BUTTERCREAM IMAGINES

Jack Maynard - Stressed Out

Jack Maynard - Stressed Out 

The past two months has been more stressful than ever for you. Ever since you moved to London, you felt the pressure to prove to everyone back home that it was the right choice. To be fair, you were actually doing really well for yourself. Your career just kept blossoming, you even made a lot of cool friends. The one that probably meant the most to you was your boyfriend Jack. He had been super supportive and helpful throughout. Sometime though, you felt like you were taking too much from him.

Today was one of those days. You had a huge release at the end of the month, and you had been working your butt off to perfect everything. It was one of those make it or break it moments. It was 2am on a Wednesday morning, and you had been up since 9am on Tuesday. You couldn't remember the last meal you had, but you did not feel hungry either way. You hadn't even spent much time with Jack lately. Your housemates, Jack, Conor and Josh had all gone out to celebrate one of their mates' birthdays. You were invited of course, but right now the only thing on your mind was the project you were working on.

The three boys you lived with stumbled in close to 3am, the alcohol clearly having done its job. "Oh sorry (Y/N). Didn't know you were working still", Josh stopped as they saw you at the kitchen counter with a mug of tea that had most likely gone cold by then.

"(Y/N)", Jack called out to you softly as he saw you hunched over your laptop, flyaways sticking out from the bun on your head, bags under your eyes. You were still wearing Jack's t-shirt from the night before when you went to bed. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. You absently mindedly reached for his hand as you continued your work.

"Babe. Let's go to bed. You've been up far too long", he tried to pry you away from your work. You didn't budge, humming in protest. "Love, please? C'mon it's really late."

"Jack I'm really busy."

"I know love, but it's late. You'll fall sick." Your stomach grumbled as he spoke. "(Y/N)", his voice held a note of warning. "Did you have dinner?"

You only shook your head in response, knowing he would lecture you. "What about lunch?" This time you kept still.

"(Y/N)!"

"What? I'm not hungry okay? I didn't wanna eat!", you pulled away from him.

"But you need to eat! You can't go a whole day without any food!" his voice rose, worry laced in his words. "You've been up this whole time too! You're gonna fall sick."

"Jack", you tried to keep your voice calm. You could feel the annoyance pulsing through, but you did not want to start a fight. Especially not when you had so much else on your mind. "I'm fine. I'm not hungry, I'm not tired. I'm busy right now. I need to get this done soon okay?"

"No. You're gonna take a break right now. And I'm going to get you some food. You'll eat up, we'll watch some TV, and then we'll go to bed. Tomorrow, once you've had a good night's rest, you can continue."

"Excuse me?" You were pretty annoyed at this point. "I do not need anyone to baby me. I said I was fine, so I'm telling you to drop it."

"Babe you need your rest!"

"What I need is for you to leave me alone."

"Not until you give yourself a break!"

"I seriously don't need you telling me to do! I'm a bit busy at the moment", you said sarcastically, gesturing to your laptop.

"You're not gonna keep working right now", he said reaching over to close your laptop shut.

"What the hell Jack? I was doing work!" You knew Josh and Conor were going to walk in any second now. You both were being very loud. "You don't fucking go around messing with my shit! I was working on that!"