Mistakes Like This [Jacksepticeye x Reader] |DISCONTINUED|

-; 7

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know

A week or two passed while (Y/N) had stayed at my house. We bonded, recorded at least a video together. I got back onto my uploading schedule.

I exited my recording room, the apartment was eerily quiet, I had announced that I was on the way to move, quite soon. Boxes were scattered and packed, and I was glad (Y/N) was coming with me. With her around, nightmares may have reoccured but I don't think she ever had feelings for me. I was "some guy who managed to catch her."

We make these memories for ourselves.

I took a deep breath as I spotted (Y/N) down the steps in the living room, she sat on the sofa. She didn't look well. I fiddled with my thumb, "(Y/N)..? are you alright..?" My voice was soft.

"No."
"What?"
"I said, I'm not okay." tears formed in her eyes, and she pushed back her (h/c) hair.
"My parents are coming for me, look, I will move to Brighton with you, Sean, I don't know whats happening but I need you to know-"

"Slow down, hey its gonna be okay, (Y/N)?" I began to choke on my tears.

There was a pounding at the door. "Open up, we're searching for a runaway 23 year old of the name (Y/N) (L/N). We have evidence that leads to your apartment."

I stood, stuck to the floor, it all came flushing back.

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

"Sean."

"We're coming in! 1.. 2.. 3!" Two policemen bust through my door.

And if you hurt me
That's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

She took ahold of my arm, "Sean, I.. I. I love you."

When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."
★★★
They took (Y/N) in one swift movement, leaving me, alone, standing in my empty apartment. I shut my door, and slid against it, staring into the vast emptiness that was my home. "what the FUCK just happened." I began to cry, I wasn't sure what to do. All of my fans were there, but I felt so alone, she was gone.

He stumbled into faith and thought;
God, this is all there is.

[Your POV]

I couldn't comprehend what was happening. The last look I took of him was when I confessed, he looked heart broken. "Why are you doing this?" I spoke, my voice weak, "parents request, ma'am." I stopped in my tracks, "but you don't understand! THEY KICKED ME OUT!"

One of the policemen tried to grab ahold of my arm, defensively, I pulled away, "I'm 23. Im an adult, right? That means I can do whatever the fuck I want and feel like. Correct? Thought so." I spat, disgusted with everyone around me, but I still realized I didn't have a choice, I was a 'runaway.'

"What do they want?" I refused to move until I got all my questions answered. Both exchanged glances, "Ma'am, please-" "please what?" "We know you don't want this,"

"Then why do it?" I stormed out of the apartment building and started back to square one, running back to my parents house.

Once I reached it, I stormed in through the door. "What the FUCK is wrong with you both?" I spat, breathing heavily. "Sweetie, we were so worried, you never contacted us or anything!!" Your mother spoke, it sounded fake. "Do you think i would want to speak to you after you basically told me to get the hell out?"

if you're in love, you are the lucky one.
cause most of us are bitter someone
setting fire to our insides for fun
To distract our hearts from ever missing them
But I'm forever missing him

"(Y/N), honey, we just wanted to make sure you were safe!" Your father butted in, "but why? Remember I'm an adult!! You took me away from hell knows how long someone I loved, I thought you wanted to let me have freedom. I'm going back."

"Not for at least a day. We may have said that but you're​ still our daughter. We need to know you're okay."
"Great! It's nearly midnight, I'm going to sleep anyway."

"Goodnight, we love you" your mom said
"Yeah right."

If you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.

(lyrics tend to change, so)

In my mind, when she's not right there beside me
I go crazy cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself
All I wanna hear her say is are you mine?
★★★

It's been about a day, and I miss her already, I wasn't sure what to do with myself except upload pre videos for that day. Saturday's are supposed to be great! Yeah fucking right.

I sat at my bed and stared down at my phone, I got a text message from (Y/N) .

(Y/N):

listen, im so fucking sorry, are you doing okay? how are you? don't worry, about me, worry about you. ill be back very soon. keep an eye out.

i also was thinking about what i said, but i dare not say it over text message.
xoxo

I smiled dorkishly and pushed some hair back. How soon is soon? I pondered. "I'm so glad she's okay," I said aloud to myself. I got bored while she was away, in that short amount of time, I unpacked some boxes then. I still wanted it to be cozy, not entirely boxes.

Hours seemed to pass by, but the felt like days.

(Y/N)'s contact flashed across the screen:

open the door please.

I nearly threw my phone from the excitement and rushed down the steps and thew open the front door, to be immediately greeted by (Y/N)'s chest falling into my thin frame. "I love you so much, it seems too early to even fucking say this, but, but I can't help it anymore." I heard her choke up and I pulled away, staring down at her through flooded eyes.

My days end best when this sunset gets itself
Behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side
It's much less picturesque without her catching the light
The horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes

I had (Y/N) back, that was all that mattered to me. I lifted up her chin with my index finger and kissed her. To my suprise, she kissed back.

What a horrible way to fall in love, I had to stop and pull back once again, only to let out a chuckle. "Ive wanted to do that for quite sometime now." I could even hear my own accent become thick when I said that.

Arabella's got a seventies head
But she's a modern lover
It's an exploration, she's made of outer space
And her lips are like the galaxy's edge
And her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place

I received a small smile back from her, "me fucking too."