Why Don't We imagines

Jonah • 11

    A/N: I know Jonah's real last name is not Marais, but for this I am going to use Marais.

•• The Heart Wants What it Wants••

  You look at your bare wrist, biting your lip and running your fingers over the bare skin. Tomorrow, there would be a name there. Tomorrow, would make all the difference. Tomorrow was your seventeenth birthday, and when you will wake up, your soulmates name will be etched into your wrist.

  Everyone had a soulmate. Everyone got one on their seventeenth birthday. Some got their actual boyfriend or girlfriend, but some got their worst enemy. Like Hermione and Draco ( you always found it funny that the two sets of couples that loved Harry Potter so much and named their children after characters, their children are each other's soulmates).

Your phone makes a plink noise, and you quickly check it. A smile forms on your face when you read that it's a tweet from your celebrity crush from your favorite boy band.

Jonah Marais recently tweeted: Karma comes back around!! Put positive energy in the world!!! Don't hate on people!!!

You snort, thinking about how much truth is in that tweet. Yes,
People needed to be a bit more honest,but they weren't going to be. It's how the world works.

Without really thinking- and a dash of boldness- you hit the reply button.

Coffeegirl101: What sort of fantasy jacked up world are you living in? Is there room for one more? @JonahMarais

As son as your thumb hits the enter, your eyes go wide and you curse under your breath. Why, why, why? Did you have to decide to be bold then? It's not like he was going to answer you, but still. This was Jonah Marais, first crush ever since you were 10.

You looked up, thinking about that sunny day when you were ten.
•••••
7 years ago:

   " Y/N! Don't you run off too far!" Your father says in concern behind you.

You turn to him with a mischievous smile. " I won't, Daddy." You smile.

Just like that, you speed off, leaving your father yelling behind you. You laugh like mad, curving with the sidewalk, but you stop abruptly when you see a boy, strumming a guitar in the corner. The boy had chestnut hair and the cutest face. He was older,
Though, maybe about thirteen?

For some unknown reason, you skip over to him.

" Hi!" You greet.

The boy looks up at you kindly. " Hello."

" I'm Y/N." You hold out your hand.

The boy looks at your hand strangely, before back up to you. " Jonah."

" Well, Jonah. Are you up for playing a song?" You sit down next to him. At the time, you didn't notice how uncomfortable he looked.

" Um, sure." He mumbles. " What song?"

"  Do you know stereo heart?" You ask excitedly.

He nods, clearing his throat and starting to strum the notes on his guitar. You sit back to listen with an excited smile.

   " My hearts a stereo, it beats for you so listen close. Hear my thoughts in every no-o-ote. Make me your radio and turn me up when you feel low. This melody was made for you so sing along to my stereo." Jonah sings. You look at him in awe. He ha his eyes closed and every note was filled with passion. Something that you admired a lot.