James Maslow Imagines (Clean Version)

Amazing

"I hope our rushers don't mind if I do something different for this show."

The open statement left you puzzled as you watched your boyfriend take center stage, a wooden stool in hand as he placed it right beside him. The sweat that beaded his forehead brought your heart to race as his white smile was cast to the thousands of fans watching, their screams of approval forcing a chuckle to escape past your lips as you wondered what he was going to do next. The smiles on the other boys' faces clearly showed their recognition to his plan but you? This wasn't in the run down he told you. This wasn't in the rehearsals you so often attended. What was happening?

"I've been noticing a lot of hate on Twitter lately and it's not just affecting the people around me but it's affecting me personally." Pausing, he turned, hazel eyes catching yours as his hand extended in your direction. The power he had to control you had no limits as you forgot about the crowd, a weak blush spreading across your cheeks as you began to step towards the beaming lights of the stage.

"Britta? Come on stage baby girl." As one step turned into two and led you into his open arms, you stood awkwardly beside him. You didn't belong here but fearing that you would only draw more attention if you talked aloud, you kept your mouth shut.

"I wish all of you could truly see how amazing this girl is and how much she means to me. This next song was written to show you just that." Seating you down carefully on the spot he had laid out, you watched in wonder at the lengths he had gone through to make you feel loved. You had never told him about the insecurities you felt when reading those comments yet he still caught on as the opening began, memories of the times you shared together swarming through your mind.

The way you both got home from an event for his job, your hands automatically reaching for one of his old sweatshirts so you could truly feel relaxed. The way he had to leave constantly for his job yet you stood your ground, making it work when many said it couldn't. Feeling tears prick at your eyes, you wiped them away briskly, watching the clean cut moves he performed that carried him across the stage before coming back to your side and taking your hand. You knew this wasn't part of the management plan. With the three men you considered brothers still dancing around the stage and interacting with the fans, your gaze couldn't falter from James' any longer as he kneeled before you, his hands touching your bare legs softly as he still sang along to the familiar lyrics.

He didn't have to do this for you. He didn't have to risk getting yelled at by his director but watching him stare at you with the same amount of passion he did the first time he saw you, you knew he didn't care. His free hand linked with yours as he arose slightly, his lips pressing harshly against yours as he let the rest of the chorus be taken over by the other males. As the microphone dropped from his hand and rolled across the stage and his hands dug against your hips, (e/c) eyes closed in bliss as your arms wound around his neck to bring him closer. Who care if there was thousands watching your every move? Who cares if this would end up online in more than one place? All that mattered was the silent words that echoed against his actions, the lips moving against yours sending chills to race down your spine.

"I love you Britta." The moment was supposed to be reserved for you alone but as his headset picked up feed and the microphone was rolled back in his direction, the four words cast across the venue as various reactions quickly followed. Despite the difference between the fans of the couple and their opponents, all leaned in their spots for your response, wondering if what James had previously said was true. Did you make him happy? Did you meet the high standards they had placed for the man who had changed them so much?

Not caring about any of the pressure, tears continued to fall down your stained cheeks, your words getting caught in your throat as you made the two of you rise. Standing on the stool so you could be taller than him for once, you held onto him tightly, jumping onto his large form to feel his arms wrap tightly around your once fragile form. He wouldn't let you fall. Not now and not ever.

"I love you too James. I always will." Nothing could compare to the smile he shot at you at that moment, the spectacle caught on the big screen as his eyes shone with a happiness you didn't know could only come with those three words. Even haters had to acknowledge the new-found look they saw in their idol, his gaze kept on your pressed form against his before spinning you around.

He wasn't the type to expose your relationship fully to the crowd and you weren't either but for some reason, this felt so right. For once, it showed how much the two of you meant to each other to the ones who meant the world to him and how the relationship they thought was a hoax was far from their belief. This was genuine. This was real.

This was love.