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Leaked Photos • Jack

Guys! I'm dead, Anth retweeted my focking tweet m8! Arrr yes yes yes.
Deep breaths.
Okay, sorry this isn't too good☹️
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Jack's POV

"Okay..and we're live guys hi!" Sarah, my interviewer of the day waves at the camera.

"Hey" I smile and wave too.

"Today I'm joined with Mr Jack Maynard!" She beams and I laugh at her enthusiasm.

"I'm here guys!"

"So Jack" She pauses and puts her hand on my shoulder, staring at the camera. "Are you ready for the questions?"

"Ready as I'll ever be" I nod and she laughs, shuffling her question cards around.

I fidget in my seat, getting comfortable on the cushions. I don't usually do things like this on tv but I guess we have to right...?

"Okay, first of all Jack" She starts and I discreetly take a deep breath. "How did you react when you hit 2 million on YouTube?"

I release the breath, my mouth breaking into a large smile. The memories. I managed to hit 2 milli just 7 months after 1 million. Crazy. In that space, my life has changed so much.

"I was speechless" I smile. "It's so crazy"

"Sure is!" She giggles and looks back at her cards, reading over the next question. "Okay....how's life at home?"

"It's great actually, Y/n and I just moved into our new house" I breathe. "You know, just getting used to it all really"

"Ah yes" She nods. "You guys are married now!" She squeals and I laugh.

"Yep, for a whole four months!"

"Damn cute" She chuckles, looking back at the camera. "How did it go?"

"It was amazing, it all ran smoothly" I smile and feel myself twiddling my ring around. It's crazy.

"Aw that's great news! Who caught the bride's bouquet?" She winks and I laugh, knowing the answer is quite hilarious.

"It was actually Conor's girlfriend!"

"Really!" She rolls her head back in laughter and I nod.

"Didn't think I'd get married before him but looks like he's next!" I joke, winking the camera.

"You're next Conor" Sarah points at the camera lense, the man behind zooming in on her face.

We chat for another 10 minutes about random things. From getting a cat, to eating my mums birthday cake wearing a Batman suit. I know, weird.

"So, last question then Jack"

"I'm ready" I clap my hands together, leaning closer to the camera.

"Okay" She inhales a breath. "Can you explain this picture?"

I frown and squint my eyes, glancing at the shiny photo she holds I front of me, a large, menacing smile sat on her face. Heart thumping, I swipe it from her grasp bringing the picture closer to my face.
What the FUCK.

"Stop filming" I whisper, looking up at the huge tv displaying what was currently live to the viewers, the picture large on the screen. No no no.

"I said stop filming!" I yell, standing up from my seat. Security begin to surround me and Sarah, pulling her away from the situation. "Get off me!" I wrestle their strong grip and push the cameras away from my face, one of them smashing onto the floor. But I don't care, get me out of here.

"Jack stop" A husky voice yells but I ignore it, grabbing my stuff and running out the room.

It's freezing outside, yet I carry on running, jumping straight into my car once I'm outside. Everyone follows me, and soon enough my car is surrounded by paparazzi with huge cameras and Sarah, that bitch.

I shake my head as they bang on the windows, locking the doors and starting the engine. They couldn't of shown that picture on live tv. No way. But they did. Fuck!

"Get away!" I yell even though they can't hear me, waving my arms all over the place. Eventually I give up and drive out the area at full speed. I glance at the mirror to see the crowd chasing after my car, thankfully stopping once I turn the corner.

Breathing heavily, I drive away and plug my phone into the Bluetooth.

"Siri, ring Y/n" I shout, eyes fixed on the busy road.

"Calling Y/n"

I wait, cursing and restlessly tapping my fingers on the wheel.

"Hey baby, you okay?" Y/n's sweet voice echoes through the car.

"Shit Y/n, they leaked the photo, in my fucking interview!!" I panic, turning a corner.

"What?! How!!" She practically screams, her breathing quickening through the speaker.

"I don't know! They just held it up to show me and put it on the fucking live screen!"

"Fuck" She quietens down, voice shaky.

I stay quiet for a second, taking a few deep breaths. How could they fucking do this?!!

"What do we do?" Y/n breaks the silence as I pull onto the main road, tearing my hair out.

"There's nothing we can do, let's just hope no-one actually saw it" I sigh.

"A-And if they did?" She stutters and I instantly realise she's about to cry.

"Babe please don't cry" I coo. "I know they're fucking pricks"

"I-I...I have to go"

"Wait bab-" I get cut off by the line beeping and hanging up.

What the actual hell.

How did they coax me into getting an interview let alone an unreleased picture of my wife someone secretly took of her on a shoot. Indecent at the very least.

I'm going to kill them.

I swear.