Buttercream Imagines

22: Short Ones

You cant start the next chapter in your life if you keep rereading the last one

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Jack
Your pov

I heard muffled drunk voices in the doorway of our flat causing me to get up off the bed. I walked to the door to be greeted by continuous knocking.

"Come in" i say to the three boys once i opened the door

"How much did he have to drink?" I asked Conor who was helping Josh support Jacks drunken state

"Enough to die from a hangover" Conor joked

"You know your very very pretty" Jack slured as i walked over to where they were standing in the living room

"Hey boys" Jack whispered rather loudly "Im gonna have her number by tonight."

"Really?" Conor asks shocked

"I heard that you have a girlfriend. Just saying." Josh stated

"Oh shoot and ive just called her pretty and was about to get her number." Jack mumbled as i began to take his jacket off
"No! Get off." He shouted then shoved me away and i walked back with my hands up in defence and he took it off himself.

"Bye, see you tomorrow" i said closing the door behind the boys. I helped Jack along to our bedroom, to finally get some sleep.

"Get off, i have a girlfriend" Jack shoved me once i tucked him in and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

I chucked before going into the bathroom to clean my teeth. By the time i got back in bed Jack was already asleep next to me. He mumbled something incoherent before drifting back off to sleep.

Caspar
Caspars pov

I almost asked you what was wring the first time i saw you crying- but i saw you were reading a book and that you were crying because of it. Immediately i was interested in you and the book, i never found a book that had moved me that much. I bought the book you were reading and by the end i was crying too-just a little. It started there. You're almost always there every time i go to the library, usually you have a new book with you. Sometimes you smile, or laugh, cry again, when you do i check out the book you're reading.
That was all it ever was for a while until i saw how beautiful you truly are, not in the normal kind of way. Your face lights up the room when you smile and, god its something else.
I hoped youd notice me, sitting a few tables across from you, my head the book you finished just days ago. I dont have the guts to talk to you. Too afraid you wont look at me the way i look at you.
One of these days ill get the courage and talk to you. I'll ask you what you're reading and i hope you face lights up when you tell me about it. Then we'll talk about all the books we've read. Until then, thank you for the recommendations, i love them.
Love Caspar, the boy a few tables across from you.

Your pov

I always see you, at the library. You often have the book i was reading a few days ago, i hope you like the recommendations. I wish i could come and talk to you-but i can't. I guess i was just born without a voice because god didn't want me talking to anyone.
Love y/n, the girl a few tables across from you.

Mikey
Mikeys pov

I walk into y/n's filming room to see her talking to the camera"Oh, speak of the angel" she says to the camera

"Huh" i step over all of the equipment and wires to sit next to her on the bed

"Im filming a q&a and a few people have asked when we're getting married or when you're going to propose"