Jake Paul Imagines

Like You Love Me

I watched him perform from the side of the stage, my feet ached in my heels. Anthony stood one side of me and Chance the other. "He loves it out there." Anthony whispered. I nodded. "He really does." I stroked my arm with my acrylics as my thoughts swam around my brain.

The performance finished and we all climbed into our cars to get back from the Team Ten house. Jake and I went back in his Lambo. His eyes were focused on the road, he occasionally glanced at me. He had one hand wrapped tightly around the steering wheel and one on my thigh. I rested my hand on top.

Jake and I have been 'talking' for about 3 months. We aren't quite at the lovey boyfriend girlfriend stage yet, but I think he's falling for me. I've not got those feelings for him and I'm not sure I ever will.

We went up to his room and he flopped down on the bed. I tidied around to busy my mind for a second. But, he cut me off when he came over. He pulled me into him by his waist and kissed me, I tried not to kiss back so I would soften the blow in a minute.

"Kiss me like you love me." He says, my face in his large hands. His thumb doing this circling motion that distracts me from thinking straight. His eyes pleading and begging me for something I couldn't pinpoint. And it suddenly feels like I'm holding his entire world in my two, small hands. I could crush him with one word, stab him, kill him and he'd still love me.

"I can't." I whispered, my eyes filled with warm tears as his own glassed over. A pain crosses straight through my heart. "Why?" He murmurs. "Because I don't love you." His hands dropped from my face and he wiped his eyes. "Get out." He muttered. "Jake-I" "I SAID GET OUT." He roared. I grabbed my jacket and raced out of his room; tears blurring my vision.