drunk marriage | jachary [✔️]

10) flashing lights

jack

"bye guys!" i called out to the three boys who were making there way through security at the airport.

it was around 9 pm at night when zach and i decided it was best to go back to the hotel.

we had just finished walking the boys to the airport. since our hotel was very close to it, we decided it was better to take a nice stroll through las vegas since we wouldn't see them for three weeks.

"so we go back to the divorce place tomorrow, right?" zach asked me, hugging himself.

i could tell he was cold. he was shivering a whole bunch while we walked back. of course him being forgetful, he didn't grab a jacket before we walked out.

it was a pretty chilly night, close to 40 degrees.

"yeah, i think around 11 a.m.," i shrugged, looking up at the twinkling stars, "are you cold?"

"no," zach shook his head.

"are you sure? i can give you my sweater," i started to take it off until he began to protest.

"no, then you'll be cold," he was still shivering profusely.

"i insist," i ignored his protests and took off my sweater and then handed it to him.

he gladly put it on and sighed in content, "thank you."

"no problem," i smiled, happy that i was able to make him happy.

we walked in silence, listening to the loud music from every club we walked by.

it was pretty peaceful for us until people, specifically fans and paparazzi crowded the two of us.

my first instinct was to grab zach's hand in comfort, seeing as he doesn't do to well in these types of situations.

lights were flashing in our faces, people were bombarding ya with questions.

we weren't able to move, we were stuck. i held zach close to me so we wouldn't get separated.

"is jachary real!" someone yelled from the back of the crowd. a bunch more questions came through as i tried to block them out.

"what's up with the marriage?" someone yelled in zach's ear. he winced and began to breathe heavily; signaling he was about to have a panic attack.

"shit," i mumbled under my breath. i began to take matters into my own hands.

i pushed through the crowd and pulled zach with me, "excuse me, please let us through."

we successfully pushed through the crowd and began to run as fast as we could, making it back to the hotel in less than two minutes.

the paparazzi and fans were still following us, but once we got to the hotel security managed them for us.

zach was full on sobbing by now. i rushed him to our room, letting him collapse into my arms once we closed the hotel door.

"it's okay, it's okay, i'm here," i whispered comforting words in his ear.

"please don't leave," he whimpered while i attempted to get up to bring him to the bed we shared.

"i'm not leaving, i never will."

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this is basically a filler chapter with some fluff ??

i don't even know lmao

thank you for 2k reads i-

-miranda zachsdoritos