heart breaker // jack maynard

thirteen

*Y/n pov*

I woke up to a pair of strong arms lifting me up. I fluttered open my eyes and saw Joe looking down at me.
"Joe?" I mumbled.
"Y/n, you're awake!" He said, sounding relieved.
He set me down on a bed and after a minute of taking in my surroundings, I realised I was in his room.
"Why am I..." I tried speaking but my throat was too dry.
Joe lay down beside me. "You ran out of the party last night; I didn't know why but you seemed pretty upset so I followed you to make sure you were okay. Then I saw Jack running behind you so I figured it was alright and went back inside but later on Jack was back in the party and you were no where to be seen so I left and went looking for you. I eventually found you drunk, sitting by the side of the road, crying so I brought you home." He explained quickly.
I tried to remember the reason I had ran away. Suddenly it all came back to me in a tidal wave of pain. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes again. I tried to hold them back but it didn't work and I ended up crying into Joes shirt. He hugged me and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Hey, hey y/n, it's okay, calm down," He said in a comforting tone. "What's wrong?"
I turned my head and looked up into his eyes. "I ran away because Jack... I saw him... He was..." I sobbed, trying to explain.
"What did he do??" Joe said, a mixture of concern and anger on his face.
"He made out with another girl... and I know it sounds stupid but I thought he actually liked me, cared about me... But he doesn't... Just like everyone else."
Joe turned away so I couldn't read the expression on his face.
He stood up and began walking out of the room. "Joe, where are y..." I began.
"Just upstairs, you try get some sleep, okay?"
I nodded and shut my eyes.
As Joe's footsteps grew quieter, I heard him mutter something under his breath.

"I warned him..."

*Jack's pov*

I woke up to a pounding headache. Clutching my head, I took a hangover pill out from my bedside table and swallowed it with some water. I don't know how much I drank last night, (in fact I don't really remember anything) but it must have been a lot because this was the worst hangover I'd ever had.
I grabbed my phone and climbed out of bed. I'd go to Conor and ask him what happened last night...
Suddenly my phone lit up.
2 new messages - Conor
'You fucked up bro'
'I'll be at Joe's if you're wondering but it's probably better if u don't come...'

What??? What was Conor talking about? How did I fuck up, and why shouldn't I go to Joe's?

I was confused as shit so I scrolled through my contacts and landed on y/n's. 'Perfect,' I thought to myself, 'she'll tell me what's going on...'
I started typing out a text.
'Hey babe x Jw if you know what happened last night, Conor seems pretty pissed off at me.'
[Sent]

Almost immediately a reply popped up.
'Fuck off Jack...'
'What?' I typed.
'Just don't talk to me again, okay?'
'Y/n what are your talking about?'
No reply.
'Y/n?'
'Please answer me'
'What did I do?'
'Y/n...'

*Joe's pov*

I clutched y/n close to my chest as i carried her down the stairs. Suddenly her eyelids flickered open to reveal her bloodshot, tired but still beautiful, blue eyes.
"Joe?" She mumbled. Her throat must hurt like hell like from all that crying.
"Y/n, you're awake!" Was all I managed to say.
I put her down on the bed and lay beside her. "Why am I..." She began.
I explained to her what had happened and suddenly she started crying. I pulled her closer and tried to calm her down.
"What's wrong," I asked after a minute or so.
"I ran away because Jack... I saw him... He was," she sobbed, breathing heavily.
I felt the anger rising through me. What the fuck did he do. I warned him. I told him if he dared break y/n's heart, or even upset her, he'd never be welcome in my flat again.
"What did he do?" I asked, trying to hide my anger.
"He made out with another girl and I know it sounds stupid, but I thought he actually liked me... Cared about me. But he doesn't."
I looked away; I couldn't bare to look at her swollen face and red eyes.
"Just like everyone else..." She whispered.

If only she knew...

I left the room and went upstairs. I picked up my phone.
2 new messages - Conor
'Hey, I saw Jack last night... Is y/n okay?'
'Can I come over?'
I typed yes and pressed send.
1 new message - Oli
'Are Josh and I still coming over? And how's y/n?
'Ye, I guess. She's doing fine...'
I wrote. I knew y/n wouldn't want the others knowing how upset she is over Jack.

I scrolled down.
5 new messages - Jack
My stomach turned.
'Joe what happened last night?'
'Why is no one answering me?'
'Please'
'I think y/n hates me...'
'Joe?'

I ignored them and locked my phone.
He'd really fucked up this time.

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've just been really busy! Anyway, I hope you like this chapter! - Orla xx