Jake Paul Imagines

I Care- Part Two (Requested)

I went back downstairs, my heart thumping in my chest. I know Jake wasn't a lightweight and he didn't even seem tipsy, so what am I gonna do if he remembers me crying about him getting back with his ex?

Anthony came over. "Hey where have you been?" He asked, filling my cup up. "I just went to the loo- there was a bit of a queue." I lied, he nodded- raising one eyebrow slightly. "Okay." He said. We went outside and I tried to push Jake to the back of my mind. The party slowly winded down and he was coming to say goodbye to everyone. Chance was walking me home- he only lives across the road. We were staying behind to help Jake clean up.

I was in the garden, picking up red cups. "Y/N." I knew his voice- I'd listened to it for years now. My palms became sweaty and my knees weak. I slapped a smile on. "Yep?" I asked. He crossed his arms over his chest. "What happened upstairs?" He asked, he looked completely broken. "Nothing, I'm not gonna tell anyone if that's what you mean..." I said, laughing a little. "The fact that you cried. Why did you cry?" He asked, he walked towards me, so our bodies were just a step apart. I looked into his eyes and gulped. "Nothing, I just care about you and it makes me sad when you're sad." I tried to walk away and he held my hand. The way he did upstairs- my heartbeat was racing and I felt myself tear up. "Do you like me?" He asked softly. I thought of him upstairs, crying over Lauren. I thought of Lauren crying over Jake and I was friends with her- I just couldn't do it.

I burst out laughing. "Don't be silly." I said. He let go of my hand, he looked at me and I didn't need to speak anymore. He knew exactly what I wanted to say.