Jake Paul Imagines

Giving Up

"Are you giving up on us?" I asked, tears filling my eyes. He turned to look at me. "No, no, no..." He pauses as tears raced down my cheeks. "But we've been trying to make this work for a long time Y/N." He said. "And..." I cut him. "And what? What?" I asked, so worried I was going to lose Jake. "And we love each other so much, but we're lying to ourselves if we say it'll work." I couldn't bear to look at him, he had just shattered my heart. It was pure silence, whilst warm tears puddled in my lap. I looked out the car window. "I've got to go to this meeting..." He said. "I get it Jake." I undid my seatbelt, grabbed my bag from the back and got out the car. I shielded my face from Paps and went into Starbucks. I called my brother Kade. "I...I don't know what to say." He said. "I just need you to come pick me up." I sobbed. "I already tried Nathan, he's meeting Jake after the meeting, so he can't." I sobbed. "I'm on my way. Sit tight I love you." He hung up. I ordered myself some coffee. I sat there sipping it, after wiping away the smudged makeup, just mulling over things.

Jake was right, we had been trying for about 8 months now and it was going downhill so fast. We've been together for about 2 years. We always said we'd rather stop it when it became toxic, so we could salvage a friendship and the memories. It's hard to let go, it will be hard to let go 100%, but- deep, deep, down I know it's what's best for me and Jake.

Kade picked me up and the drive back to the Team Ten house was silent. Everyone already knew, because Nathan gave them the heads up. I decided to move my stuff out of our room, whilst he wasn't here. I was going to have the spare room in Anthony and Rocky's wing of the house. It was very spacious, I could get some storage units, a nicely sized wardrobe, dressing table. I could really do it up. Kade and Anthony helped me started moving my stuff. I had my clothes hanging on a couple merch racks. We found my old bedding and Chance blew up a double mattress. I got my desk out of there. It was big and cold, but okay for now. Jake got back and came in. "Hey." He said quietly. The tension was unbearable. "Hi." I mumbled. "You could've kept that room..." I cut him off. "I wanted a clean, new, unused room. But, thanks anyway." I shrugged. My shoes were in a huge pile- along with my makeup, some of my clothes that couldn't hang up and all my 'homey' bits. "I didn't want to say it like that, but I knew someone needed to. I love you, I didn't want to hurt you." He said, his eyes glossing over. I stood up. "One of us had to do it, we're both upset. Don't feel bad." I said softly. "I just...when you cried, all I wanted to do was pull you into me and comfort you and tell you how much I loved you. Because I do, I'm not sure I'm ready to let go." He whispered holding my hand. "Trust me, letting go was always the worst option Jake, but within a couple hours we'd be arguing again. We have done the best thing for us okay?" I said wiping his tears, he nodded. "I love you so, so much Jake. That will never change, you've been my first love and the person I'll forever have a space for in my heart. But, we have to move on, so we can grow." I said quietly. We rested our foreheads against each other, I held his hands so tightly. "You'll always be mine." He whispered. "You'll always be mine too Jake. Always my Jakey." We were silent for a minute and then both stepped away. "I'll see you in the morning." I smiled. "Yeah, sleep well Y/N." He smiled back, he walked out and closed the door.

And for the first time since the breakup that morning, everything felt perfect. I sat on my mattress and felt so at peace with myself.