𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐲 ✔️

2. Notebook

"I-I'm so sorry" I feebly said as I stumbled clumsily. I reached my hand out and grabbed the hand of the girl I had just tackled. "thanks" she said, pulling herself up using my extended arm. "It's not every day you get attacked by an incredibly handsome guy" she said as she blushed and looked down. Wow, if only she knew how incredibly gay I was for Zach. "Yeah...I mean, thanks...." I mumbled.

The girl looked into my eyes, pushing a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. Her eyes took me up and down, sending a sense of discomfort through me yet I chose to push it aside.

We awkwardly stood there in silence until she finally spoke. "Well, I'm going to give you my number now and hopefully you'll call me sometime" she boldly stated, tilting her head to the side.

My forehead creased as she on-looked me with an expectant gaze. At first, I was confused, but then I realised she was waiting for me to give her my phone so she could enter her number. She raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, right. Yeah, sorry.." I said, pulling out my phone and handing it to her. She tapped in her number and handed me back my phone. "My name's Ness, by they way. Short for Vanessa" she said before turning and beginning to walk away.

"I'm Jack!" I shouted after her. "Short for......Jack" I said, realising how embarrassing and dumb I was. I heard her laugh in the distance.

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As soon as I had finally arrived back home I made my way straight up to my room. Hesitantly, I opened my draw and pulled out my secret notebook. My secret notebook of all things Jachary. I had never told anyone about my notebook before, it was simply not something you could tell your friends when like me you were in a band.

That's right, I'm in love with my band mate. I'm in love with Zachary Dean Herron and I can't tell Daniel, Corbyn or Jonah. I know they'd understand, but I couldn't risk ending "Why Don't We" over the fact that Zach is incapable of reciprocating my feelings.

Pushing my concerns aside, I flicked through all the poems I had written about him, all the love letters I'd never deliver, and all the drawings I had drawn of us. Sounds weird, but I need some sort of outlet for all my feelings.

I began to draw a picture of me and Zach hugging underneath a rainbow. Beneath it I wrote "I am proud to be madly in love with Zach Herron". I got bored of my room so I decided to finish my masterpiece in Zach's room. Walking in freely I took a seat on his bed. I began to work at what I was doing, yet I found the wrath of boredom leading me to standing up and walking over to his closet.

"I shouldn't be doing this" I mumbled to myself as I opened it. "Definitely shouldn't be" I stated as I pulled out on of his hoodies. "Should not at all" I affirm as I put it on.

Ahh, it smelt like him. I lay on his bed in bliss, cuddling my notebook, until I'm startled by the sound of his door opening. 'Shit shit shit shit shit' I think while I terrifiedly flung my notebook in an aimless direction, shitting myself scared.

"Hey Jack what are yo-"

I sprinted out of his room, not looking back. I ran in to my room and heavily slammed the door, leaning against it, panting. I was in shock and fear and terror and-

Oh. OH. Oh no.....

I left my notebook in his room...