I Wouldn't Do That, If I Were You

Chapter 17- Leaving

Jack's POV

I've been sitting in the car, thinking about something that came to my head yesterday after what happened. After thinking about it for fifteen minutes, I've come to a conclusion. I sigh as I get out of the car. I'm not sure I'm ready to face Mark, but hopefully everything will be okay.

I open the front door and walk inside. I see Mark on the couch, watching his usual. He turns to me and smiles.

"Hey Jackaboy. Glad you came back inside. I was about to go out and get you." He slightly chuckles. "Come over and watch TV with me."

Ugh, this is making it so hard. I bite my lip nervously, hopefully hiding it with a chuckle. I failed.

"You okay Jack? You sound nervous about something? I won't bite, I promise."

"N-no it's not that Mark." I say slightly more nervous as I sit next to him.

"Then what is it Jack? You know you can tell me." Mark sounds worried now.

"We..uh..need to talk."

"About what? Is everything okay?"

I can tell Mark is worried now. I can't believe I have to do this. I hate it.

"I'm..uh..going back to Ireland..." I say as I turn my head, a tear falling from my eye.

"Wh-what..?"

"I bought a plane ticket to Ireland Mark. I'm leaving today. I called a cab to come pick me up." I say as more silent tears fall.

"Why Jack? I thought..."

"I can't... stay here anymore Mark. After what happened...I just..." my voice caught, and I couldn't finish.

"Does that mean that we're...over?" I could tell Mark was about to cry too. I could hear it in his voice.

"I just said I couldn't be here anymore. That doesn't mean I can't be with you anymore. But that doesn't mean we won't forget about our relationship after a while... but I just...need to get away for a while." It's getting really hard to hold back my tears now.

"I-I can explain about yest-"

"Mark," I sigh, "I know what happened yesterday..."

Mark doesn't speak anymore, so I thought he must've been mad at me. I looked over at him, and he was looking down at the ground with his hands over his head. I got up off the couch and went to my room to pack. As soon as I get to my room, I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I get on the bed and cry. This is the hardest I've ever cried. Even more than yesterday.

After about 5 minutes, I get off the bed and start to pack. I make sure to grab everything I need. After I finished packing, I heard a slight knock at the door. I turn around and saw Mark standing there, his eyes just as puffy and red as mine. He walks in, and I notice he has an iPod in his hand.

"Mark, what's th-"

"Shh Jack. Just...hold on a second and I'll show you."

He walks over to a radio and plugs in his iPod. He picks a song, and walks over to me.

"May I have this dance? Before you leave?" He says, holding his hand out to me and a small smile on his face.

I smile slightly. "Yes Mark, you may."

As he grabs my hand, the song starts to play.

"We let the waters rise. We drifted to survive. I needed you to stay. But I let you drift away."

He swings me around the room like we're on a dance floor. Gently and slowly, going perfect with the flow of the song.

"Whenever you're ready.
Whenever you're ready.
Whenever you're ready.
Whenever you're ready.
Can we can we surrender?
Can we can we surrender?
I surrender."

He spins me like I'm delicate. Slowly, as if he spins me too fast, I could just break. Moving slowly, even after he spins me.

"No one will win this time. I just want you back. I'm running to your side. Flying my white flag, my white flag."

As the song comes to an end, he gracefully dips me, careful not to drop me. As he brings me back up, he kisses me. A loving kiss. After he pulls away from the kiss, he hugs me.

"I'm going to miss you Jack...so much."

I felt a tear fall on my shirt, and I knew he was crying again. I buried my head in his neck and cried.

"I'm going to miss you too Mark..."

After a while, he lets go of me, and I looked at the time. It was time to go. I grabbed my bags and headed out the door. My cab was already here. I walked out the door and to my cab. As I was getting in, I looked back one more time. Mark was standing there at the front door, staring at me, traces of tears still on his face. I put my bags in the cab and got in. Mark waved, and I waved back, then the cab started to go. I put in my earbuds and started to cry again as I listened to the words of the song.

"My love where are you?
My love where are you?..."

A/N so...now you know why Jack needed a lot of time to think in the car and what he was thinking about. Don't hate me please xc

And no, the story is not over. There's still plenty more to come. I wouldn't end it there. I want something in my life to have a happy ending... stay awesome everyone :)