Random Imagines

Jack Barakat-All Time Low

I stood there starring at the woman in the mirror, looking back at me, wearing a stunning white wedding dress, her hair wrapped around her head in a tight bun and her make up done to perfection. She was the perfect bride, but she wasn't happy. I wasn't happy.

"Of all the way I imagined my wedding day, this was not how I ever pictured it going." I sighed peeling my eyes away from my reflection and on to my sister who had the job of making sure I didn't run away from my responsibilities and to make sure I looked perfect for the crowd of people sat out side the door, waiting to watch me give my life away to some total ass hat.

"Y/N honey, you're doing the right thing here. This will bring the two families together. He has had a thing for you since you were in high school." My sister sighed, obviously tired of hearing the same thing over and over again.

Today was my wedding day. Today should be the happiest day of my life except I'm marrying a man I could never love all for the sake of my father. My mum and dad told me I was to marry Harry Olsen, leaving me with no choice but to leave the man I loved dearly and live with a broken heart and an unhappy marriage.

"Dad needs this, Mum needs this and lets be real, you need this." She told me, no emotion in her voice, what so ever, showing me she really didn't give a damn how I felt.

"How do I need this?" I snapped making her look at me. She raised her eyebrow but then sighed.

"Y/N you need this because it's someone who loves you, who will do anything for you. He..."

"But I don't love him," I interrupted, feeling a tear running down my cheek.

"Oh sweetie," She cooed, wiping the tear from my cheek. "I know...but your relationship with Jack would never work. He's just so.." She smiled sadly but I pulled away and sent her a glare.

"Oh I know Exactly what you think of Jack, I heard you talking to mum." I snapped.

"Y/N that's not how..."

"Forget about it." I interrupted again. "I'm gonna marry Harry, with whom I'll have security, wealth and the 'perfect life' Mum and Dad want for me." I mumbled sadly.

"But you don't what that?" She asked looking at me with sad eyes.

"No I do what that." I sighed, "I want security, I want a roof over my families head but I also want MY idea of a perfect life." I told her.

"Which is?" My sister asked as she picked up my bouquet of roses.

"Well," I said as I took the flowers and looked at myself in the mirror once again. "Any life were I'm happily in love even after 10, 20 or 30 years of marriage. We would have two kids, a little boy named Riley and a little girl named Kayden, because we want names that fit both genders." As I spoke I found myself smiling for the first time in a while because all I could think about was Jack, the only person I can imagine have this life with. "We would live in a small house, big enough for the four of us. We would both work while the kids are at school and we would have our fights, but we wouldn't care what they were about because at the end of the day we both know that our love for each other is stronger than any force in this world." I finished, looking back at my sister who was once again, not actually paying attention to me.

"And you can't have any of that with Harry?" She asked, as she messed about with the vale.

"Please, Harry was brought up to think that a woman's place is at home, looking after the house and kids, while the men works. He doesn't want kids and I don't think I see myself ever loving him." I told her

"But you can see yourself having all that with a guitar player with no money?" She laughed darkly. I wanted to hit her, kill her even but I kept my cool and shrugged.