Jacob Sartorius // Imagines

You aren't..

Y/N's  POV
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You look up from your phone and look over at Jacob, who was busy doing things on his own phone.

Once he noticed you staring, he looks up too.

"What?"
He asks.

"Jacob can I ask you something?"

"Sure, fire away."

"Am I pretty?"
You ask, looking down.

"No."
He replies flatly, making you hurt a little.

"Am I fat?"

"Of course you are," He laughed in your face. You couldn't help but let a few tears stream down your face.

"Do you want to be with me..?"
You asked, curled up in a ball.

"Not at all."
His words, stabbing you every secod.

"Would you cry if I died..?"

"Not exactly."

"Do I even mean anything to you?!"
By now, you were full on crying.

"Nope." He replied, popping the 'p'.

You were now balling your eyes out, knees to your chest. You felt an arm around your shoulder.

"Babe..don't cry," He cooed as he tightened the hug. You didn't stop or talk so he spoke again.

"You aren't pretty,you're beautiful,"
He spoke into your ear, pulling away.
You looked up slightly.

"The only thing fat about you,is your heart," He lifted your chin and stared into your eyes as he wiped your tears off of your face with his thumb.

"I don't want to be with you,I need to be with you."
You had stopped crying.

"I wouldn't cry if you died, I'd join you," A faint smile appeared on your face, making Jacob smile even more.

"And you aren't anything to me..You're everything to me," He said, pulling you into a hug.

"Thanks Jacob," You whispered into his ear.

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