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Jack Harries fight

3 months ago

Your phone jingled with the ninth text from him today. Or really, in the last hour. It killed you to have to do this, but you didn't know how to tell him. You just couldn't go public with this... Thing. Was it even dating? You don't know. But it wasn't going to happen.

Present

You finally get a break from your booth at VidCon, so you decided to take the chance to walk around and see who else was there. You see Zoella, Troye, Glozell, Dan and Phil... Oh no.

The Harries twins. They stand only like twenty feet away from you, chatting quietly with each other. Jack pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on and steps towards a water bottle. He grabs it, and while standing up, his eyes meet yours. You stand paralyzed, frozen in the moment.

"(Y/N)," he says, putting the water bottle back down. "(Y/N)?" He starts walking around the table to get to you. You can't do this. Not here. Preferably not anywhere, actually, but this is terrible in itself.

You finally get the feeling back in your legs. He's only ten feet away from you when you turn on your heels and run into the crowd. You hear him yell your name, but you ignore it.

You finally find yourself in and empty hallway. You push yourself against a wall and are about to fall to pieces when you hear footsteps. Well more like the giant clumsy thuds of Jack's shoes but footsteps is more poetic at the moment.

"(Y/N)," he says, slightly out of breath. You stand up. "We need to talk, (Y/N)." He walks towards you. You shake your head.

"I'm sorry. I... I can't," you say. You dash into a room on your left. You slam the door behind you. Soon enough you hear pounding against the door, along with shouts from Jack to let you in.

You lean against the door, blocking it since it has no lock. Eventually he goes quiet. A few minutes later, you stand up and walk over to a chair in the room and sit down in it. After all, if you're going to feel three months of crushing heart ache, you might as well do it comfortably.

You feel a few warm tears slip down your face. You wipe them away hurriedly as you hear the door open.

"(Y/N)," he says, sitting down on the floor in front of you. You hide your face in your hands. He reaches up and pulls your arms down. He begins to draw small swirls on the skin of your wrists.

"Why?" He asks after a few minutes of silence.

"I don't want to talk about it. I can't talk about it. It... It hurts to much," you reply.

"Well you know what hurt, (Y/N)? You know what actually caused me pain? The person, the first person, may I add. The first person I had serious feelings for, walked out of my life. And you want to know the worst part?" He stands up. "She didn't even say goodbye. Not a wave, not a nod. Everything was going just fine! But then she was gone! You know how much pain that caused? No! Of course not! Because you're to busy wallowing in your own sorrow," he yells. A vein in his neck bulges and his face turns red.

You stand up as well. You open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off.

"Don't you dare go on to say how I can have 'any girl I want'. Because guess what (Y/N), I can't. The one girl, the only girl, I want wouldn't even answer my texts. No other girls have your laugh, your smile, your personality. I was madly in love with you. I still am! But you don't even want to talk about it. It's like you've stabbed me and now you're just twisting the knife."

You feel a new wave of tears wash over your eyes. Everything he just said was absolutely true. You turn away before he can see the tears pour down your cheeks. But he grabs your wrist, pulling you back to face him. His face is still bright red and he looks like he's about to continue until he sees your eyes.

"(Y/N), I- I'm so sorry. I was just mad. I shouldn't have vented on you, I'm so sorry." He pulls you into a hug, his hand pressing your face to his chest.

"It's okay. I understand. It's my fault. I fucked up. I'm sorry. Jack, I'm so... so sorry." You feel a warm drop of water splash onto your shoulder and you immediately know he's crying too. You put your hands to his chest and push yourself off.

"Give me a second chance, please," you murmur. He smiles.

"Of course."

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