting to do for the entire day.

Leaning against the object, your hands rose to your flushed cheeks as a soft smile matched your crush's previous one.

You had a date to get ready for.