Roadtrip Fanfic: 5th Wheel

3: Mixed feelings...

Jack's POV:

So...I'm on trial for the band. I've been here for a while and my month is already up. I hope I get into the band all the boys are really lovely and this is kinda what I've always dreamed of doing. Honestly I'm gonna be pretty upset if I have to leave the boys especially Brooklyn. I'm closest to him out of all the boys but the other night something happened and it's been a little awkward since.

Flashback to Friday night:
The boys had gone to the gym but Brooklyn and I had gone earlier that day so decided to stay in the flat. Just the two of us. We were laying in my bed watching stranger things when I felt something touch my hand. We were under the covers however so I couldn't know for sure what it was but I was almost positive that it was Brooklyn's hand. What at first it didn't bother me and I didn't think anything of it but I started to wonder why he hadn't bothered to move his hand back instead just leaving it there. I decided to just brush it off. It was pretty late and the boys were still out and I was getting tired but I didn't want to say anything because I knew Brooklyn was really enjoying this episode so I tried my hardest to stay awake. I soon started drifting off however my head jerking to the side now and again. I hadn't thought that Brooklyn noticed as I was trying to be discreet until my head fell onto his shoulder as I started nodding off again causing me to jerk my head up immediately, unfortunately however he had turned to face me and I head butted him in the face. I felt so bad but we just laughed it off. As the laughter died away Brooklyn because more serious staring into my eyes. I started feeling uneasy so I looked away. "I don't want you to leave" he said. "Why not?" I questioned. He paused for a minute before mumbling the words "Because I'll miss you...". I was stunned by his comment so I looked back up at him but this time our faces were inches apart as the bunk beds were fairly small. I studied him for a moment taking in all his features. He was staring at me too. He slowly started moving his head closer to mine tilting it as if he was about to kiss me until...
"Hey guys!" The boys shouted as one. At this I quickly snapped out of my daydream with Brooklyn as did he pretending we were just chilling but in reality it was more than that...

Present day:
I haven't slept properly since that night. It's only Monday and I'm going home on Friday but I just can't seem to get what happened out of my head. I've been trying to avoid him since it but it's pretty hard when you live in the same house as him and are with him 24/7.
The funny thing was that I hadn't felt bad about the 'moment' we shared on Friday. I was confused but not upset or annoyed. I had only ever dated one girl in my life and it only lasted about a month but that was about 4 years ago and I hadn't really bothered with dating since then. Until now. I kept thinking of what might have happened that night if the boys hadn't walked in. But I had to keep reminding myself that I wasn't gay and neither was he and that after this week I'd probably never see him again. I just couldn't help feeling butterflies around him. But I wasn't gay. I can't be gay. I'm not gay. I keep telling myself but I'm not sure if I believe it anymore...