Jake Paul Imagines

Like You Love Me- Part Two (Requested)

Recap:
"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.

I raced to my own room and slammed the door. I couldn't lie and pretend anymore, because we had a spark...I mean at least I think we did. He's gorgeous, smart, funny, sweet, loving and he gives me the world and more, but I'm not sure he's right for me. He's easily stressed out, can snap at me sometimes and wants to be near me all the time.

I'm independent and have always relied on myself. I like my own space, my own mind and to make my own decisions.

My legs were aching and I was exhausted. I wiped the falling tears off my cheeks and plonked myself down on my bed. I felt so under pressure with Jake's feelings and I said it in the wrong way. I like him a lot, but love is such a strong word. The last time I used that word I was used and thrown away like trash.

I text Jake; 'Can we talk? This is not what I wanted or what I meant. I'm really sorry.' I tossed my phone onto the bed and started to cry again. My phone bleeped a couple seconds later. 'You don't need to explain. I understand, but if you wanna talk it's cool. I'm sorry too.' I sighed a breath of relief and walked back up to his room. I pushed the door open and he was sat on his bed. He had clearly been crying.

I went over and sat down next to him. "I'm so sorry Jake it came out the wrong..." He cut me off. "I get it, I put you under pressure Y/N. Like I said it's cool, we don't need to have this conversation." He shrugged it off like he was totally okay again. "You're everything I've ever wanted Jake, but I'm really sorry I can't give you what you want right now." I wiped the tears off my cheeks. "I said I get it okay?" His eyes teared up. "How can you possibly 'get' it? I like you a fucking lot, but the last time I told any guy I loved them- I was used over and over again. I don't want my heart broken again. I want to love you and I can see myself falling in love with you...I really can." I said, almost begging him to understand.

Jake:

She was saying she liked me; she didn't, she just didn't want anything with me anymore. I get it, I actually understand. I've done the same to other people, sometimes your feelings flick like a switch. I reached out and wiped her eyes. "Hey don't get upset, what we've had it's been great and we've made a shit ton of memories Y/N. But, let's nip it in the bud whilst we still can okay? We've kept it private and we've worked out it's not quite right. Maybe in the future, me and you will work out okay?" I was holding back my tears. I stood up and hugged her. "Whenever we're ready to try again we again- whether it's next week or never." I smiled. I kissed the top of her head. "This sucks." She mumbled into my T-Shirt. "I know." I whispered back.