Jake Paul Imagines

Kinda A Mess

I stood in the kitchen- looking out at the sky. The stars glistened on the dark clouds. I felt a hand on my shoulder- the party was slowly winding up and finishing. "Y/N..." My Mum called, I turned around adjusting my dress as I walked over to her. She leant into my ear. "I tried to stop him, but he's kinda a mess." She whispered. I frowned and walked over to the door. I opened it and Jake was on the doorstep. His cheeks were tear stained, his eyes puffy and red.

My heart was pounding in my chest- I hadn't seen Jake since we broke up 2 months ago. We had a messy break up after being together for 3 years. We cut all ties and I haven't spoken to him since he left me on Christmas Eve.

"What..." I trailed off as his eyes teared up again. "I didn't know who else to go to." He said, his voice thick as he tried to hold back the tears. I held my hand out and he took it. We went up to my bedroom. He sat on my bed and held his head in his hands. "Hey, what's happened?" I asked, exhaling nervously. "I did something really bad." He mumbled, I crouched down in front of him, I held both of his hands tightly. "You know you can tell me anything Jake. Please I'm worried about you..." I whispered. He snivelled and looked at me. "When we broke up, I was heartbroken. You were everything I needed and more. I completely spiralled; I've been drinking a lot and now it just hurts. A pain that nobody else can fix." He said. A tear rolled down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away. "Why didn't you come sooner? I never wanted you to feel alone..." I whispered. "I was worried about hurting you again, I wanted to come there's been so many times I've driven here and stopped just down the road. I didn't want to make it any worse than I already had." He said quietly.

I let him crash at mine- it was late and dark, Jake had walked to mine and I felt sorry for him. He was asleep in my bed, his eyes shut tightly in a very deep sleep. I went downstairs and everyone had left. I kicked off my heels and helped my Mum clean up.

"So what's going on with Jake?" She asked. "He's spiralled a bit- he says it's just drinking, but I think it's more. I just want him to get a goodnights sleep- I've spoken to him, but it seems like everything is a bit too much right now." I said, shoving rubbish into a black bin bag. "Well remember- always put your happiness before his- no matter how much you love him. We went into the garden and took down all the lights. When I went back in, I went up to my room and Jake was still asleep. I changed into my pyjamas and slept on my window seat, I got a duvet from the utility and curled up. I fell asleep almost instantly.

When I woke up the next morning, Jake was gone. There was a piece of paper on my bed, I walked over and picked it up. It read; 'I'm sorry. You deserve so much better. Don't come looking for me- Jake.'