We're done, Y/N. Don't text me back or call me back. We can't be together anymore. This is what's best for both of us. I'm sorry. ~Jack
My hand trembled and I felt my stomach drop as I read the text. I didn't know if I was going to throw up, cry, explode, or do all three. Jack Barakat and I had been dating for over a year now, and everything was going great. Sure, we had a few fights here and there. Usually it was something about management-they hated me for some reason-or him spending too much time away with the band. But I knew there was nothing I could do, so I was just happy that I got to see him and spend time with him whenever I could. He was away on tour right now, and I didn't see this coming. At all.
I threw my phone onto the bed and stood there in complete disbelief. What happened on tour that made him do this? He seemed fine last night when he called me. I just didn't understand. I crawled into my bed and got under the covers. I picked up the phone again and read the message, trying to figure out if this was a joke that I wasn't understanding. Unfortunately, it seemed pretty straightforward. At that moment, I broke down. "Why?" I managed to whisper between sobs. After a while, I realized I never responded. What do I say? I thought to myself. No matter how much I wanted to be with him, I knew that he had a reason for this, and I had to respect that. I loved him enough to know that he deserves to be happy, even if it wasn't with me.
It took me an hour to send this response: Okay, I understand.
I cried myself to sleep that night. I cried myself to sleep for a few nights.
**ONE WEEK LATER**
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us, Y/N?" My mother kept trying to help me. I loved her for that. "No, it's fine. You two have fun at dinner!" I waved to my parents as they pulled out of the driveway, mustering the best smile I could. The second they were out of sight, I walked to the couch in the living room and cried. I felt like the walking dead.
An hour later, I heard a knock on the door. I laughed, knowing that my parents always forget to grab the house key before they go out. "How many times are you going to forget to gr-" I stopped dead in my tracks after I flung the door open. Jack looked up from the ground, his eyes red and puffy. He looked just as tired as I was, but also a bit angry. "Jack, what are you doing here?" Without answering, he walked into the house, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed me. Not a simple peck. A long, meaningful, loving kiss. "Can we talk, Y/N?" I stood there with his arms wrapped around me, dazed and confused. He held my hand and walked over to the couch with me. He sat next to me, still holding my hands, and stared at me. "Y/N, I...I quit the band." I jumped up immediately. "WHAT?! Why would you do that Jack?" "Y/N, please let me explain." I slowly sat down again and listened to him. "Okay. that text you got- it WASN'T me. Someone from management took my phone during one of our concerts and sent you that message. I had no idea it was there until I saw your reply after the concert. That broke my heart, and even more when you just said 'Okay'. You know how upset they were with us being together, so I guess they thought this tour would be a way to break us apart." I stared at him in disbelief. "They hate me that much?" "I don't know, Y/N. All I do know is that I will NOT work with people that cannot accept that I love you. So I told them that I quit. And I took the first flight I could to get here and explain everything to you. So, please Y/N: will you be my girlfriend again?" I looked into his beautiful eyes, and merely whispered. "You love me?" He smiled at me, showing me his perfect smile. "Since the day I met you." "I love you too, Jack." He leaned in, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him slowly. "I just have one condition," I told him after the kiss. "Anything for you, babe." I shifted in my seat. "...Join the band again." Now Jack was the one to stand up. "...What? Y/N, someone from management BROKE ME UP with you! Why would I ever go back there?" "Because the boys need you, babe. This isn't fair to them. You need to talk to management and you can explain to them that you will not stand for that-I think after this they won't try to make any more big moves like this. And anything else, we can handle. Together. But you need to be with the boys in the band." Jack giggled a little, obviously calming down. "...This is why I love you. Even after all of this, you're looking out for me. I can't tell you how heartbroken I was that night. Why didn't you fight for me?" "Well, I thought it was you. And I knew that if you sent me that, then you had a reason. And all I ever want is for you to be happy. Even if it's not because of m-" Jack silenced me with a kiss. He leaned his forehead against mine, and his voice was barely audible enough for me to hear. "I can never be truly happy without you." I smiled back him and kissed him again, now finally feeling whole again.
