y/n Stands for {your name} y/l/n Stands for {your last name}
y/c Stands for {your city} Please read. I proof read all of my chapters and will post as much as possible.
As you unpack your stuff, placing things in drawers, you think about Jack, Corbyn, Jonah, Zach and Daniel. You instantly get excited again. You plop down onto your bed with your phone and start messaging Jack. He asks you to come over today to meet. Your heart is beating, you're nervous. What are you going to say?
You're done unpacking and you have changed into...
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Your cropped knit sweater is your favourite. You swing your jean jacket over your shoulder as you walk out the door. You decide to walk to Starbucks before heading to The Why Don't We House. Obviously, when you are done, you call an Uber and it picks you up. You tell the driver the address and you're on your way. You're trying not to get nervous, but there's no hope. You know you're going to make a fool of yourself because you can't function when you're nervous.
You have arrived. It's a big house. Very pretty. You stand in front of the house staring. You imagine what it would be like living in a nice house like that. You gather the courage to walk up to the front door, but not to knock. You wait, there was nothing but silence. You knock. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK...
After a few minutes the door opened. It was Jonah. "You must be the photographer? y/n was it? I'm Jonah."
"Yes, I am the photographer and obviously you know my name, so...Hi" You reply with a friendly smirk.
Jonah escorts you to the backyard, where all the boys are hanging out.
He introduces you "Everyone this is y/n!" You link eyes with Jack while everyone greets you. His glare gives you chills. You like it.
