Band imagines

Jack Barakat imagine

It was another boring day in the bookshop you worked part time in, the owner was away on holiday and had left you in charge. Because it was such a small shop you were the only employee and it got lonely at times. Though it did leave you more time to indulge in your hobbies; reading *cliché* and writing.

You mainly wrote song lyrics and poems but no one ever saw your creations but you, because over the years you'd been told you weren't good at anything so you kept your lyric book away from prying eyes.

As you say behind the counter scribbling a new song you hear rather loud screaming coming from outside the shop. This is unusual so you get off your stool and walk cautiously towards the door, leaving your song book open on the counter.

You were about to open the door to investigate when it swung open and you collided with someone. You braced yourself for the impact on the floor but it never came, because the person flipped you so that they landed on the floor and you lay on top of them. You thanked god that you didn't weigh a lot.

Straightening your glasses on your nose, you glance down at the person below you and notice it's a guy, a very attractive guy who you were lying on top off.

"Normally I like to know a girl a bit better before I let them get on top of me, but for you I'll make an exception."

You scurry off of him and stand up offering a hand, all the while your mind works on overdrive because you swear you've seen his face before. He had messy brown hair with a blonde streak through it. He took your hand and pulled himself up.

"I'm Jack and you are?"

Your mind clicked it fingers, when he said his name was Jack you knew where you'd seen him before. He was Jack Barakat and he was in one of your favourite bands, All Time Low. What the hell was he doing in your bookshop?

"Y/N my names Y/N."

Jack reached out a hand and you shook it. You liked the band but you weren't one of those insane fangirls who would have fainted if they were in your current spot. You point behind you as you hear the screaming draw near.

"Do you always have screaming girls chasing you Mr Barakat? They are really loud for such small people."

He chuckled at your comment, he looked you up and down and then you realised why he suddenly was smirking. He took a step towards you closing the gap between you and patted the top of your head.

"You're also a very small person Y/N."

I playfully slapped his hand away and went about closing the window shutters and locked the door and flipped over the *closed* sign so the fans wouldn't end up looking in here and trashing the shop. When you turn back to face Jack he looked slightly panicked at your actions and you couldn't help but laugh at how cute he looked.

"The owner would kill me if I let fangirls trash this place looking for you Jack. Yes I know who you are but I'm not some crazy teenage girl who worships the ground you walk on. I like your bands music and you all seem pretty fun to be around."

Jack visibly relaxes.

"Thank god, for a second I thought you were going to trap me and go all fangirl on me Y/N. It's nice to meet a girl who doesn't scream in my presence. How old are you?"

Because of your height people assumed you were younger than you actually were. In your eyes 5'3 wasn't that small but then again it meant you got asked for ID everywhere you went and even then sometimes they questioned if it was fake or not. You sigh and run a hand through your hair.