heart breaker // jack maynard

eight

*y/n's pov*

i knew how to get to quigly's; i had been there many times before on nights out with friends, and it wasn't that far away. i turned on the radio and began driving.
after about ten minutes i reached the restaurant. i parked my car in a space outside and opened the door. the cool, night air hit me and i shivered. grabbinh my small, white purse, i locked my car and walked towards the building. i paused outside the door and looked around. there was no sign of jack. i glanced down at my phone... '8:03'
he was late. what if he wasn't coming. what if he set me up. what if he's laughing at me fo...
suddenly someone came up behind me and wrapped their arms around me, breaking me from my thoughts. i spun around and found myself looking into the deep, blue eyes of jack maynard.
"i thought if i was even a minute late you were leaving," he smirked, not letting go of me.
"i decided to be nice," i replied, grinning.
he unwrapped his arms from around me and then grabbed my hand, pulling me inside the building.

"name?" a tall, pale man asked jack when we walked in.
"maynard."
"okay, lovely. follow me please," he said, ticking something on a sheet.
jack and i followed the waiter into the restaurant area to a table by the back window. it was set beautifully and there were lit candles in the centre of the table. jack pulled a chair out for me before taking the seat opposite.
he ordered a glass of wine and i nodded and said, "make that 2 please."
the waiter smiled and left the table. i studied the menu and picked out the salmon and jack picked a roast dinner. the waiter walked over to us, drinks in hand, and laid them on the table. then, with a brisk nod, he took out his notepad again and wrote down our order.
when the waiter left Jack turned to face me.
"okay y/n," he said softly, "tell me about yourself."
"um, well i was born in oxford in 1996 and i started youtu..."
jack put his hand up, and i stopped talking, raising my eyebrow.
"no, i don't want to know dates and places y/n, i know all that from joe and your channel. i want you to talk about you. like, what's your biggest fear, and do you prefer sunsets or sunrise. i don't want to get to know your public image; i want to get to know you..."
i blushed and then laughed slightly. "you watch my youtube videos?" i asked, raising my eyebrow.
now it was jack turn to blush as he muttered under his breath, "only a few..."

*jack's pov*

the waiter wrote down our order on his notepad, smiled at us and walked away.
i took a deep breath and turned to face y/n.
"okay y/n, tell me about yourself," i said smiling.
she looked up at me and replied, "um, well I was born in oxford in 1996 and i started youtu..."
i put my hand up and she stopped talking. i swallowed the butterflies in my stomach and said kindly, "no, i don't want to know dates and places y/n, i know all that from joe and your channel..."
shit, i didn't mean to say that.
i glanced up quickly at her. her face was a shade of crimson.
i probably seemed like such a stalker...
i carried on speaking, pretending that i didn't say that.
"i want you to talk about you. like what's your biggest fear and do you prefer sunset or sunrise..."
i locked eyes with her and continued;
"i don't want to get to know your public image; i want to get to know you."
y/n looked away for a few seconds, but then turned back to face me with the beginning of a smirk on her lips.
"you watch my youtube videos?"
now it was my turn to blush. i felt my cheeks grow warmer as they changed to a bright red. i tried to play it off cool but it didn't work.
"i.. uh... only a few..." i muttered.
she started laughing. her laughter was infectious and soon i joined in with her.

"thank you," she said suddenly, in the middle of eating our meal.
i smiled at her, "for what?"
"this of course!" she replied, kicking my leg playfully.
after we had finished eating and everything was paid for, she turned around and before i knew what was happening, she wrapped her arms around me.
"we should do this again sometime," she said, and she walked out, leaving me standing by the entrance to the bar with the stupidest looking grin on my face.