The Wanted Imagines

Jay Imagine

Imagine:

You were texting Jay at about midnight. He kept telling you go to sleep, but you wanted to stay up and talk to him. The last four months he's been on tour and you are missing him badly. He finally convinces you to go to sleep.

You put your phone down and close your eyes.

In the morning as you wake up, you smell bacon and eggs. You smile and then jump up. Who was making breakfast in your house?

Slowly, you open your bedroom door and crawl on hands and knees over to the balcony overlooking the first floor. No one was there. Opening the closet, you grab a metal dust pan and slowly make your way downstairs. The bacon was sizzling and the eggs were already done in a porcelain bowl. You hear footsteps so you hide around the corner. As soon as the footsteps are close enough, you jump and the swing the pan as hard as you can. You hear an 'ouch!' and suddenly realize who it is.

"Jay!" You shriek, diving at him in a hug.

"Y/N! I missed you so much! ...why did you hit me with a dust pan?" He laughs, hugging you tightly.

"I thought you were a burglar." You reply sheepishly.

"A burglar coming here to cook you breakfast?"

"I... shut up!" You giggle, wrapping your arms around him. "I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Y/N." he says, kissing you. "Come on, let's have breakfast."