𝐰𝐝𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

liar › j.a.

i can't help but think of the lies you tell me. 

the only things i could hear at the moment were the silent breaths of our sleeping kitten, a few cars outside, and him brushing his teeth in the bathroom. i lied on our bed, my head resting on my hands that were folded together on my pillow.

i could look into the bathroom doorway from my position and stare at him through the mirror. his hair was curlier than ever, and he wore nothing but sweatpants. the sight made swoon.

as i looked at him brushing his teeth through the bathroom mirror, his deep brown eyes caught me and looked back at me. he smiled, toothpaste dripping from his lips. i giggled as he spit into the sink and rinsed his toothbrush off. he cleaned up the bathroom and turned the light off, walking into our room and climbing into bed next to me. 

he sighed, the feeling of our comfortable mattress probably soothing him after a long day. i turned around to face him.

i let my fingers play with his hair, my actions causing him to sigh even more. 

"you know how to make me feel better, don't you," he said quietly, his lips forming into a small smile. 

i chuckled. "i've known you for almost a year and a half now." i said. "i know what to do."

he opened his eyes, and for half a second, i thought i saw a flash of worry and hurt in them. but when i looked at them again, i saw nothing but love and affection. 

he smiled and pulled my body closer to his. "yeah, you do." he said before the two of us gently closed our eyes and fell asleep.

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jack, of course, had been the first one awake. he always was, despite the fact that he could've been the most tired person in the world.

i woke up to the subtle smell of his cologne, a scent that i could notice anywhere. the sun was kind that day as its light gently poured into our room. 

i noticed that i was alone in our bed, the thought making me wonder for a minute. that is, until i heard his light singing travel to our room from downstairs. the sound of his voice caused me to throw the covers off my body and to rush downstairs.

i saw him sitting in the kitchen, a small smile on his face. his phone was placed next to his plate, the plate that had only crumbs on it. 

he hadn't noticed my entrance yet, which was unusual. i walked up to him and placed a kiss on his temple.

"good morning, beautiful," he said when he felt my arms around him. 

"good morning," i said back. the smell of his cologne was stronger, filling my body with joy as i breathed it in. it seemed to hang in the air of our home. "what are your plans for today?" i asked him. 

"well," he said, standing up and placing his dish in the sink. "i was gonna go to the studio. the boys have a day off but i have a lot to catch up on."

i understood. he had been sick the week before, and his throat had ached terribly. this was his day to do everything he missed.

i nodded. "sounds good," i said.

"what are you planning on doing today?" he asked me. 

i shrugged. "i don't know," i smiled. "i was going to put together that bookshelf i bought, or hang out with tate. maybe both, i don't know."

he smiled back and walked over to me. he placed a kiss on my forehead. it was strange to me, because his kiss lasted longer than usual. 

"well, i have to go get ready then," he said. "if i'm gonna go."