Jake Paul Imagines

Want To Help

I lifted up the bottle and let the alcohol run down my throat again. I still couldn't believe my life was falling apart. Jake and I broke up 2 days ago and I'm struggling. He cheated on me and I just don't know what to do.

**24 hours later**

I had finally sobered up and was sitting outside- it was 22:57pm and it was cold. The cold winds were harsh and I felt sick. I was clearly hungover. I heard the front door slam shut and someone's footsteps. I looked over my shoulder and it was Jake. "I don't want to talk." I said, resting my hands on my face. "I want to just say one thing." He seemed genuine so I let him perch next to me.

"I'm always here for you, I want to be here for you." He pleaded with his beautiful eyes. "Always here for me huh?" I laughed as tears started flowing down my face. "Where were you when you were sleeping with another girl? Or when I was up all last night because I couldn't sleep? Where were you when I needed my boyfriend? My bestfriend? Where was the boy I loved when I needed him? Where were you when I was trying to hard to drink the pain away? Oh yeah. That's right. You weren't there." I wiped my eyes and walked away. "We'll have to talk properly at some point Y/N." He shouted, I slammed the front door and stormed up to my room.